i can say and stand for my actions watever i did till date since the day i started dreaming and making out wats right and wats wrong?? i cud never make somebody shed tears for me by doing something gud.many cried due to me but in dat case i hurted them in some way or other.wheather i cheated someone,stolen something,abused someone aur by any means i was d reason for somebody\’s pain n grief, n i know i did every possible thing one can do to hurt sumbody and most of the times it was done wid nt even a nano-second to make out wat to do and wat not to do.many times i had choices but i preffered not to go for those.
the only reason for blogging is sharing, not with the world but with myself. i have no one to talk and tease so i made this blogger someone who wud never get bugged up listening to me n will never say \”no\” to me.perhaps there is a particular time/moment in ur life\’s timeline when it strucks that had enough of breathing and sharing,now thr is nothing left according to me to go for a rendezvous.its not something like if u r feeling low in life then u wud cry and vent everything in forms of letters n words in a process to get sympathy from the people around you, to get attention from them and to make others go soft with u; but may be these alligned words of mine can do some good to someone in life.there are problems in everybody\’s life and it doesnt mean thats d end of world and struggle to survive but simultaneously u wud also come across problems which are made for being immortal and at dat instant dis life ditches u.everyone has to face their share of tantrums by life and some get through dat wid ease n sum wd great pain but very few give up and walk out.
we go thru phases in life and mind u m nt talking about the phases like child then teen then adult.phases m talking about like everyone go through some specific time period like school time..college time..job etc. those phases teaches u lessons bit by bit and our class is never over untill u give up struggling n doesnt fulfill d criteria posted by d great charles darwin which says \”survival of the fittest\”. i am feeling like jotting some of the phases be it rough patches of time or \”tour-de sailing\”.
i dont remember much about my childhood days (dis doesnt mean my parents got me in some lucky draw) coz m still suffering with long term memory loss and d only symptom which makes it different from \”short term\” is the duration of forgetting things.i.e. 15 months in my case.some memories are so special and out of d crowd dat u wud even dream of those in ur next birth.newaz lets focus on some intresting phases of life of many. ya many coz i was not all alone involved and wd d ticking clock\’s hand many people by my side also kept on moving forward.
i was enrolled in one of the best schools in gaya disrict and every parent dreamed of nazareth academy as the brand printed on the top of certificates and no doubt still it lives up to the people\’s expectation. i was alwaz into something which wud bring trouble to me in anyway. in school i was d one who wud never trouble teachers in class but ya dint even spared classmates n at tyms principal mam. my parent were not a graduate wd english as their honours subject but still they could at any instand write a long essay/article/blog on \”CAN DO BETTER\”. dis was d only remark one wud see in all my report cards and though i dint felt proud but ya was bit satisfied that atleast am consistent.if not getting on d top then
not even being pulled by someone. everybody including my family n friends alwaz repeated d same thing which was rather now a punchline for them and my school never took a trouble to get a new printed report card every semester rather after a bit of editing it was bingo!! i had no interest in technical stuffs but alwaz enjoyed reading literature stuffs like, history chapters, geographical features and fictional stuffs in english literature book. the best period in dis phase was when i repeated class 7th. as i said repeated means i had to study d same syllabus n stuffs twice in a short period, which made my grip firm on the syllabus and was looked upon by the average students seeking help n mind u there were no average students in d class. class 8
too was full of events and stuffs but no achievements when u talk of studies. some of d most beautiful people came close to me but i hardly cared for making them stay in my life…
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