I keep on saying this to myself and seeing myself in the same situation again and again....deja-vu? Even if it is, I bring it to me. Life had challenges earlier..it still has but the drive to face them is vanishing in thin air. The meaning is faint....almost lost.
I still love soft songs, a cheesy slice of anything in the world. Well for that matter still love to crack jokes in all possible situations....mostly on myself. Does it cause a personality trap? Maybe now I believe it..I am trapped inside a virtual nonme me that tries to behave like myself but is far from what I am. Or maybe, I have become what I never was. Too confusing..ehh...for me too.
I have been trying to imitate myself better so that everyone around me finds me in my ver 1.0 but sooner or later they will realise it that its not me but one that lives to hide his 'alterego-me'...the real me...
Blogging for that matter is what I totally hated, for it never ever brought out the real you and is another imitation of what you want people to see you as. But slowly I have come to terms to realization of the fact that even if its about showing people what you want to...it is successful..well mostly. For I might even be judged by the content of this itself which itself might be hypothetical enough to make you get trapped in its intricacies and unclearness.
At present the self conscience is dead..or is having a fight at a very subdued level with my heart which has lost itself to the head.
Shaayad ab chalna bhi isliye chahta hoon,
ki ruke ruke ab thak jaata hoon...
Kadam abhi bhi dagmagate hain,
Par pyase ka kuaan nahin..kuen ki pyaas ban na chahta hoon..
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