" The Believer "

The Kings Of Football

noreply@blogger.com (siddarth) — Wed, 31 Dec 2014 02:06:00 -0800

It has been a long time since i had written here. I had forgotten how much i liked doing this in the past. With that said, let me jot down a few words on my favorite topic "Football" or lets be more specific "Soccer".

I have been a devoted follower of the game for 15 years or so, i have enjoyed playing the sport as much as i enjoy watching the game till date. Football today has evolved and it has had some big names who will forever be remembered by fans across the globe. Lets look at some of these big names who have revolutionized the sport.

Alfredo Di Stéfano

I have never seen him play live, but when i heard about how great he was from other football legends, i couldn't help myself from checking out some of his videos on YouTube.I must say that he was a complete footballer. He can dribble, has a foot made out of silk and combined with an outstanding ability to read the game, he can burst into space with tremendous power to score goals.

Di Stefanos success had notably come while wearing the all white of the spanish giants

Real Madrid, where he has won back to back European Championhip Cup for a remarkable 5 consecutive years.

In the Pic Alfredo Di Stefano with the 5 European Championship Cups

Pelé

The undisputed King of Kings, Pele has been the brightest gem of the game. Whether it may be his contribution to the national team or for the short but influential spell that he had at New York Cosmos, this legend has seen it all and done it all. The only player to win 3 World Cups has had an eye for spectacular goals. One among those was that incredible over head kick which he scored for the New York Cosmos after he had been kicked, stamped and punched on the chest by the opposition players. This video is still played world wide as a motivational video. Pele has been a fighter since he was 15 and till date his record as highest scorer for the national is still to be breached.

In the pic Pele celebrates while on duty for Brazil

Johan Cruyff

The inventor of “Total Football” in many ways, Johan Cruyff has influenced the world of football unlike no other. Whether it may be the mighty Ajax of early 90s to present Barcelona so renowned in playing the “tiki-taka” , Cruyff has his legacy flowing on football pitches across the globe.

The “Cruyff turn” is a famous trick invented by this legend and is taught as a textbook move in famous soccer schools in the world. On the field Cruyff has been known for his time with Ajax and Barcelona. Most notably was his performance at the 1974 FIFA world cup for The Netherlands where they put up quite a show with Total Football on their way to the finals against West Germany. Johan Cruyff has won the Ballon d’Or three times to cap of his fine career on the field.

In the pic Johan Cruyff in the famous Oranje jersey

Diego Maradona

The first thing which would come into your mind when you mention Diego Maradona will be that stunning solo goal that he had scored against England in the 1986 FIFA World Cup weaving past the three lions defense like a kite set afloat. The world had not seen anything like that before .. then! Diego almost single handedly won the world cup for Argentina and is idolized in his home country. Not to mention was the infamous ‘hand of god’ incident against England in the same match. Maradona has represented Barcelona of Spain and Napoli of Italy at club level and was loved by football fans for his exceptional vision on the field combined with exquisite passing and dribbling skills.

In the Pic Diego Maradona exults after scoring for Argentina

Zinedine Zidane

Arguably one of the greatest footballers to grace the football field, Zidane had such elegant touch on the football which made it look all so easy. It was just a mere treat to watch him on the football with his short passes, long passes, ball control, trickeries, goals you name it, this legend had it all. He has represented two of the biggest clubs in world football namely Juventus and Real Madrid FC winning all the major trophies at club level. Representing France, Zidane had played in two World Cup Finals in 1998 and 2006 winning the former for his country against a talented Brazil side. He has also won the Euro 2000 with France.

