I was 24 when I set up this blog. It was long back, you know. Times when teenagers did not call me uncle. I was well aware of the fact that the monthly readership of this blog was restricted to me..me...and only me. I also remember, sometimes i even begged few friends to read this. Bottomline you will be more interested in reading the autobiography of “A K Hangal” than this blog.
And now when everybody blogs. Amitabh Bacchan. Aamir Khan. Sunny Leone. ( Kidding about the last one. Don't start googling it), why not me. So here I am. All kicked. And I will be honest. I had forgotten all about it. And it was only when I wanted to do something with my VELA time, i thought of this blog. But once I hit the blog, it all came back. Almost like pather lagne se yadash ka vapas aa jana.
Now im writing all this just bcoz of Insomnia. We all know what goes on in a bedroom…. Don’t get any ideas I am talking about a bachelor guy’s bedroom so there is no action in here. But your bedroom is a place where you are all alone; it’s a place where you can go into introspection, lean back and think about important issues of life. A place where you can dream with your eyes open. But then the best thing can be just to pull up that blanket feel cozy and sleep or MAY BE NOT, coz there is no sleep in your eyes then u wake up sit in front of your computer and start punching arbitrary keys to write some crap. INSOMNIA :(
Anyways lets come to the topic. “Do I look like a guy with a plan?”, Joker of dark knight said it with the confidence. Well if you ask any one who knows me enough or infact has seen me for more than 20 minutes can tell you I fit the same category. I never thought about planning my life and now im paying hard for this. Sometimes some things hit you so hard that you need a moment to just stay back and think where the hell did I screw up. It’s more than losing a competition, it’s more than failing a course, coz it changes you as a person.
Things have been off the track till now n pretty rough and then u hit a roadblock and the world around us starts to crumble. But with all the roadblocks comes a hope, a small ray of light which keeps the belief alive, which helps u going which gives us the momentum to breathe to whisper and to live.
Just remembering the college days when sitting with friends for hours used to go by chatting and cracking jokes. But the moment some guy start telling some serious stuff I used to disappear. Life comes full circle after all :)
However, im still fighting and living with many positive beliefs. I am writing this down because 15 years from now if I will read all this I will feel good that I survived these times. I was so weak at some point I was so regretful n disgusted at some point but I had the courage to fight back I had the will to stand up and walk tall again.
