Just like that
We are about to end the year.Though I don’t want to betray they enthusiasm prevailing in the air by the word “ending”.So let me write the same in a different way.We are on the verge of another year,just like another twenty three years of my life.Some of us will surely map their strides and will embark on to achieve more and some of us will be hoping for a leap.Nothing unusual,nothing colossal just like that.The rat race will be as usual if you win,the virility will be postured otherwise there is another year to bring peace and happiness,as per the maxim.It comes it goes.Do all these can have enough capability to smear our image?May be yes may be not,I dont know.Not very objective,I suppose.Whatsoever it will be same for all the coming years.Those games which will declare us as winners will permease the adrenalin to rush through our vain to get more significant ones.There is no limit of “more”,you know.It circulates,one never ending loop or rather a self replicating game,what we have been doing for “n” number of years,no change here atleast.Change is the only constant,change is good we say but each year borrows the same trepidation to loose out from the game.Can we put up with the excruciating pain of being defeated.So,we go down,we rename it a way of fighting for the justice,being a constituent of the same I cannot be against of it though.I cant ignore it,but does it not due the perturbation?Does it not that I fear to be destined alone;rambling for anything without,I say except,continuous improvement where one cannot cut down even a second to think about himself looks like an exercise to gasp for a breathe.I know I cannot show enough bravery to go against the motion still I feel,a catch22.This post has all odd materials to detest me in the coming year.I know I will frown about the time which gave me enough luxary to think all these rubbish,may not watch it out even,petrubation I already hinted.But it is a question I wanted to air.My idea is not devoted to quench the thirst of knowledge.It’s because, at times I felt, we enjoy to beat others,even some of our friends.Some of you already have the answer,why we cant cannibalize the intense mental taruma of loosing it out?Even this time also besets me with a lot of untoward questions,whether being a part of the race which has no end and which have been going for twenty three years,are literary irritating me.The new year beckons.So better I retain what I am.The race will continue,better I accept.The clock is ticking,just like that!!
