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I am up early (the body clock does not know it's a Saturday ) and I guess I am a little too addicted to the wired world - It's amusing that you wake up, and want to clear your head before meeting real people, but straight out zoom into the wired world. You check mails - you know that you would not have got any (you just checked 7 hours ago) - I don't get many mails, cos I don't write many mails - and alas no Spam to clean either! These mailing marketing agencies are not working efficiently :P Blog - Hmm , the best part of this is - its your own blog - you can do what ever you like. So I decide, hmmm let me blog and start the day. Read all the drafts - the ones that for reasons of sociability or privacy which have not been published, and I sigh reading them, cos - they are some of the best - but, no real point publishing them now - the straight ones will not make sense as you chose to play the nice boy in a jinxed moment, and the sweet ones will not make sense, as...

All that it takes, sometimes is to just be there, not fret, not think, let go (of yourself) , just stand by, with a faith that HE knows the future, has planned for the best, not flog yourself, and begin thinking of how things could have been or why? I am a guy who never asks WHY? but cannot sleep without the WHAT being answered. I remember saying this to Arjun - Align the When, against the WHAT, Why evolves! I guess sometimes, life is squeezed into becoming myopic by us, that the only thing that you choose to see, is the immediate ramification possible in the near future (paradoxically against the whole realm of past + future) , we just become blind. Anyways, after the last couple of weeks and all the rampage on self and blog, and a few unfortunate souls around me, I am back to what I am - the happy johnnie - I guess, I just cannot be sad for long - Just can't be - the wheels are moving - a new sense of discipline in thought, words and deeds - a fresh pumped energy of lookin...

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To Kavita , my sister and valiant warrior Pragmatism is based on reason and logic, while being realistic is based on a set of facts and most possible outcomes (in cold words, a set of equations that render themselves to the realistic outcome – It’s a mathematical certainty). Being pragmatic involves the 'will' to be, while realistic is given the current variables, is the most realistic outcome. The sad factor in dealing with pragmatics and realistic(s) is that, pragmatics see realistic(s) as hung and haggled upon, while realistic(s) mock the logic of being pragmatics, for in essence pragmatics deny that it was a decision of the will, but make it appear as the most sensible thing to do. The best part of this – Pragmatics I guess bring a balance in the environment by peaceful coexistence, and realistic(s) upset this peace and give more food for thought - in the process – thought, people and species evolve.

Life is simple, and straight, as long as we choose to abide by the simple and straight rules of life! Why is it that we are so bent on complicating life? Why can't we take things at face value? Why can't we live, like there is no tomorrow? Why can't we stop borrowing from yesterday's baggage? Why can't we love, in a way that you have nothing but more love to give? Why can't we just be ourselves? Why can't we not stop dreaming? So many questions in my head that are bombarding and stolen my peace. Why? I may not get all the answers myself, but down on my knees, I get an assurance, and in those cradled arms, anxiety melts - The feeling that I can win when I am on my knees, and that I am loved the most, in the cradled arms, makes me look ahead through this gloomy phase. ~ an old post - with a minor difference - no cradled arms