According to Indi-movies, Time comes to a standstill when the hero sees the heroine and starts the whole damn cycle of mushy masalaa.. While everyone can't be a hero unless until there is a reality show in every galli-nukkad of the country, one can always be a hero for his life...and I've written a helluva lot about it already.
So ,when does one really feel old :
1) When they don't do have any goals in life or wayward to change.... Met a couple of people in my life who love sitting at home, watch TV for hours together racking their brains on what the serial's vamp gonna do ! On a monotonous basis, you end up vicariously identifying yourself with them :old, haggard, tired and bored of life.
2) People are asked to aim for the stars so that they atleast end up reaching the sky..but for people who reached just a few floors of some un-recognized skyscraper, they surely end up with this if they ain't the "guerrier" type ! . Once a part of this, I am pushing myself into a better league.
3) People who think they've achieved their goal in life : A job followed by marriage and a shade to save ur skin. The current trend of so called white collared S/W professionals undoubtedly have a lion's share in this category. Getup-Goto work - Work - Work-Home-Sleep , chain flow goes on and on with a boring and a tiring weekend in the middle which ends up being an extension to ones' sleeping time.
Am trying hard to move out of this category....
4) Special Category for me : How complacent ! But I find myself trying to put my head out of this so- called "B Different-Bandwagon" - someone who is so greedy for life: I want this , I want that, I gotta know this, I gotta know that ... Just like the bourses' tread, there is always a new thing cropping up.. But how much will I be able to do them.... and will I ever ??? I end up doing nothing and feeling as if my lifez "Over and Out"
Off late, my spiritual bent is only making me strong and pulling me back from the verge of the other 3 categories and that "oVeR aNd OuT" poop ...but still I find their hues in my neurons....but I have decided...reading the only hanging paper in my room which reads:
"It's the coward and the fool who says, "This is fate".But it is the strong man who stands up and says, 'I will make mine' .
I can..I shall ... I will..............................
