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, September 18, 2008

Twenty-two

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Its either pain or the pleasure of being strong enough to bear it that keeps me going. I realized yesterday that it could fall apart any time in a second, or it could take years, gradually deteriorating my sense of who I want to be, of who I could be.

But I am here, and I wake up everyday, and I do my best. And I will continue to do so because its all leading the one thing - back and forth - to the now - to the way life needs to be lived!

Monday, September 01, 2008

my head feels heavy and weird like all emotions are liquid and they are trying to find a way out but are as of now contained in my head

a want

I want to be able to sit across someone & be saying this than writing it down, because then perhaps I wouldn't even have to use words for pain, love, confusion, passion & sadness & hope - as these are emotions easily displayed across a room. But I don't have that option right now and I want it.