"this world is too fragile for people to be untrue... there is too much at stake... and life is too short for lies..." people so comfortably say these sort ov things... if this world was that fragile it would have bin blasted to smitherens long time back because people have bin untrue there have been lies and that too because there has been too much at stake. two months and i am back at the dash board writing away... again have no clue what i am writing and for what fucking reason i am writing... but i am writing... i dont know whether i wrote this fact earlier or not but who cares i am gonna say it again... i dont make things easier for myself... i just have to make them difficult... if there is a path which is nice and smooth and sunny and bright i would chose the path which was dark dreary difficult and exhusting... and where ther is no such option i just go and make the path which would be difficult and dreary and frightning and dangerous.
As frank senatra said... i did it my way... and now the end is near... the final curtain... my friends i will say it clear and state my case of which i am certain... i have lived a life which is full i have travelled each and every highway and more of this i did it my way... regrets i have had a few but then again to few to mention... i did what i had to do... and saw it through without exemption... i planned each chartered course each careful step along the byway... and more much more then this i did it my way.... yes there were times im sure u knew when i bit off more then i could chew and through it all when there was doubts i ate it all and spit it out i faced it all and i stood tall... and did it my way... i have loved... i have laughed and cried i have my share my fill of losing... and now as tears subside i find it all so amusing... to think i did all that and may i say not in a shy way oh no... i did it my way...... let the record show i took the blow and did it my way....
yes i did it my way but then i wont recommed it to any one... the sense... the completely utterly sense of bein master of destiny is so euphoric that for a minute one thinks that one is literally king of kings... but then again doing it my way always leaves u by urself .. alone... tired... and here infront of ur blog for which even u need energy to write and u find urself going blank...i still wait... she would never know and i think i am getting in return for what i did to someone else... but then again i think this is too soft for what i did... i still wear the ring hoping that the magic of it would be enough... damn i have become like one of those sicko morons... i am better then that... i am stronger then that... i will survive on my own... and conquer what has to be conquered... but for that one month when i wasent myself... when sun shone... and the lattes tasted extra brilliant infront of the sphinx.... when the bluest of blue eyes were only mine with twinkle which could literally be brighter then all the suns of this universe... when the smile were genuinely of joy for just being able to be near even though it was nothing but a roman holiday.... nothing else mattered... i am tired cant write any more... probably will come back tomorrow to write more... probably would not...
Lunatic Ramblings