In the pic Zidane sets himself to blast one for France

Lionel Messi

Lionel Messi in modern football terms is a player from a different planet. The all time leading scorer in La Liga and the all time leading scorer in Europe's elite competition, the UEFA champions league at just 27 years of age signifies his relevance in the history of the game. Not to mention is his collection of individual honor’s including the record of winning Ballon d’Ors. Keeping his awards and accolades aside, Leo has this knack of playing football with such grace on the field that it is just so mesmerizing to see him run with the ball glued to his feet. Messi is known for his meticulous ball control, dribbling and goal scoring abilities. He represents the Argentinian national team and Barcelona of Spain at club level

In the pic Messi wheels away after scoring for Barcelona

Life on the fast lane..

noreply@blogger.com (siddarth) — Fri, 12 Jul 2013 02:07:00 -0700

The alarm clocks ringing.. I peer through my blankets with a half open eye,
8:45.. S**t

rolls off the bed and peeks through the curtains.. the sun doesn't seem to be up and there is heavy downpour.

I grab my washroom kit and waits in line for my turn (hell with this, I hate it)
still with my eyes half closed I get along with my chores

9:30 breakfast at the restaurant downstairs.. Idly and coffee..
A bowl of sambar given with an idly floating in it.. I poke at it with my spoon

as if I have a choice..

9:45 at the bus stop wind against the rain.. soaked clothes..
great..

the guy in the Merc has great road sense.. Splash! the pothole on my face..

Thank you sir!

10:00 in the bus gets a head ache listening to E.T language around.

10:15 in the lift.. chic staring down my soaked clothes..
I manage a hard fought smile..

The 6th floor is never coming
3...
.....
4,...
5..

Finally!!

The office is shut??? WTF?

The Sunday Times on the floor

OH CRAP!

Lust

noreply@blogger.com (siddarth) — Thu, 11 Jul 2013 01:51:00 -0700

A feather touch on the soft picture ,
walking fingers on the walls..
Diving down the wavy falls
and landing soft on the flanks

My picture seems legit,
rewound in my head

a clutch on the nails,
a rub on the rails..
closing the lights with an open palm
slides the surface and makes it calm

Finding the minute..

noreply@blogger.com (siddarth) — Tue, 9 Jul 2013 05:22:00 -0700

If being lost was easy,
to be found is tricky..
how do you find something,
that never went lost?..
I think..

Wearing invisible blinders
I search around corners,
with the prize in my pockets.
Every anxious second squandered
Makes the task get even bigger.

I hold a piece not knowing to use
Just like holding a quiver without a bow

when you leave is it lost?
Will it hurt, when not found?
The questions keep flowing,
but the answers remain stuck.

swimming in circles,
not knowing where it leads..
I wander in the desert,
until the crunch moment..

when finally it clicks.

The Rider

noreply@blogger.com (siddarth) — Wed, 3 Jul 2013 03:48:00 -0700

Rubbing his eyes and stretching his arms..
awing at the curves lying ahead.
The Rider with his soiled boots,
crawls right out from his fragile tent,

Brushing the dirt from his vest away,
glances the devil through the corner of his eye.
.. The storm blew heavy the night before,
through he rode this machine across.

The Rider stamps the camp fire dead,
mounts his Harley and heads for the pins

The Rider rumbles on.. in search for his kins

Bang Head Here

noreply@blogger.com (siddarth) — Wed, 20 Jun 2012 08:41:00 -0700

It does feel as if time has hit the brake lights. Ever since the 9 months i had had back in 2010, this is my second streak of sitting idle for a period of 1 month. I succumbed to chicken pox earlier this month and for the second week running, im spending most of my time on the bed. I wouldn't call this an all phase changing , trans formative period that i had, although literally i did undergo some changes physically with all those ugly spots all over my body. This would just rather be a post for the sake of it and the funny thing is i dont even know what to call it. I would recall some of the things that i did do, although i dont know if that was rocket science or just nuts among the beans stuff.

Chapter 1- Mastered the Geneva Mechanism

Ever wondered how time flies? well.. i just made it fly. I spent days staring at the big dong in my bedroom watching the pendulum swing to and fro. My eyeball followed every swing of the pendulum and trust me its much better than listening to Dubstep. You'll get high. Plus intermittent motion of the needles were watched so closely that i honestly felt like i was Professor Xavier from the X-MEN, being able to move the arms of the clock with my mind. I concentrated for 1 Hour for one complete rotation of the big end.. yes "i" did it.

