To write about 'SORRY' is something that I am sorry about.But i really cant help it.You would wonder why?The reason if I tell you now will end up in a bye-bye.So dont cry and read till the time flies. "Tired of being sorry..."one of my favourite enrique collection. 'SORRY' can break hearts and also mend hearts. "I am sorry but I dont think we would get along well with each other"(breaking hearts). "I am sorry that I never understood you and I want you to get back to me"(mending some broken hearts). How strange!!I love the word 'SORRY' because its such a powerful word which does not need any further explanations.A word to express regret but for different reasons. "Sorry to say that he is no more"(even though you are not the reason for his/her not being there anymore). Death,love,friendship,relations all ends and starts with a 'SORRY'.I am again sorry for wasting your precious time making you wait to read why I wrote about SORRY.Its just cos www.oneword.com gave me the word 'SORRY' to write about and I had nothing else in my mind.But trust me..never feel sorry to say sorry if you are really sorry about something..
"Time and tide waits for nobody"...how true??If at all we could reverse the saying:( Most of the times I sit and wonder if I could go back to the time when I was a small kid and was least bothered about things happening in our day to day life.No tensions,no worries,no heartbreaks,no broken memories.We grow up and we never know how time passed by.At this point of time in my life when I am reaching my mid twenties I wonder if I could go back to those days again.There have been days when I have even hurt many people as well as made many of them happy.Sometimes I wonder if I could have got a chance to correct my mistakes done during our growing years of life.Sometimes you feel you could have done some things in a much better way. Life is a play where you are the actor and the audience as well.If I ever had the power to rewind the time machine I would have paused it and gone back to my old days and tried to live again in my sweet memories correcting my mistakes making things better and expecting great results out of it which I am dreaming as something which could have been possible now.But as I said before ...time and tide waits for nobody...so why waste time until the next tide arrives??Be happy and make others happy so that you never regret anything done in your past.Forget what you have lost..forget things that you could never gain...forget the memories that hurt you.Instead create new memories by living in your present for a better future without any regrets thus not giving a chance to say this again.."If I could rewind the time machine...."
Its 2.35AM.All are fast asleep.I am turning in and out of my bed struggling to get my eyes deep into the lost world of sleep.."NO NO NO"..its not the first sign of love and all that stupid crap what people say because I had already finished or I should rather say it had been a long lost stage for me by now. I checked out my inbox of my cell phone going back to some memories which created new bruises every now and then also giving me an immense pleasure each time I scrolled down.Tried hard to push aside all the memories and dig into my new fluffy pillow (which I had somehow managed to get from home)unable to bear my tiny heads weight which is soo full of nothing or trying to yell out to me "get the fucking shit outta of me ..plss.."(lucky dat pillows cant speak)I tried to lie down calm figuring the glowing stars in my room which my seniors had left for us to count in our lonely sleep deprived nights. I loved gazing out through my window to the not so lonely sky with darkness accompanied with weird creepy voices of wild creatures trying to explore the silence and ruining it. I forced myself to close my eyes into a deep sleep but my efforts were all a waste. I sat up on my bed pushing behind my pillow towards the wall and leaning onto it thinking of what I could do to survive the whole night without a sleep. I was least bothered to open up some of my books to study nor interested to do some research stuff for my thesis. I had no other option other than removing my laptop and working on it. This was the least that I could do without disturbing my roomie ( even if my typing sound would disturb her and wake her up). I managed to log intomy account in the dark room with my eyes staring like an owl into the screen going through the new posts and browsing through many communities on orkut, facebook,,log in to twitter to check out on new tweets published on my page. All these things still couldn't get back my sleep. I kinda started feeling INSOMNIAC...started dreading things most of them which I could not even fit into. Well, when I start imagining things, it can actually create wonders b'cos my imagination is beyond anybody's expectations and its always something which normal people would never do. I just wanted to write down my 'burning the midnight oil experience'.LOL!!. And here I am just going on typing down something which rather makes sense to me if not for anybody else. I guess my circadian clock has also stopped working. Bed wetting, sleep-walking or rather sleep talking would have been much better options instead of staying awake the whole night. Hoping my insomniac nights end soon or else people will find it really hard to digest my crap and comment over it(..but, please do comment as your comments can only inspire me to continue and improve on my "KID AT BLOGGING" journey.:)
