Another Mortal Life

Finally I’m at peace with the world, God and myself. As an effect, the unnecessary rants on this blog have stopped.

I have come to understand that, at the end of the day, practicality and objectivity matters.

I’ve also come to understand the importance of making clear decisions. I’m still a long way from the digital-yes-or-no, but it’s good to decide things for myself and face the consequences, rather than getting into a habit of postponing.

I’ve, finally, and again, come to respect the introvert in me. I love the way I’m. I also recognize the importance of talking to people, socializing etc, but such changes in behavior should be slow and gradual, rather than sudden and abrupt.

I’ve been quite proud of my laziness in the recent times, but I know that deep down I’ve a zeal for work. I’ve always had it in me, and it’s time for it to knock the indolence off. Life is too good to be wasted.

Poetry consumes you, especially the strict format of a ‘ghazal’. I know that if I’ve to keep my head intact, I shouldn’t write a ‘ghazal’ again (I knew I won’t write again, even while writing the last one.)

It’s important to let the people know the way you feel about them. Henceforth, if I feel-“It’s not going down well with me”, I’d say it, clear, blunt, and in their face, and without any diluting words like perhaps, somewhat, i guess, a bit etc which I've been guilty of using too much, and too often. And telling people what I find good about them should be even easier.
(One of my deleted-within-2-hours-of-publishing-posts returns here, though in a different form.)

Each of the above paragraphs could’ve been a post in itself, but I like it this way only: the ‘integrated way of speaking’, of a man of few words.