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This Is Dedicated To Only Those , Who I Love....

Every life has it's own ups and downs. The vividness of it all, sometimes fades into a blurred ground glass.
Life moves on, but this time not on wheels but rather on its knees.

To be sitting down to write another depressing note , on Christmas Eve doesn't really make sense. It's even weirder to think of all that " I wish " es.To be philosophical, but a waste of time, and to ponder is to work in the past. Yet I choose to ,for one last time.

There have been times when in 2010 , I have questioned my existence. there have been times, I have questioned others only to be questioned back. I have questioned, if life was all about yourself or how the society perceives you.
And in a hard quest I have realized that it always is the later that gets the fundamental recognition.

It's never how, but where, it's never why, but why not, and even after such a long time I have failed to understand these intricacies, even though I have learnt to live with them.

THE MOST AMUSING PART IS YET TO FOLLOW......

Men and women with the least bit of concern for perhaps anyone, seek deep to quest in the lives of the miserable. Somewhere these outrageous people think that life is A CHOCOLATE CAKE, and for people , for whom it isn't , "THEY JUST DON'T KNOW HOW TO BAKE ONE" !

Amusing yet sad, that when you seek in them , you see filth of the highest order, you realize, why they can't find better reasons to laugh and you know, may be you are, better than some of them.

With the New Year setting in, I must realize to ignore these men and women.
Exceptional in their abilities, they have been able to inspire greatness in men. They have always and shall continue to find the best in me and for that, I shall remain ever grateful.

It's a time to forgive the past, it's time to move ahead of losers and those cheeky sense of humour. It's time to feel sorry for lost souls than suffer in self pity and it's definitely time to move on.

Thank you ladies and gentlemen for teaching me so much. Thank you men and women of honour for your kindest pretense, thank you darlings for showing me light, and thank you so much for inspiring me to be able enough, to come out of self pity and vow to polish dirty linen.

I am grateful to 2010, which taught me definitions, which taught me new meanings of being mean, which prepared me for the BIG BAD WORLD outside.

It taught me how friends would not stand up for good, how people would not belief in you unless you pointed it ,right at their faces, and its even more amazing how ethics varied with situation and people.

The 2011 is a new beginning ,with new people.

People unknown yet closer, people stranger yet dearer, after all ,what is an informal relation which perceives you in a light scrutiny?

I hereby vow, to move on, to forgive and continue a quest, which will be my own. To stop believing in myths and realizing, what 2010 has taught me to be!
Yet in all these I shall not FORGET, i shall not disregard the kindest contribution of a chosen few in my life and believe with all my dear heart that "what goes round, comes round ".

However at the end of all these I must say some positive things...

I must thank a few people for their heartfelt wishes which helped me through and shall in the years to come I believe.I would also love to Thank a few who made my college life beautiful and fulfilling.

thanks to FB i need not type them out, I shall just tag you guys... love you loads and without you, I am nothing..
Many promises have been broken before,
so it's not a promise that i seek anymore...
Just assurance, bunk it all..
in case i need , just a back to fall...
LOVE
ABHISHEK/OSIBEK

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