I face this problem of “being unable to explain or document some things/situation because I can see how it will be sorted out.”

i.e. I can see how the problem I was about to describe will be solved. And thus doesn’t feel like describing the process.

What am I saying this now.
Because I was about to write a blog post, involving a very futurustic idea of every new born getting his real identity (that’s his/her identity on web), right after they are born.
And was about to point out that the current rules require you to be specific years old to use those services, which restricts kids from having them.

But then I saw the end.
That will change. Those rules will be replaced by the required type of rules, once the world gets transformed and we all becomes the part of the big big one web.

…I will call it destiny.
Yes, destiny.

Destiny is awesome. There is nothing more intriguing and enchanting than looking back at things that happened and see the miraculous interconnection each of the single thing had to one another.

While some consider this as a mere philosophy, they are surely missing out on something big that’ll transform your life to an awesomer one.

I’m not saying that your actions wont affect the outcome and your life, but that, you will act, only if that leads to destiny.

Now how to know when to act and when not to.
How to know whether someting will take you to destiny.
Simple — Keep going. Whatever you do in the course, will be done because it has to be done.

And now the classic question, my dear friend.
What’s my destiny?
Ah, boy. you dont want to ruin the surprise, right ?

The journey to the end accounts more than the end. Some say. Yeah, a good one, that is.

And I know, in the end, it’s all gonna be a hell of awesomeness, so intense that you can’t be evil. Word.

This is interesting. I wrote almost all of the posts (except some notable ones) here, when I felt low and pissed off.

Maybe, this is how things work. At least for the ones who are single.
When you’re happy you do random things you love.
When you’re low, you come to this dim lit dungeon, and put out everything.

This cycle was later named Universal cycle of insaneness.
Just kidding.

I’ve got some really great souls around who knows me.
But then, there are many more around who’ve got the name-tag “good friend” but fails to get inside.

I mean, when I talk to them, I just say that I’ve been feeling awesome all through the days. And they turn their back saying “lucky you”.

Oh comon. I dint really mean it. I mean it was my way of telling you that inside I am not happy and I want you to find it.

But damn. They shut the door and left.

Sigh.
These burgers are delicious.

Overflowing with awesomeness.
Hope my body doesn’t crash due to the overload.

Cant think about sleeping.
Everything is very awesome.

Been away for a while. Coz I was feeling awesome for a long time (i still do). And I sorta considered this blog to be full of things I write when I feel low.

But then, I came across this girl, (twitter.com/)@nobia_parker and her blog Tomato, Tomatoo (http://www.purplestilletos.blogspot.com/) and am motivated to share the awesomeness too.

But then, I keep a posterous.
For what ? What will I write there ? Okay, we’ll get to it later.
Now about Tomato, Tomatoo.

I gone through it today. Infact read, about 10 or more posts and all of them were awesomeness.

Commented at many places there. Loved doing it.
She’s awesome with her writing.

You can udnerstand how awesome she is, by seeing me returning with a post after so looong

Later.

Sometimes I feel, I shouldn’t be doing all what I’m doing because it kind of puts me pressure on me. I feel like I want to live off hand, enjoying everything and not worried about anything. I feel that I’m not living that way now, and that I am worried about many things to be done/completed.

Me takes a deep breath. Takes a couple more.

Feels good. I realize that everyone who does good things feel this way, that they’re too exhausted and aren’t sure about the way they are heading. It’s perfectly normal.

I am free. I am spirited. These are just some stupid and testing stuff of the world. Who cares.

WHO THE HELL NEED TO CARE WHEN YOU KNOW THAT THINGS ARE GOING TO BE AWESOME IN THE END.

Today was kinda big deal. My XII class results were published and I did well (at least for me, it is).
YAY!

Many of my friends did exceptionally well too.

It was the second day at the driving school and drove the car on the public road filled with state transport busses.
YAY!

KKR won the second match in a row. The victory is a double header as it cleared all obstacles for the Rajastan Royals, their way out of IPL2
YAYY !

But I’ve got to share something that’s really unfortunate. One of my friend who got 88% in the exams. And her MOTHER WAS SCREAMING AT HER ASKING “what the hell are you gonna do with this ?!!!”.
Seriously, isn’t this WTFedness ?
What the hell are they thinking ! I feel sorry for her. Have called her and have talked for some good time. She feels better now.

Another relative of mine. She was sent to a so-called entrance-cum-plus two coaching centre for the past two years, WHICH IS A HELL as all who know the place know it.
And it turns out that she got (only) 70%. While she and her family is sad about this (even me), I’m happy that she wrote and got passed in all the exams at least. (coz, surviving two years at that place is INSANE.)

Maybe, people will soon realise marks and stuff aren’t what counts and that you don’t have to be a topper or ABOVE others to get a good life.

Maybe, I can prove it being an example.
Wish me luck.

Update: It’s R.A.I.N.I.N.G heavily here. Holy bliss !
I feel romantic

This is a confession. A major one. I had written a post titled I’m Silenced long back. There I had said that I wasn’t allowed to play in the team because my parents didnt allow me to. It IS WRONG. They didn’t disallow me or anything.

The thing was, me and the coach weren’t getting along well and he was so mean to me as if I had done something personally bad to him. You see, it’s impossible to be in the team and play in such a condition. So, I had to stay away, i.e. Quit. I did.

And then, the bad feeling of regret attacked me and I was down for some time. A win at the home court was a dream of mine and when it happened, I wasn’t a part of it.

But, I couldn’t take the entire blame on myself, of having quit the team. So, off loaded it onto parents. I’m sorry for having done that. I had my own very strong reasons to quit the team and I still blamed my parents for it. Pretty unfair it is. But, parents are to forgive & love you even if you turn against them, aren’t they ?

They are. I’m ever grateful to my parents and what they’ve been giving me, is not just love, care & nutritious food; but something more. Much more.

(How great it feels to have confessed. Mind feeling lighter.)

It was something that was going on in me for the past one hour or so. Never in my life, I’ve blogged SIX POSTS on a single day.
http://notadiode.wordpress.com/2009/05/18/

So, I conclude, there is no feeling that can’t be conquered. I was feeling ’something’ and all it took was FIVE pointed posts to sort out all problems.

Yes. Opening up pays. I was being under pressure. I opened up. Threw it all over this place. And I’m good now. Very good indeed.

And the ones who helped me; you’re really sweet and dear.