Satisfaction is highly elusive,,it somewhere links upto the grand illusion of certainty. Today I thought that I was satisfied with my work but after some soul searching I realised that satisfaction sprang not from work but after from buying a book-the Continent of Circe. But then it vanished all of a sudden. I m not sure why.
My long wait is not coming to an end,, i m still in a limbo. And my chances have been jeopardised by the rumours. But still I look with hope. Or am I hoping against hope? Only GOD knows.
Pray when will ppl grow up! When will boys become worthy gentlemen? I should be asking this to me! After all, it were my vocal chords that vibrated strongly at the wrong place. Oh I was thru but I m still stuck. The contradictions of life.
The Mercury is hurtling southwards each day. And I m enjoying the winter. But amn't I politically incorrect? When thousands under privileged are dying of the spine chilling cold wave, how can I enjoy the winters? Doesn't it reek of cynicism? But isn't it human to relish the wonders of season? I m confused. I m caught between two worlds. The passionate individual in me tells me to be upfront in my thinking and the social animal in me drives me against my passions. Which way to go? Shall I feel guilty when I assert my unbridled emotions? Or shall I subdue the more humane instincts in me? I m not trying to be cynical.