tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179386492024-09-13T05:27:31.524-07:00Just Words..Nothing else.Manish Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655053348039443907noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17938649.post-29437738722467477322011-12-27T22:55:00.000-08:002011-12-27T23:11:16.417-08:00Recently, I have been thinking about life and inspirations. If you think about it, God (theist)/Cosmos (atheist) has made life such that no day or second of our life will ever be repeated. We are born once, there was only one day when we were 1 year old. We cross 30 just once and each day is unique in the span of our life. A life, which was by design, never repetitive, how come our lives have Manish Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655053348039443907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17938649.post-40799921642983142932011-11-21T23:48:00.000-08:002011-11-22T00:21:20.163-08:00Chapters:My aim of writing this book is not to talk about myself and come out as someone cool or stud. My aim is to provide an afterthought, a reflection, a fresh perspective on my past, which could become a learning for someone and an casual inspiration for another. It is to let people know that they are not alone in the world for where they stand. Someone else has been there and there is a pathManish Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655053348039443907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17938649.post-45077214498469529982011-11-21T23:35:00.000-08:002011-11-21T23:42:56.501-08:00If I were to write a book on my destiny and life, I would find it very hard to find chapters for it. For, it will be more like a rhapsody, a laundry list of things that I understand. In that book, I will write about my love for music, my view on importance of education and importance of perspective. I will write in detail about failure. I will also write about inspiration and stubbornness to Manish Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655053348039443907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17938649.post-44723431243387474782009-01-27T22:03:00.000-08:002009-01-27T22:23:11.708-08:00Thoughts keep me awake these days. An anticipation of future and the ability to cope up with the changes that are coming. Some morbid, others real. Where to bury them, how to ignore them, or simply sneak away from them. Not so easy.Change is part of life. We all need it. We all want it. Anything, however extraordinary, if continuous, is mundane. We eventually get bored. We slowly get tired. The Manish Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655053348039443907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17938649.post-2541731000323794712008-04-09T23:34:00.000-07:002011-01-11T21:41:23.735-08:00The one thing don't like about reading online is that now I do not get to turn the pages.Manish Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655053348039443907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17938649.post-91102781235416966992007-01-04T17:59:00.000-08:002007-01-04T18:03:22.347-08:00I wish I could go to the beach right now, in the middle of the night. A beach where the sun is shining high and the beautiful sea is tipsy but grave, lost in the pride of its own magnitude. I could have walked on the bright shores, leaving everything behind like the footsteps on the wet sand, dissolving all melancholy in the sound of waves.I am no one. There is no one other. An exclamation, a Manish Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655053348039443907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17938649.post-53988045738027313852006-12-30T16:44:00.000-08:002006-12-30T16:45:39.450-08:00तुम मुझमें प्रिय, फिर परिचय क्यातारक में छवि, प्राणों में स्मृतिपलकों में नीरव पद की गतिलघु उर में पुलकों की संस्कृतिभर लाई हूँ तेरी चंचलऔर करूँ जग में संचय क्या?तेरा मुख सहास अरूणोदयपरछाई रजनी विषादमयवह जागृति वह नींद स्वप्नमय,खेल खेल थक थक सोने देमैं समझूँगी सृष्टि प्रलय क्या?तेरा अधर विचुंबित प्यालातेरी ही विस्मत मिश्रित हालातेरा ही मानस मधुशालाफिर पूछूँ क्या मेरे साकीदेते हो मधुमय विषमय क्या?Manish Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655053348039443907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17938649.post-39139078768514763862006-12-27T13:21:00.000-08:002006-12-27T14:05:50.860-08:00Sad. Sorry. Bad News. Hell. Lost...Why it is that every time I turn up to write my blog, my feelings are more emotional and curious than anything else...Taxi! I shout. And somehow the taxi driver, sitting in a car with all windows rolled up, can hear me. It turns in and lowers his window. I ask him, “Toronto downtown?” “Get in” an equally short reply comes...Taxi drivers like it when you hire Manish Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655053348039443907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17938649.post-1159589683333783872006-09-29T21:09:00.000-07:002006-10-15T01:10:18.221-07:00I want to leave all these comforts of life, the conditioning, the