Words

had been in a class today which told us more about emotional control and critical thinking. I was consciously gazing at 4 corners of the room waiting for the clock to strike 1.00 pm so that I could make my way back home.

It got back to me now. After four hours. To make your way out of people disturbing their clan with smooth but firm waves isn't a cheesy deal I say. You gotta have that emotional balance, not emotional control as emphasized. And one more thing, one just made me earn a very valuable pebble that adds to my bag half of them. Words are really priceless. Just don't scatter them everywhere possible. If you really want to rejoice, plug in you pod, light up a stick and jot down something if you really care about doing. Silence is solitude,everytime, I take back my word of saying it is,only when it's wine time but not, it's always, its anytime. Just smile when you feel like poking somebody and within a couple of minutes , what not? you feel like you've done a good thing I say. People were not mad men saying that.

I regret wasting my words recently. Shouldn't have done that and I admit it now, next time you come back to me, you'll find a whole new me. The effortless action of a human being is watching something, thinking of communism at the same time and smiling no matter what.

As said by Tyler Durden," We are the bye products of life style obsession" and social networking is a piece of cake of it too .

This thing, emotional balance comes with one spark ignited by a strong driving force from behind kicking on it's ass so as to meet the point. That may be a person, that may be from within too. I see Sandeep gorrepati, keeps smiling and keeps thinking about something that appears foolish to reality. I see Rajeev sarathi, soberness personified and he floats in the eternal theories on Buddhism. That appeared stupid to me and folks, you aren't wrong. That thing of staying dreadfully serene at times keeps you balanced emotionally and what not,you won't lose words.

What more is a quality time, you sit with your old peers after an year or so over few bottles of whiskey, slowly pushing down the liquid and sucking in the ambience thoroughly along with those Indian made sticks and you all smile seeing faces of each others for few obvious accidents happened and the third person would never know and there you live your lives.

Talk less. Live more.