Cross overs!

It happens so many times in life that you are in limbo. A limbo that demarcates the success from failures and when in that limbo, you are practically handicapped not knowing where to steer yourself and more than often cross over to the side you never wanted to be in. Tasting the mud and grovelling in the sands with your face all stained. Stains so permanent that they transform into scars which eat into you forever and a searing pain that rips your being apart yet you are not dead.
A craving to get to the other side becomes a part of you and instead of that you yearn to get back to the limbo to make way to the side where you see success shining high. It is visible and most of the times stares you at your face, jeering at you and making you realise that you couldn't manage it.
Well for once you do make it over and see how green the grass is solely becauseof your absence and overwhelmed you heave a sigh of relief but ready to go back to the limbo and make your way comfortably back this time and it's your turn to carry the scars aloft and show that you are made of mud that is quintessential.

The S factor(y)

It's such a wonderful way in life to start a day with the freshness of the morning and to end it with the wariness of the night. Yes I am attributing the adjectives to the hours of the days just as an escapism and elevate the stand of the human being!
In order to compensate to the heavy post of last time I had decided to write the next post only when I get a gimpse of success. Now there is a clarification to make, for me success is not a measure which is evaluated or puts me ahead of others but it is a source of satisfaction, that feeling deep within which induces confidence into every cell and you can brace against all odds yet again. Yet again? yes, you are right yet again because after every even number comes an odd number and so the cycle will continue to eternity. The moment you feel you are happy and things are going your way, be ready the tables might turn and the milk will be spilt turning you into a cat to lap up and make good of the milk. That's optimism and in no way a pessimism.
In all this don't forget to make hay when the sun is out, enjoy those thrilling moments of success (which I read satisfaction) and feel good about yourself.
Humour derives itself from the Human(pun intended)!
Right now for me life is good and to continue with this feeling I need to be good to life!

Pain

Had started this blogging long back but the break has been a real big one. Have been pulling through life and training is what I am undergoing right now. Its been over four months since I was initiated into this training and it just seems like there is no end. I thought I was good at software but I have come to realize that the thought was just another reference to the vast repository of overconfidence that I seem to have picked earlier. I am always made to grovel in and taste the mud and realize that I am nothing but a big loser in life.I don't understand how and why people conclude that I am a fighter or an optimist. I see myself unfit for any of those roles as well. What an irony, overconfidence has made me realize that in effect, I lack confidence. Another analogy to add on to this is that, I thought I was no loner and had good friends around me, but now I realize that I am not only the loser but a loner as well. That hollow feeling deep within makes me immediately jump on the fact that things are slipping away and the lubrication is so much that ultimately the brittle objective shatters into pieces and I am down with a long face yet again. Oh the pain is severe and the loss of blood has ceased because there is none left. I am always at the brink of losing out on a well constructed platform, irony is the word that ensconces in any endeavour of mine. Is it the Ire-on-me that leads to this irony in my life.
Pain is what I ultimately gain out of everything. In spite of all this overconfidence and optimism OOze out of all the wounds to put me back on track and make me realize that "it is never too late".

mangled thoughts

Have been introduced to the language, English, for nearly 23 years. I'm not sure but I can vouch for it, that my parents might have exclaimed, "Look at our dear little son", the moment I was out of my mom's cosy womb.In spite of having a toally different language as my mother tongue, I'm sure that exclamation might have been in the lingua franca of the world.
I stuck to the language since then, developed a yearning desire to read and read what not and still read anything and everything. No it doesn't set me apart, everyone reads more than they know. Knowledge is amassed not by the table and lamp but by the conscious and the sub-conscious working in toto.
Am I introducing myself or am I just writing, well this query is just another though that sprung up. I must say that I am writing out my mind can't call all this as crap because as you read on it does make some sense. For heaven's sake this sentence does make sense doesn't it. So its not nonsensical, for something is being presented.
Che Guevara died but his simmering anger against the offences on the oppressed has nearly created a cult. He epitomised struggle, aggression and symbolised life and its struggles. He's almost created a cult. No, one cannot surmise that he dies a claustrophobic death in the tshirt printings, its from a wagabond's tshirt that I learnt about him and looked up to learn more about him. Oblivious of the information the wagabond passed on to me, he continues to dope in the murky street corners and the black imprint with near to life colour combinations made me realise that Che could be a Guru to a multitude.
Linking Guru to an inanimate object is not at all a fault. They say that Guru is one who drives you, inspires you, guides you and assails you. Are they parents? The Sanskrit incantation on the Guru deifies the Guru and strongly conveys that the Guru is in everything. Fact G for Guru G for God.
Incoherence of thoughts may make you feel nauseatic but to feel that you have consumed what I have written and all my acknowledgements for that.