You Might Not Have Made The Wrong Choice

Yep... that's right, don't fret over the choice you made a while back just because you failed to get the desired result out of it. Don't think "Oh, I wish I had done what xyz had said... xyz seems so right now.. " - of course that would seem the case now, now that your choice has been proved brutally wrong by the forces of life. The alternative would seem to be more likely of a favorable result, but the key word here is 'likely'. There is no 'sure' in there. There are a thousand variables lurking in the shadows behind that alternative too, that could have made that alternative a wrong choice too, perhaps even more wrong than the current one. You don't know and would perhaps never know, so what is the use of getting frustrated about it? Just learn to live with the choice you made and more importantly the result it got you, because that is the important part of the learning process called life.

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A Candle in the Dark

The white burning candle, Standing in the dark.. on its own, trying to illuminate everything around, albeit the darkness has persistently grown. It is aware that it is alone, while the darkness around it is vast It is devoted to being lit, even as its existence melts fast But is it really a candle? Or is it the flame of hope? That tries to hang on in times of despair, and tries to cling on to that last bit of rope. It keeps burning still, battling the known and the unknown, all hidden in the darkness around. It shrinks in size, with its head held high, still believing that it is glory abound.

The world and fools.

The world speaks, much more than it listens, O how it speaks, on things beyond its mind - a gathering, mostly the enlightened, but a few fools, who care to listen, fools, who still dream, of making the world listen, more than it speaks... of changing it for the better, of taking it beyond the bickering, of not letting it sink in the shallow. O world listen thou shall, O world listen thou must, To these fools with dreams, some broken but all pure, pure as the new dawn they seek. O world give them hope to feed from while all's unjust. Let them fuel from it all, so that when they speak, it matters.

Memoirs of my December : Part I : Delhi

This one's a non-poem post by me after a long,long time. But it had to be something special to make it to this blog, and so it is. This one's about my holidays in the last month. Here it goes... 8th Dec 2010: Everything was looking set. Exams were going to get over in two days time, and I was going to fly off to nani's place in Delhi after 5 long months at college. So i was evidently happy the evening when an sms from Spice Jet that wiped the smile clean off my face. It stated that my flight had been cancelled due to 'unforeseen circumstances' and that 'the inconvinence caused was deeply regretted' .... yeah right! After a series of calls between me and dad, it was decided that he would go and check out at the airport as to what SpiceJet was going to do about the whole situation since I had my last exam on 10th and had to prepare for it 9th Dec 2010: Dad visited the airport, SpiceJet informed him that they would be happy to adjust me in a f...

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