One day he woke up and had self-relization that after having a long experience of pain, endurance, diligence, now he is a grown up boy, who had got cultured and conditioned with time.
One night he got stuck with two amusing question and thinking over that whole night he decided to take off, to go on a secret mission to find out the answer of two unusual questions.
1. what if he got a first class degree in mechanical engineering and still don't get the job?
2. What if he fails to fulfill his promise to that lass whom he had promised to..............?

He interected his thought to his rich intellect friends and came to the point where only three alphabet words shows the answer of his two amusing questions. That was MBA and that too from IIM. He got on to the mission and took the first step and changed his fraternity. He felt grateful and happy that, at last he got on track back and now he is in touch with the outer world and the world of masquerade.

"He" was "I".

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Is love to be felt or to be lived?

I have spent time in the darkness of my room...and in the darkness of the night sky pondering about things that I have no answers to... not that I need an answer to everything. Things that I have no explanation to. Things that I have no experience of. Sometimes I think of death... sometimes I think of life... at other times I wonder why we fight... and then I stop to think why we love?

What is love? I hate the dictionary explanation involving chemicals and brains... its not a beautiful enough explanation to a question that is so vague. A friend once said to me "I really wanna fall in love...but I don't think I'm even close. Love is so idealistic.".... to which I smiled and said "I don't think anyone in the history of mankind ever knew when they were 'close' to falling in love."

I think infatuation is idealistic. I think compromise I realistic... both of which people often mistake for love. I think love is the balance. These are not answers... these are just my opinions. Sometimes I think love is the state of overwhelming pleasure... and sometimes I think love is the state where you don't feel anything at all. The feeling of complete emptiness.... or the feeling of complete fullness. Does love encompass everything or is it devoid of everything? Is love the color that stands out...or the color that blends in?

Questions that only bring more questions... along with some rhetorical answers which appear to be attempts at avoidance rather than answers.

As I sit in the brightness of my room I ask the air around me....
Is love to be written about or left as thoughts in the mind?
Is love to be dissected and explained or to be left as the question that gives purpose?
Is love to be felt or to be lived?

... i am still waiting to find out... hopefully I won't look back one day and say "oh...so that was love." 

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praveen

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So folks,
After a month break i am back....
Somehow i managed to tick of my clock from my SO called busy schedule, though the busy schedule include only inane things.
After 3 days i will be facing my 2nd sem exam and will become 2/8th of engineer.
I guess all those studious pointer will not understand what 2/8th mean to me. Iska matlab hota hai ki mai aapne engineering life ka dusra sem complete karlunga.
So all studious pointer please stay away....atleast isko to mat ratna yaar!!
Back to some point:
1. I got some comments from my friend that my way of writing or narrating some incident let him/her in the state of bafflement.
2.In the past one month I have missed many things....my all time favourite serial...choti bahu of zee tv....and many such soap opera.
3. I missed the radio diva.
 Oh! onething i missed to scribble...my english has gone all time low. So dude! here i go back once again, will be back very soon with a bash.
ur all time fav.
praveen

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