Chapter 2- Learnt Junior high Mathematics

I was never good in math. Infact i totally sucked in it. But nothing can be taken away from me when i say that i could add, subtract, multiply, divide with my mind for which i had used a calculator before. Thanks to the spots on my body which came and went.

Chapter 3- Diffused the Ajanta and Ellora Paintings

I thought ill go for a little bit of history too and i unfolded the mystery painting of Ajanta and Ellora on my room wall. Some left over paint was all that was required for this act and my room now looks black & bleu .

If my Calculations are correct i just took away a minute and 25 seconds from you. I hope it did not hurt and if it did,

feel free to Bang Head Here!!

The Actor

noreply@blogger.com (siddarth) — Sun, 20 May 2012 05:28:00 -0700

He shines his shoes which mirrors his own reflection,
The tie.. the power tie he calls it, nicely wound in its place..
With a painted frown on his face,
Head held high, chest out, long stomping strides of a King..
The Actor, yes he is an Actor in life..

He seldom wears his emotions up his sleeve,
Alas.. that was what is demanded of him.
A charming grin on his face he reaches his hand out for a shake,
The Actor never falls short when it is to please.

Passively he listens to his speaker,
Pretending to be in grave interest.
With a nod here and an uhaa there,
He puts his adversary in comfort..
The Actor .. oh The Actor,
Is the best at what he does.

He doesn't complain, nor does he oppose,
the only game he plays now is,
Playing along..
There are no rules, no limits and no scripts in this play,

But the Actor.. rolls his dice on the desk

Who are We?

noreply@blogger.com (siddarth) — Wed, 21 Mar 2012 11:44:00 -0700

We are the light
We are the sunshine
We are the rain drops
Those shining stars in the sky

We are like the soothing wind
that blows daintly on your face,
Like those kits of pigeons
that vamoose into the sky

We are the remnants of the same picture
passed on for centuries
The answer to the questioning eye,
the visit is for certain but not the stay.

The key to our happiness
rests within
In all the subliminal changes,
We reign supreme

We are the light
We are the sunshine
We are the rain drops
Those shining stars in the sky

Tear drop on the letter..

noreply@blogger.com (siddarth) — Wed, 8 Feb 2012 10:39:00 -0800

Gods hot sun blazed over his head as he walked the long road into the building. The Guard lifted his hand in a gesture to ask him to stop. A quick search followed and the guard grasped the letter from his hand. He watched the guard unfolding the letter and those lingering eye balls which moved as the guard went through the lines written on the piece of paper.

"There", the guard said to him, pointing at the white building in the distance. Taking the letter from the guard's hand, he silently started strolling towards the building. The guards eye firmly on him until he entered the building.

A lady dressed in green greeted him, " we have been expecting you.. " To his surprise the lady, who was a total stranger to him, addressed him by his name.

Before he could open his mouth, she spoke again " we know why you are here.. we just need you to write a declaration letter and you can go home happy ". Seeing the confused look on his face the lady spoke again, this time with a pleasant smile on her face " The news you are about to hear is indeed pleasant but I'm not the person who should be telling you.." and she pointed to a guy sitting near the window at the far end of a gigantic room, which and whom he just happened to notice then.

An old man in his late 60's sat on a revolving chair, looking very carefully at him as he got nearer. "ahaa.. finally you are here" , he almost fell on the floor hearing the old mans sudden exclamation. "you know son.. you are famous around these parts, everybody knows who you are" said the old man, beaming. He just stood there frozen not having a clue of what was going around. The old man continued "you know what you did son?.. you have just turned a 1:100 odd in your favour.. and it has never happened in my 15 years of service here".. As soon as he heard that, tears filled up his eyes and he was trying hard to hide them..

