Sometimes in life there comes a phase when everything seems bright and yet so dull, when all you want to do is just scream aloud but you just can’t. No matter what all good things life gives you, you select the one which is the most “Boring One”. Once I had dreams about chasing time, years later am running from my self. When the time is such that the famous ‘World conspires in your favor thing’ seems to be the biggest conspiracy. Dark as it may get, cold as being living on a swampy street. When the only thing left with you called “Luck” fucks with you, big time! You feel boozed, bruised & battered. Friends become conveniences and foes are to be begged to, then.... my friend it is time.

               Moving on is not the one that can be taught, but bought. It is bought by all of your previous incarnation’s sins. I use the world incarnation in regards to the fact that things are so screwed up that only a re-birth can make up for it. There is this syndrome called “Manchausen syndrome by proxy” but in your case it is you, who, is the Proxier. Certainly, no one can harm one self more than he himself can. The bottom line my friend is “I am the sole culprit of my tyranny”. Your soul is lashing and bashing against the hardest cast iron walls one could ever imagine. The tunnel of light is near extinct and even if it is there consider yourself blind. Failures have become as frequent as government policies. You stand to fall and stand again to be fallen again, sometimes even kicked aside. The vicious cycle of Pretending - Casual Approaches - Blinking - Hit Me continues. That is precisely the break-point of water for you all physics apart. Move on! Its now or never!!

              So, what is one exactly expected to be doing when he or she is moving on? Does it even work? The answer to all these questions is just to keep it simple my friend. For beginners try all those things you never did for example cooking or say taking out time for that section of friends you always ran from. From now on everything is supposed to be On, I guess we are talking about moving on. See logic. Did I make you wiser, not really. If you are getting my point then you know that people change for real, for good or bad its a perception. Must admit am still confused between perception, imagination and hallucination. The fact is I feel they are all the same if you are insane. Phew! Jyada ho gaya shayad. Lets get back to the tropic no wait, the topic. Sometimes we envy people who are pathetically boring and regular people otherwise. You know why, because its seriously hard to do that regular shit day after another. I mean sachme who ever thought people don’t believe in udhari. I tell you they can out number us by like trillions or kharabs or light years, whatever. And for guys like me “The Sagittarians”, its even worse. I read somewhere that the sagittarius is the sign of the gambler. The odds (and the Gods) tend to favour him. He knows that if anyones gonna find that needle in the haystack, it him. Besides he will enjoy the whole adventure of searching for what he wants, basically its an excuse to see the world! Trust me its that hard. At least for me.

              All you need is a source, a source so pure that even the finest of jewellers cannot question its sincerity. A source so rare that no one would even dare to malign its repute. Once you get that, things change rather drastically. “Jo hota hai achche ke liye hota hai” & things like that suddenly seems so true. The people who all have surpassed you take a step back to accompany you. You remember all those things you lost but it also enlightens you about what more you can possibly achieve. You see a teaser & think this should be a good movie and the next day the movie goes viral. Life starts passing the baton to you. Every temple you visit becomes ‘Chamatkari’ for one reason or the other. The murkiest of places turn into a “Hard Rock Cafe”. All of a sudden I becomes we and we becomes Nokia-hands. In some instances you become so casual about the whole thing that you start blogging about it, oops. So, the moral of the story is I don’t say that you never leave hope, but, don’t be a victim of bomb blast, at least say no to their condolence schemes. Apne auzaar nikalo aur kaam pe lago. Time is money and Maninder is my favourite commentator. LOL. Timepass is the mother all evil, its what that started it all. By the way reading this equally qualifies for that. But, this one is important because reading is a good habit your teacher taught you that.

Final words are that no matter what happens to you, just memorise two words SHIT-HAPPENS!!