Just a passing thought . . .

        As I walk in solitude in the midst of a crowd of millions, everyone seems to appear unknown. Every face that stares me tends to say a thousand words but yet they’re quiet. Probably this is what makes your closed ones always so special, ever so precious. But I now belong to a different world, a world which is devoid of care, intimacy and selfless love. I wonder if the emptiness can ever be filled, the vacuum that has been created in the absence of my friends.
       Someone once advised me to bask in the glory but not to tan myself and now when I try to walk in the road that I’ve chosen, am afraid that I never learnt a lesson. Everything in life now tends to lose its worth and every achievement appears too small when compared to the exuberance that filled the air whenever even a simple bet was won. It is like regretting waking up all of a sudden from a good dream and wish if it would have never ended.
         As I walk in solitude in the midst of millions, I try to find those old routes which led to the path of an institution that probably gave me everything in life. It gave me an army of friends who always stood by my side at the hour of need and bestowed the love which is nothing but priceless. I now no more doubt the existence of God anymore because without Him showering the best at me, I did nothing to deserve something this great.
       The countdown has begun and my journey from the real world to the world that still remains a mystery comes closer. The departure is near and the pain of detachment grows increasingly intense. I so wish to be able to hold back the time or stop it where it is but life is like a flowing river and we have to get going.
       As I walk in solitude in the midst of millions, I just wish to come back soon to this divine land and relive the moments of my past which according to my friends are forever here to stay.

Do I fit into all of this?


   This blog was formed with the concept of fun and craziness. Over time, however, it morphed into a jumbled collection of my thoughts---a journal in some ways. Yet now, I feel I have reached the end of a long traversed road. While the hollow echos of my soul were keenly felt in the beginning, there is nothing now. It's a good nothing; as it stirs no loneliness, no depression lingering from long ago. Yet, somewhere along the way I've lost my reason for writing this blog. It's no longer therapy, and it's no longer a journal... what is it then?

   This is the question that has been hounding me for the last couple of months. Many say, that a blog can only be successful if it has a sole purpose. BUT, my blog has lost much of it'z purpose. I've grown up, I've won my battles, and now I stand as a conquer overlooking the road which has lead me here. Because words are so much more beautiful, when fueled by something real. 

   For now though, the question: is what I'm doing now, enough? Begs to be answered. Is this blog still functional, without a sole purpose? Some blog about books, others blog about politics. Still others blog about beauty, and maybe photography. Me? Where do I fit into all of this?

   I've been at this keyboard, so many times before, and not known what to write about. It isn't writer's block that holds me back, it's the lack of a definition of what I can write about.

   I blog about me. But is me, enough?

OPPs Itz English :P

Ppl say english is a very logical and easy language to learn. Do you belive so? I don't. I am still learning English sorry I am complled to learn English at Infosys. I thought of writting a simple blog to write about the similarities learning language. Be it Java or the C++ morphed C#

So wht are you trying to say ? You may ask. My argument is that nothing is difficult or easy. It is our attitude that makes the different . Hmm... we know this as OLD WINE IN NEW BOTTLE 
Can you make sense of these english sentence ?
I want to see me live LIVE !
Which is that witch who can switch and twitch
Can you see the sea?
Can the knight see in the night?
Can Lion walk on line ?
Why should he dye before he Die?
Can his son stand in the sun?
Can you raise and rise?
Can you read the reed?

I am sure you waiting to argue that English is still logical. Thought the words sound similar, the spelling is different. Hurrah , I got it! Here is next dose of logic!

Can you lie down and lie ?
Can you row in a row ?
Please bow with a bow
The key is to find the key
Long time, I long for the Louge!
I excel in Excel!

Now I am sure you are jumping from your chair to say "Hey , English is a contextual language ! I know the context of these words ! I know the meaning ". Excellent ! How did we learn these contexts? How did we internalize them ?

I am sure you will all unleash your creativity and come up with 100+ illogical combos.
So where is polymorphism? Where is Inheritance? Where is Encapsulation ? OOPs! English is not an Object Oriented Programing Language .

Some say that English may be a language of rhymes!
I want to seal the deal . If I sell all is well, else hell.
I feel that he fell into the hell but god will heal him well
We meet to eat meat and melt malt to drink.
I drank that drink and became drunk .

Ears can hear and there, near or far it is fair !Hair fly in air. Where is air? Wherever and everywhere ! I teach and preach .Then reach the beach.

After showing off some of my English skillz , let us shift another gear! Before we start cruising, I hve a question . Do you think English is OOP or Procedural Language?

Every language and communication mechanism has context . If we put the power of our mind to that context, it is not difficult. We will appreciate the difference and make progress! Isn't true in every aspect of life? Think about it ! It is SIMPLE.

So here comes the moral of sorry. OOPs, I mean Story ! Be conscious and aware when you call something complex.


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