"Now all you have to do is sign these papers and you are free, we'll give away all the documents along with you.. proper intimation will be sent to those so called authorities who caused you all these trouble" said the old man. As he signed those letter tears rolled down his cheeks and a couple trickled on the piece of paper.

The old man stared through his spectacles at him, frowning .. "Are you alright son?" he asked.. "How do you feel"

He couldnt bear look into the old mans eyes as his were filled with tears.. In a half broken voice he said " I have been in war at myself for the past 2 years sir, for something i knew nothing about.. but today i found peace"... "Im at peace... " he said frowning, tears streaming down his cheeks.....

- HOME COMING OF AN ALIEN

The Extra Mile..

noreply@blogger.com (siddarth) — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 09:57:00 -0800

Extra is one word that we humans cling on to .. maybe we need the extra for "a peace of mind". Extra food, extra clothes and most importantly extra money, extras have become the "undisputed" state of art goal in our life. We always look for that extra to obtain something we desire or something we seek.

Myself, with some of my colleagues had the privilege to attend a talk by the famed Professor Iyer who laid down facts on Inspiration and Motivation, how you connect and how you detach. Obtain the perfect mixture for a proper combustion of the spark generated by going the EXTRA MILE.

One of the best and the most crucial quality that we negate from us down the years is the child within. Curiosity is what had brought us this far, our eagerness to learn, our willingness to know, our ability to accept and appreciate among many others. It is the hunger to go the extra mile and seek which we lack today. Instead, we have become these narrow minded stereotypes who knows to lead a life prescribed in the form of a manual with an index, the procedure and the end result already laid out by someone else which was his excellence before his success.

In short what are we chasing? Excellence or success? It is a pity to point out that in todays world success is measured in green and excellence is not even an option in the "million dollar question". The extra mile should be done with passion and integrity on the job at hand.

By doing the extra mile, you are just improving your chances on your excellence, whether it may be your academics or your profession. When you work on your excellence your success follows.

THE PHOENIX OF DREAMS

noreply@blogger.com (siddarth) — Sun, 1 Jan 2012 04:03:00 -0800

Far away from a mystique land...

I see light, through darkness.

A swoosh sound gets nearer,

the light getting brighter

With a soft cry it rises.

The flames spread in bonfire,

like a sun with wings..

It soars into the sky,

glides to the valley below..

The swoosh and the cry are all that I hear

Two feet from where I stand, it lands on its feet

Singing, it comes closer to me.

Dazed, I stand as it lowers its head..

Touching my shoulders,

it rests its head.

I close my eyes, to its enchanting tone

Tear drops falling all over my robes..

Giving warmth to my heart, it spreads its wings

Poof!! it goes.. out in a smoke.

The Fat Ladys Glass Is Half Full

noreply@blogger.com (siddarth) — Mon, 12 Dec 2011 02:28:00 -0800

Just yesterday i was going through the posts i had made here in 2010. Laugh is what i did when i read through the lines. A tear down my cheeks, for today im not willing to go back to those days which i skimmed into the night. Just a toddler out of college not knowing where to go what to seek fell on a humble job as a mere car salesman. Frustrated i was for not nailing in with the right hammer. I did not know what to look for and what to dream of . Slowly but steadily i had to start from the nitty gritty of the corporate world, giving away coupons and bills hoping somebody would give me a call for a car. Phone calls after phone calls , doors getting shut on my face i was falling into that slum of a 'nobody'. The one thing which showed me the way was my love towards Cars/Products and by god the gimmicks of our constitutional rights.. Freedom of Thought, Speech and Expression. I could speak on anything and clarify my views through a channel that luckily, my receptors found it easy to intercept. A call from above my hierarchy followed and i jumped two levels in the Mario game. For me its just amazing how the coin just flips in favor of you just in the snap of a finger. The corporate trainer at International Trade Links today, I disagree with majority of the greats in the world today who say that Smart Work is what puts you on top. There was a much older saying which read "There is no substitute to hard work", try as they may, i dont think there ever will be a substitute to Hard Work. The fat lady is not supposed to sing for me until she finishes her wine and the way i see it, its still half full.

