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Aug 19 2004 8:35 pm
We almost touch our self-destruction button, every day. And the greater tragedy is that, we celebrate this in our lives through art, the most. It’s a miracle, the co existence of the genius mind with the corrupted and the frail. Art that is the guiding light for many, art that is soul’s food for many, and unfortunately the excuse for many.

22/8/2004 12:55 am
Whenever U find a descrepency between ur thought of self and ur actions, check ur premises, u r living a lie. U r making ur self believe a comfortable exit way from the truth, the way to self immolation.. through the tunnel of self pity and favourable assumptions, and considerations of just comfortable truths. This is the greatest sin in the world. the very root of Indian demise. The sin of self immolation, of not trying TRUTHFULLY to rise to ur potentia.Without consideration of the truth or the logic that governs it.
With every lie u lend ur hand to, it is pulling u deeper into the quick sand of a world, worse than hell, the world of the inaction, the stale, the undead-unliving, the immortal-in-the-coffin.
This is the very fault of the whining majority of public. Whining that they could have been this and that, without working towards it. Prejudiced comprehension of self and others, with only consideration of ways to lessen ur efforts. The truth is in equilibrium. U get as much as u give. no more no less. one way or the other.
U win a lottery, u lose the value of it to inconsequent actions of urs. On the other hand, if u work ur first pay of ur first work, how do u feel.. u feel the LIFE. Every beer, every cake u eat and give out to ur friends in joy of that first check, make ur heartrate go up. Like when u get ur soulmate. Like that first kiss. ( The soulmate is the one who is ur equal, not a comfort pillow. and the real man is the one who takes full responsibilty for his actions with full understanding of its consequences, and takes them for the sake of his conscience and no one elses.) That joy is unsurmountable. Because it had been ur worth. Ur life.

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