repercussions

You born on this planet, as a single cell, multiplying from it, forming the same social animal, developing the qualities by constantly meeting new people and through different experiences. Lessons you learn at the time you think you have grown up enough to get married or to get committed, will be worth having infinite retrospect and value through out your life. This will be a twisting rather confusing post about such an experience, an unexpected, unprecedented “accident” and its “repercussions”.

I have never developed such a social skill the way I have developed in the last few months. I learned taking people for granted has the same level of risk as you are about to walk over the handrail in the balcony with a vertigo. When someone tries to solve the mysterious theories, it starts itching. When you scratch, it itches more. This more is what I meant as repercussions. The after effects. Sheh! What the hell I am talking about.

I’ve realized that being happy is a choice. You never want to rub anybody the wrong way or not be fun to be around, but you have to be happy. When I get logical and I don’t trust my instincts – Thats when I get in trouble.
Angelina Jolie  (from brainyquotes)

The perspective of what you really are should never be questioned. What ever happens, even when this world is upside down, person who is going to be with you always will be you only. Above all, the greatest lessons one should learn is to enjoy being who you are right now. How much privileged you are. With parents, brothers, sisters, wellwishers all around. Its going to be a happy life after all.Nothing will last for ever. Kya patha kal ho na ho.

I would appreciate not to ask any personal questions regarding this post. No pun intended for any person. This post is just a useless outcome of a crooked wicked weird blogger who find it hard to stop a repercussion that happened in his life. And good news, he is having a great obsession right now with something else. Thank God.

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About rahul

Day-dreamer, and proud of it.
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