LEAVE THE WORLD FOR ME

noreply@blogger.com (siddarth) — Sat, 8 Oct 2011 11:50:00 -0700

I have not tried to be someone so empowering. I havent done it at home, work or among friends. I honestly prefer to lay low and make destiny swing the ball for me. But lately, im finding it not enough for me. I have survived far too long now. 20 years is awfully long. The concern now being is to stop surviving and start living for myself. Im not looking for success based on fame and monetary status . I am more of looking for happiness and satisfaction and most importantly a cause. Unfortunately, i dont know what this cause looks like or it feels like. I guess im going to believe in the words of the late great Steven Jobs in undermining this quest im on. Hopefully ill know when im near or close to this cause that im so in search for, this cause that i like and most importantly makes me happy. I guess i have had a fair share of experience under my belt, not too great but not too small either. I have been humbled out numerous times and i literally was lost somewhere in my head. It did take almost a year to find myself and pick myself back on the normal course of life which was running smooth with minimal friction. But soon, i found myself falling into an overdrive gear which i had always feared. Strange as it may sound, i dont want to be comfortable with whatever i do. Being comfortable technically takes all the fun off whatever we do. People tell me that ill never be satisfied in life because im never happy with whatever i achieve. But as far as i see, i have just satisfied someone elses need (in most cases my bosses) and i just made them happy. Ofcourse im happy to help but i dont think im happy for myself. According to me happiness and peace of mind are the ultimate goals to be aimed for in life and success, is just a road leading to them which im on the look out for.

Change

noreply@blogger.com (siddarth) — Thu, 6 Oct 2011 12:34:00 -0700

My castle stood of white transparent glass
the walls unbreachable so high..
My trees were full of songs and flowers and fruit,
until the evil plague

the green turned yellow
and it in turn ash,
the song went mute, to when..
silence prevailed..

time takes many roles..
the creator, the destroyer
the deceiver, the peace maker
from an infant, to the child and the man, to the dead..
the choices made, makes the script for today

for what we live is what we make..
like a blocked sink needing an action to drain.
a beginning has an end and an end leads to another..
beginning..
the sun has to go down and the seasons have to change
for all that remains.. it still has to change..

simply.. simple

noreply@blogger.com (siddarth) — Fri, 2 Sep 2011 01:53:00 -0700

The morning bread does start my day,
I clap my hands and smack my lips.
I give my mom a loving kiss.

Off to work and to all that surrounds,
the stats.. the files..
and the clicks on the screen..
i give my boss a simple smile..

Today im no different than the rest around.
smiling i sink the sun in the river..
Dreams still do remain intact.. simple

Laughing when i can and crying when i should..
today im happy to be just simple..

Fade To Black

noreply@blogger.com (siddarth) — Fri, 12 Aug 2011 01:26:00 -0700

Underived Destiny is revealed everyday..
Decision is the word which is hung by the thread.
Where we are today is what is meant to be,
For some we triumph and for others we pay..
At some point or the other, we will have our say..

From the day we were born, our paths have been paved..
The rich become poor and the high end up low..
Fate is the grim reaper but destiny is the game,

Glory to riches to respect and fame..
Time Induces this play..
And i pen down today...

If..

noreply@blogger.com (siddarth) — Thu, 28 Jul 2011 00:50:00 -0700

If i could be a star..
I would light up the sky at night,
I would shimmer not twinkle,
Not missing a single sight..

If i were a rain drop..
I would fall down from the sky,
make a rainbow over the ocean
and be the wave , so serene..

If i was a flower..
I would bloom in the spring,
spreading my fragrance in the breeze..
Reflecting the suns glow..

