In the making

a million little pieces of I are scattered over the universe. a million little moments of this life of mine, must be collected here. one day I will meet myself and you will meet yourself. and we'll try to feel the same, together. this is a preparation, a note, an expectation, a hope and letter to the one and the unknown

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Name: Manveer Grewal
Location: Chandigarh, India

Aged 21, Born 18 September (1700 hours if you must know), Student of Bachelor of Arts (hardly), Resident of Chandigarh (gladly), an AIESECer (madly), a wanna-be cyclist, a mumbo-jumbo philospher, a silent unsocial introvert also a yap-yap 'where is the party tonight' extrovert, aspiring Psychologist/ Agriculturist/ Educationist/ Film maker/ Global Nomad/ Revolutionist, a growing up kid to his parents, Mr-I-am-going-to-change-the-world-or-something to himself and scared of heights,& a wanderer who knows, sometimes.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

To do is to live

What a day, what a night, what a life! I am sitting here and trying to understand that how can you be going crazy and be in control at the same time? Or more interestingly - how being in control can make you go so crazy? When the 'new time' flies by and as Lucifer puts it "Before you know it, you've spent it. Before you know it, its gone". (yes, there existed an 'Old Time' - no its not change of lifestyle, the seconds actually used to be slower, and easier, really).

You know how when you are young (yes a month short of 22 is still young), you can really give things all you've got and see yourself doing great and experience making terrible mistakes, both with utmost passion. Generally, its a part of the learning package, but in each moment, in each action, in each person you know, you look for that conformation of having done alright.

Results make you happy, praise makes you happy, being better than you were makes you happy, and then sometimes, just the fact that you have something much bigger than yourself to keep trying to fit yourself into by doing and doing and doing more, and being more makes you happy, even if its no-one else but you who knows what it takes.

Words are such hidden weapons of destruction, seduction, inspiration and helplessness. They are there to be used the manner you want to. And then sometimes you wonder if they even mean as much as you are made to feel. Because, they come with predispositions of vocabulary, experience, previous understanding and your opinion of the speaker. So, ultimately its you, leading yourself, not others, they lead themselves to follow you, and you must follow yourself too, to the ends of the world, atleast then you would be with yourself and would have still helped many from point A to B.

P.S. And accept the mystery of why we are here, the only possible answer is I DON'T KNOW and the only possible solution to life is to follow your dreams and have the courage to take the steps needed to achieve them. Simple and true, like emotion, like death, like life.

3 Comments:

Blogger Digvijay Sharma said...

hmmm....hmm...hmmm....*Still thinking about the post*
Great work !

@ Words are such hidden weapons of destruction, seduction, inspiration and helplessness. They are there to be used the manner you want to. - RESPECT !

10:15 AM  
Blogger riddhi said...

"Words are such hidden weapons of destruction, seduction, inspiration and helplessness."

Words are also the most unexpected form of illusion and oblivion. Strangeley or not-so strangely, its still these words we trust more actions- not always, but often enough!

P.S- surprisingly (or rather not so surprisingly) the previous comment is also on the same line
;)

6:21 PM  
Blogger riddhi said...

"Words are such hidden weapons of destruction, seduction, inspiration and helplessness."

Words are also the most unexpected form of illusion and oblivion. Strangeley or not-so strangely, its still these words we trust more actions- not always, but often enough!

P.S- surprisingly (or rather not so surprisingly) the previous comment is also on the same line
;)

6:21 PM  

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