beautiful furnished house, the internet, the comfortable bed and linens, and want to sleep below the sheen layer of stars, below an open sky, lying on the green grass, thinking about the most beautiful feeling. Sometimes I just feel that, something like this, which is so easy to do, can be so difficult to do. There is a paradox Manish Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655053348039443907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17938649.post-1153604070413027302006-07-22T14:21:00.000-07:002006-10-15T01:10:18.099-07:00In a moment, she was gone. Click. and then a long empty tone. I still search for her. May be that the phone will ring again. I wait. I listen. I concentrate. Nothing. I feel suddenly tired. I close my eyes. My thoughts rumble, come in uncontrolled manner, pushing each other. I avoid them. I open my eyes. I prefer not to think. I try to remain calm, trying to concentrate again. I feel more tired.Manish Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655053348039443907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17938649.post-1149456182275585702006-06-04T14:12:00.000-07:002006-10-15T01:10:18.042-07:00Let me call it a desperation to succeed. To succeed in to change the status quo. To succeed to feel better about life, or may be become more successful in terms of money and power.My life seems to be added up in many dimensions suddenly. With so many things wrapped around me, I am taking a good deal of care of all of them. It starts from calling my family to doing office work, apping and also Manish Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655053348039443907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17938649.post-1147293810034175192006-05-10T13:29:00.000-07:002006-10-15T01:10:17.877-07:00My Tryst With Self ExpeditionThere seem to be so insecure moments in life, where things cannot be defined in the way they are. People are confused and even lost in their own ambitions and choices. I dont know how to define it. Such sense of morality and care that it seems to crash their own existence and comfort. I don't know how truthful it is. I don't know how pretentious there reactions Manish Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655053348039443907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17938649.post-1144450352038113642006-04-07T15:46:00.000-07:002006-10-15T01:10:17.824-07:00It all happens in a flash, before you can react to yourself, before you can answer what you have done. Sometimes, we don't even know ourselves, and we discover this fact and feel mesmarised. It all happens in a flash.Things change. Emotions evolve. Feelings prosper. Love blooms. But life goes in circles. Emotions change their face, feelings seem strangers, love stagnates. There are no expressionsManish Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655053348039443907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17938649.post-1143939686675263142006-04-01T16:48:00.000-08:002006-10-15T01:10:17.769-07:00I am very alone. Very quiet. Very lost. Very confused. In a state of soft kill of my own, trying to fight with something which exists in me and every time I explore something new about it.Its very strange.Its terrifying.I dont know.Drinking, an act to get drunk, to be in a state where things dissolve, expressions pour, everything looks difficult and easy at the same time. Self realization becomesManish Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655053348039443907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17938649.post-1143405035015602842006-03-26T12:16:00.000-08:002006-10-15T01:10:17.713-07:00I believe that silence has many forms and interpretations. Silence is not a void in itself. Black, the absense of any other colour, is also a colour. Silence changes itself according to the context, the mental state of listener, the verbal expression of speaker and the words or events that precede it. Silence is very disturbing or even killing most of the times, but sometimes it is also a Manish Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655053348039443907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17938649.post-1141761907434194402006-03-07T11:56:00.001-08:002006-10-15T01:10:17.549-07:00Well, I have nothing to write. Nothing, that can really make sense or even accomplish itself as a truth, something which prevails and proves itself again and again over time. I have seen my dreams scrolling by, trying to contact me only when I am asleep, a time when I am lost in a world where I have no controls. I am confused deep inside in my core, with an expression of frustration.Now, I am Manish Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655053348039443907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17938649.post-1131850518229426032005-11-12T18:54:00.000-08:002006-10-15T01:10:17.352-07:00Koi mujhko chura na le mujhseMaine khud ko chhupa ke rakha haiManish Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655053348039443907noreply@blogger.com0