If i could be a bird..
I would fly far with the wind,
see what no man sees..
with the same sight as that of .. God

No regrets..

noreply@blogger.com (siddarth) — Sat, 9 Jul 2011 08:53:00 -0700

Looking down this muddy road
there is nothing in need to unhold,
its a dream this far, i have come without a track..

when i look back at the trail i left,
there is so little that i could forget,
every print had its own story to tell..

I couldnt have had another path,
yet, im not so proud where i stand today
Im still somewhere between a boy and man..

Time did have its change on me..
but somethings never will change, ever
and it seems like i did them all just.. yesterday,

No matter how far this road takes me
and no matter how long it goes off course...
ill do what i should have done.. back then..

Revelations

noreply@blogger.com (siddarth) — Tue, 5 Jul 2011 01:50:00 -0700

So much had been at stake, the pressure just kept on growing on me, im one of those im afraid who suffer from depression. Depression of another kind, the reason for it, i still am unaware. I felt like running away and be at some place where no one would even recognize me, be extinct... That at least was the primary thought. But when the time came, i decided to visit that part of this beautiful country i had never been to.. disputably, the most happening place in India, Maharashtra.

Pune came first .. A remarkable train journey , in which i made friends with.. practically strangers. A visit to TOONS followed, the street was calm in the night with a soothing breeze against the face at every turn that i took.. I saw life, in an AUDI TT to that of a sober rickshaw puller. Parties at corners and the sharing of food in the slums , the thought that went through my head were many.. The beauty in the ladies and that in the eye of a street vendor, everything was with a purpose and beyond that it made sense to me...

Mumbai was next, the journey was breathless .. the express highway just swept me away from my reality and i was caught in a bubble world for 3 hours.. the mountains, the lakes, the hills and the meadows covered in the evening fog.. For many a time i wished that time stood still for me, that such a view never pass by me and every time i blinked it was with an anxiety to see what was next in store for me.
The minute i stepped out in Mumbai, it was like being in a melting pot.. the heavy buzz, the pressure, the climate and the environment , put me back in my reality where i never wanted to be.. The trance i was in, was so holy, so pure and it all came crashing down in a matter of seconds. Mumbai seemed the same to me, there was no difference , everything just looked like a photocopy of another , the buildings , the people.. it was like a huge water body and naming it THE PACIFIC, THE ATLANTIC and THE INDIAN

Still i had a fascinating experience with people, the local public transit and the busy life.. The place is like a swarm of bees which never gets tired, the enthusiasm and the energy level of the people that i saw here are altogether a different league.. It was on how much the craved for better, how much they wanted Respect, Reputation and most importantly Rupee.. which i would underline as the the 3 most needful R's of a Mumbai Indian.

Valuable lessons were learnt and the journey altogether was a cracking one.. One that i will always cherish and the one which i definitely will experience again in the near future..

TiCk ToCk

noreply@blogger.com (siddarth) — Mon, 20 Jun 2011 01:30:00 -0700

I sit, watching the sand trickle,

Minutes at home … to hours in office.

Lost in the clear blue mind of mine..

Time… it waits for no man.

The tick, the trickle and the chime of the bells..

I hyperventilate…

Doddering with a quivering head,

I fade my days away..

My love, my life, my hopes and my dreams,

Keeps getting farther away from me…

My world left unconquered,

An evil spell cast upon me..

The tick and the tock

Is all that I hear..

Louder in silence,

Faint it be in dreams..

Those decimals seem discreet to me..

Like a timeless machine , I work..

Hoping to Stumble success on way,

trying to value the trickle..

Alas.. not to fulfill my dream..

The Other guy..

noreply@blogger.com (siddarth) — Fri, 17 Jun 2011 11:52:00 -0700

Im not scared..
no im not, im rather prepared..
Not knowing what to expect,
from someone that i deeply respect.

I know you cant sink in this thought,
in your shoes..
i rather be not..
I think of both poles,
one,which would be your decree..

Green i had been,
for the chances that i never had..
no more am i...
and whatever you say is to,
will be my ratio..

Im not scared..
no im not, im rather prepared..
Not knowing what to expect,
from someone that i deeply respect...

