Good Excuses are Still Excuses

"It is essential to understand that battles are primarily won in the hearts of men."
- Vince Lombardi

About me : There is another person who lives inside of me... who comes alive every now & then.. the one who is completely different than me...

I live in constant feud with myself ... the question... "To Be who You Are Born To Be" or "To Be What You've Become"...

Essentials:
- what will others think of me
- who am I dissappointing
- who else is going to get affected
- Am I not doing good enough for myself
- Is the compromise a chance I am willing to take
- Do I have it in me to go all the way
- Is it all worth the effort
- What if I am wrong
- What if I fail

Some answers are straight forward, some are probably a bit more twisted... some we agree upon and some we totally disconnect...


Many people suffer from this syndrome, a state of living of others dreams and others wishes... then there are a few living, exactly the way they wanted to...Lucky Bastards

Anyways off late, most people I've spoken to fall in the first category... almost everyone has this urge, this desire to chase a dream which is totally different from what they are doing... things they are passionate about... the solace, the peace when doing it... the things where the heart lies... things they feel they know they should be doing... the things one feels he's born to do...

Ask them, the fear is more or less similar, if not the same...

They all have a reasonable excuse(s) for not following their heart, their dreams...

I have mine too...

Yet despite these reasonable excuses, one cannot change who they are… who they were born to be...

No matter how old you grow... how far you've moved... what you've achieved... a brief let in into these... and the old fire ignites... the desperation seeps in... the passion never dies...

Today, I was reading a story about this guy, who dreamed of being a locally held soccer tournament’s champion. From the time he was a child, he was swift and agile, with an obvious athletic gift. During his schooling years... he played in quite a few tournaments... though his team never won anything, but was always amongst the top teams and regarded as the best player locally...
Anyways when he went to the grad school... dedicated himself to the sports... he was named the soccer team captain... and during one of the practice matches for a major tournament... he tore a ligament... and couldn't continue playing... he came back the next season... he wasn't in the best of speeds and the agility was a question as well... was scared of giving in... feared he might injure himself more seriously... and might lose out to future prospects of playing a coach to the home team in future... his team was losing like never before...

Witnessing this and knowing the turmoil inside... he was more desperate than ever… he always knew he had it in him... soccer was his passion... the anxiety of the game… the emotions...

He just couldn't take it any longer… the mere thought of this injury beating him to his passion... continuously kept dragging him into his own shelf…

So just before the tournament started, he decided he had enough and had to break out of this…

He pulled himself together... requested his coach to place him in the line up... he started attending practice sessions... he worked hard in his physical training sessions... and with his game improving with the practice sessions... manage to play the critical games for his team... the team went ahead to play till the finals of the tournament and were placed second.

Even though he didn't win the most desired tournament, but he walked away knowing he’d gained so much more...

In his words...
“In the end, I knew I did exactly what I was born to do, using every capability contained inside of me.”


Inspired...

This also reminds... of someone... who did make the Biggest comebacks ever... Saurav Ganguly... but that's another story...

Ghajini

Had bought tickets for ghajini... I had seen the movie before... In telegu... of course I'm crazy abt ASIN ever since...
Aamir... was disappointing in this one... he dinn do justice to the role... I meant by building the body that was similar to that of Surya shown in the telegu/tamil version... he did everything possible... but he was not half as convincing as Surya was...

Asin has now moved on to be a new favs amongst quite a few guys...

the ending of the movie is clumsier than before... so...

Overall rating: 4.5/10

Cpla Questions:

Cpla Questions:

1. On a Serious Note?

has this virtual world turned u a bit more introverted than before?


2. On a not so serious note?

Now that we live in the so-called "E-WORLD"... should we still use terms like " All ears" or shud these be replaced with "All eyes"

for this...

This ones a comment posted by someone...
(about whom I have no clue but... m sure... something has changed inside of me... and just hope that the comment would do so to you to0...)
thanx a million... for this...

