Guess that’s the story with most of the guys in school/college…what sounds so funny now was so true at that time… there’s nothing to relate now… but this made me think of those days… wat went wrong… Now she’s gone I don’t know why, And til this day, sometime I cry. She ddnt even said goodbye, She ddn’t even took some time to lie.

When we two parted...

just can't say anything.....only thing that comes to my mind today is a poem by Lord Byron...

When we two are parted

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sank chill on my brow
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:
Long, long shall I rue thee
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?

With silence and tears.

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son

so close ...so far...

When we talk about achieving something, something we had been striving for long, something which you feel would be changing a lot of things in your life, the most painful thing is when it comes tantalizingly close to you and just when you thought it’s in your grip, it eludes you. There are many things which we want to achieve but there is nothing we can do about it except putting in your best and waiting for the lady luck smiles on you. A roman philosopher had said that LUCK is the moment where preparation meets opportunity. But what in the case where you are desperately looking for something and an opportunity knocks too. It is the time to check, is this the one you were looking for? Because this could very well be a perfect example of human err at the time when he had to choose between, a short-lived breeze of success or continue the wait. And that’s when human urge to achieve something, to get a sense of achievement guides him emotionally towards a different path altogether. I’ve made a decision today. It came and I felt as if was the one I was waiting for a long time. But then was this the one I was aiming for? I ask myself and the answer was “No”. It could have been a new beginning and who knows I might have thrived in this too. But then it would have been an absolute deviation from the path I want to follow. You can change your path to reach at the destination but destination can’t be changed if the accomplishing it is hard-hitting. To quote Seneca again: "Many things have fallen only to rise higher”.