A bit nervous , yet i do pray..

My share of smile

noreply@blogger.com (siddarth) — Sun, 5 Jun 2011 09:51:00 -0700

smile...
A moments excitement, ignited..
where the reasons..
lingers from time to situations.

A fools smile.. a sinister smile
a pleasant smile.. a pleased smile..
a laugh..

still a smile is a smile,
is it??...
who should it satisfy?
the bearer .. or the onlooker..???

a wise man smiles, an innocent grin
a rich mans glee .. a happy smile..
a winner beams with a wide frown

but what will ever happen to the loser???

Destination Failure

noreply@blogger.com (siddarth) — Fri, 20 May 2011 06:59:00 -0700

You dont prepare to fail. It so happens to be an option when you find success hard to come by. But what if failure is your default option and everything that you ever did leads to one. I have a had a string of one in the past one year and everywhere i looked i just saw a dead end. Though i have had small moments of joy which did bring a smile on my face, i got to give the major share to the dark side which got the better of me. In short, i must say that i do take pride when i say that destiny has prepared me for the worst and individually it doesn't get any worse. Maybe i have made this my way or else things had to come in this way. It would be a year in this June , where i had to lose track of myself and im afraid i still haven't found me. All this while, i read a whole amount of books on great and glorious victories and lifetime stories and i was too late to realize that, though it had worked for them, it certainly is not working for me and i had to stop trying to follow some one Else's footsteps. I have lost my noble instincts and i have rather become a killjoy who keeps pondering on what is to come and not bothering of what is happening today. Im living in the yesterdays and tomorrows and today seems to be so preoccupied that, im losing track of everyone. Just yesterday the HR in my company asked me a couple of simple question which i couldnt answer.. "who my best friend is?? and whom i love the most??" . I have become that someone, who i always had feared that i would become and i never wanted to be anything like him. My world has become so materialistic and i have lost may way.

Different Worlds

noreply@blogger.com (siddarth) — Thu, 12 May 2011 10:23:00 -0700

2011 is behaving like 2012. Im quoting that in comparison to the 2012 movie which portrays the end of the world. Wow, i never did imagine that somebody could portray the end of the world. Anyway the situation that im trying to point out is about the change in the world. This is not the 70s or the 80s when parents had all the control over their kids telling them what to do and what not to. Believe me i went through the same and to add a note to it, things have not turned out the way i wanted it to be, for me.. You cant expect somebody to follow a specific routine which were followed back in the 90s and be successful in the 21st century. As a matter of fact we are lucky because around 60% of us have an idea of what we want to do in life and the rest 40%, which includes me too are yet on our way to discovering it for ourselves because of some wrong choices that we had to take in the past.

How often have we taken wrong choices?? are they really wrong?? .. I guess they are not. The problem lies in the fact that the output of the very particular choice have been laid out before by someone else, who had been successful with that particular output, at that point of time. Its already programmed in us that success for a particular choice is measured on how well your output matches with the blue print laid out by someone else, which of course was his success. So what are we?? we are just ants following suit in a line on a path laid out by someone else who in the ants case would be their leader. There is nothing wrong in thinking free and being different as long as you have, a clear cut idea of what you are doing and your goal in mind. Being yourself is a success, being the mirror image of someone else is not. Not everybody can enjoy the same success following a trail which was already laid.. As Ralph waldo Emerson said.. "Go where there is no path and leave a trail of your own ".

To the bottom of what..

noreply@blogger.com (siddarth) — Mon, 2 May 2011 23:22:00 -0700

thoughts keep flowing as in spring..
a string of words would form the scene,
Blurred for the moment
this veil of reality is yet to be revealed..

What is that which lies at the bottom..
the puzzle box unlocked ,
is the visual perception of another..

questions.. questions.. and questions remain..
Just answers hold good no more..
What is that we seek,
Which door leads to what..

Every full stop to an answer found,
Prompts, another question to follow..

when will we be happy?