Read the post, whole of it though it was quite long. It's around 3 at night. I didn't feel like sleeping and wanted to read or write and feel some sort of connection. I was literally searching for something that can have some impact. Read a few blogposts of unknown people randomly (following random links) and reached here. Read this post and then I knew I'd to write something. Let's see what follows.

around 200 people died in Bombay. farmers commit suicide in India. The flood in Kosi devastated lives of thousands. What did I do? Cringed, wrapped myself in another thick layer to keep my inside untouched by the dirt of this world. The realization: or the irony of it: how can we remove the dirt and still stay pure? How can I touch something and still stay untouched?
Clueless, directionless I ventured into an unknown world where the voice again said to me the same words.. stand up, grow up, get out of these days of fairytales and magicworld, and hold them. those millions of people, the orphans, the forlorn, all of them need you.
Everytime it happens, I tell myself: Yeah! I know that. I'm aware, 24 X 7 aware. I know the bigger purpose, I know that it's calling, I know that I'll eventually have to take that first step and initiate the war. If I don't, my soul won't find its peace. However, amid all this, the little girl inside..... what of her? Her dreams? Those dreams and secrets of her world which she has kept so safe, so preserved in her heart for such a long time. What of them? all the wait in vain? Right now, I can feel her, her shivering dreams which she's kept inside her fists unscathed and preserved like her own little child.. i can feel her heartbeat.. so fragile it seems that it fills me with a fear. Will she be able to let go of all her dreams, all her desires for the sake of that purpose?

Right now, I've no clue. It seems just too hard. Just with a bit of self-belief, how far can we go? How far? You look up at the sky and scream, and in return, you find God's silence. Why does God always reply in this unknown language?

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There's so much turmoil at times. Perhaps He speaks through silence. And the silence always tells me that she'll, if she has to find her peace, she'll be able to carve her own path. The soul in her will outdo that girl. The spirit will take her to the level where she can feel herself inside every other individual. When her own world won't exist, because their world will become hers and her own will sink deep inside her. Perhaps during this lifetime, she won't get time for herself, but the wait will continue, in silence, in solitude, in those moments when she will pray or look at the sky, when she will dream of that unknown, or when the infinite amount of love will again oodle inside her tiny heart, she will stay assured, she will know that wherever He is, He would be feeling exactly the way she's feeling. This life is just not for love. This life of ours doesn't belong to us. This life is to let go of all dreams, all desires. This life is to step out of the shackles of "me" and "I". This life is a prayer to God. and like a prayer, it must be kept selfless.
and someday, in some birth, this wait will be over. and that would be in a better world. The world we and the children of this nation will create.
I love that unknown. But I'll keep him off, I've no way to justify this, I just have to. But someday I'll return to him, with all dreams and every bit of love kept preserved as my most precious jewel.

and till then, the purpose, the call, the sacrifice, dumping that little girl and all her dreams in a corner.... everything justified. The purpose. that's it.

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and you, my dear dear friend, when you feel the pinch in your heart, when your soul cringes at the thoughts of terror, when you feel the drops of tears filing your eyes, when your heart cries and soul wants to scream, please do it.
I'll give you some idea: have some friends of yours with you. Make some posters, banners and put them at public places, colleges/CCDs etc. Have some sort of get together and talk, debate, argue, and ignite the fire inside others. Spread the fire around. It's not that tough. And if you cant' do this, then at least discuss it all with people, take this vow that you'll try your best to trigger such sort of discussions amongst your peers. whenever you're out for any lunch/dinner, dont let your friends discuss yuvraj singh or shahrukh's new movie or their other friends or gfs/bfs, discuss with them India, our society, our people, the evils, what's wrong, how it can be rectified etc etc, the list is too long. At least make them "think" so that they may look outside their own cosy world...

the onion soup story

“Onion soup sustains. The process of making it is somewhat like the process of learning to love. It requires commitment, extraordinary effort, time, and will make you cry.”

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