Reason why women can feel sexy about their bodies is because we men are such assholes...

somebody said to me "i choose my battles" but do we choose our battles or our battles gives us no choice, they are merely a function of who we are.

very few reach the destination they chose for themselves, for most of us some new path looks so much more better that by the time we realize its taking us nowhere we cant walk back. Some of us which live for the journey do not give a fuck, just someday nostalgically it strikes us that if we would have wanted we could ...

Intelligence is a highly overrated virtue. There are a certain limitation or limits set for a person to be socially called as a very intelligent person.

Working in a writing industry is weird, especially when in your head writing is something that cannot be tainted or how should I better put it unholy or impure is a better term instead of tainted. Ya ya I understand economics and how every art form can be screwed when a purpose bigger than artists perception gets involved in it, but certain things gets ingrained into your head since childhood, like the fact that reading is a good habit and the once who write have a certain acceptance into the world we live in. BTW the last line is true, it is totally cool to call yourself a writer, just that once you do it a first few times you start feeling a tinge of guilt in your head and then your reply to the question “what do you do for living”? changes from “ I am a technical writer” (even though you are not an actual technical writer as becoming one of those demands at least 6 months experience and you are just 3 months old in the industry; plus technical writing is totally boring I would pick my job over it any day) to “ I write physics for a company, don’t get this wrong I work mostly as a typist only”.

I am picking the garbage of the whole colony around me; I do this for hours every day and sweep for the nice sweeper who allows me to collect trash from his bin. Then I segregate whatever I find useful from that and throw the rest away in a specific dumping corner. Things that can be sold are sold by my father and we eat food. Concept of education comes off as something very weird to me; it does not provide me food. People tell me if you will study; one day, it will provide you with so much food that you will never go hungry, but then wont my wants increase to the point where that food won’t be sufficient to me. Does the whole idea of education or life boils down to wanting more without rather than within? Rest assured somebody will still have to pick up the garbage from the bin.

Feelings are a very strange thing; they connect you to the world around you, yet get blamed the most for all that is wrong. But then I guess that is the nature of being feelings.

A mother feels that she loves her son, and that same feeling gets back at her when he does not fall under the picture she would love him in, actually same goes for men too

A girl was sitting on a platform, waiting for the metro to come. She was deep in her thoughts, when a man standing next to her came into her interest. He did not care who is standing around him, yet he had taken notice of that girl because of the book in her hand.

The struggle of a man’s consciousness with his surroundings is a legendary one. There are always two parallel sides to my life, one is what the world wants out of me and the other is what I want from my life.

The Irony of life

There are n ups and n downs, to go 1 up I need to climb up, but then to go 2 up I have to climb down and up and same for 3 up, and so on. Someday I again have to back to 1 up and I have an fair idea of what 1 up was but amazingly I forget I still have to down and up.

Acceptance

A man walked a mile searching for an apple, he asked the birds flying over they said you are too late the sky blow made it seem it’s too early , the tiger in the forest growled and said no even though he may not even like the apple. Eventually you come back home to a lot of fruits with an apple missing. And the next time instead of apple it’s just some other thing.