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Just forget It!


Yippee! I have seemingly discovered one more truth about life..You might just say...hey this boy is crazy..how come he realises something everyday...But its not that..it just a self realisation that i quite excited about...
I have been officially warned a large number of times to control my over exuberant side..remember writing 5oo lines on an occasion in school for being over enthusiastic...but ever since I have learnt to do it in a wiser way..or So as i call it...
Now coming back to the point...As I said i have realised something....
Now i need to give a situation....
Its about a someone...who notices nothing in a mirror but himself...Of couse one would say..what else do you see in a mirror...But i have realised that there are many things that one can actually see, in the mirror...
Its no more of
"Mirror mirror on The Wall...Who is most Beautiful of them all" but its more of the transition that man or woman has over age....
How different a man or woman can become with every passing hour...Its all about those experiences...
The vivaciousness of little girl...is more of composure for her mother...The cheerful happy-go-lucky attitude of a teenager is replaced a more moralistic approach by his dad...How a men transform into to diametrically dissimilar abjects is something worth noticing...
It was the other day when i was quite sad...over something..brooding over something that I looked into the mirror...my g graceful ' goatee ' had lost its charm...with the lack of attention...The face seemed so glum...and suddenly I realised that it was not me that I was looking at.... After all a teenager should not look like that...Its a matter of choice that i always say about what one feels and to me the best policy to be very true to your choice...I somehow did not like the look of it at all ...It was not something that is natural...
Who wants to be mature...Devoted , committed at a tender age of 18( sorry for exaggerating)..After all now its time for fun...So the idea of it all was to mention that i need to change the frame of reference a bit...The inertial cliche fame is no longer a wanting from my inner most companion...(my soul of course) and hence a change....
The fact of trying to analyse every situation is not actually the way to go about it...take it in face value...and move on...
Things that make you happy..Keep on repeating>..and things that bother , Just forget It!
It was a long time after that I found myself smiling In the mirror...It wasn't a fault of the mirror after all , that it showed me gloomy...for such a lobg time....And that's the way it will be...

Comments

Butterfly said…
Well, you are a bit mad!:-)
Unknown said…
your soo ryt bout it...!
da way one feelz rilli dependz on nt wat happenz or wat de face bt hw de react 2 situatnz in differnt wayz...itz sumthin 2 really think bout hw human emotnz cn vary such a gr8 deal in a minute span f tym....rilli gr8 thotz ..!
keep it up :)

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