Madness

At times, I just feel mad.
Mad about my decisions, my routine, my life, just everything connected with me.

And than, this feeling goes away,
and I become a completely mad person with tranquility.

I hate myself

Every single day since I can remember I woke up with this inherent feeling in me.
I wake up hating my self every single day. And this feeling lasts from couple of minutes to few hours.
But it does have a profound affect on my routine and on my day too. I can't eat or drink until this feeling goes away.

On another note, I hate bad breath. I hate it so much, that there are no words to describe this feeling.
A person can be repulsive to me just by having a bad breath. One don't have to do any thing else. I try not to show any offense and try to be polite, but it just gets on my nerves. I want to leave their company as soon as possible. Or at least to get at a safe distance from their mouth.

And that's why I hate myself too. I hate bad breath so much, that I can't stand even mine. So I can't breathe properly till I had my teeth brushed. That might be longer than anticipated depending on my mood and workload/play load.

But the point is, I hate bad breath.

Come to think of it, assume that you are in a big business meeting, and the other person is having a really foul mouth(literally I mean). He come to near you, and babbles something to you. Your complete concentration is n holding your breath rather than listening to him.

Or take another situation, you are going to kiss your better half. And as soon as you go near their face, that smell hits you in the brain. You back off awkwardly, portraying the "yuck" emotion over all your face. You just experienced the most stupid way of breaking up.

But bad breath can cause it.

So my advise, brush your teeth, clean your tongue as soon as you get up.

Back to Blogosphere

I don't know what was I thinking when I deleted my previous blog. I don't know why I am creating this one.
But I know this, there are many things I want to write about.
May be its the chill in the air that keep hitting me every now and than.

But than, I have an affinity for them.

This place, no this weather does something to you. It seems harsh at first, but than you start loving it. A feeling starts to creep in, saying in all the capitals "Life is indeed Beautiful".

Even when you goof up, there are smiles- silly and helping, encouraging smiles all around, not the sarcastic echo of seemingly harmless laughter.

What more could a guy ask for - a pleasant/cold weather to walk in, some crazy friends to party with, some sounds to listen to, few good books to dive in, - and of course a gal to die for.
Last one's still a dream. What can I say?

But every now and then, the childish heart of mine prompts me to go out in rain and get drenched, and this all understanding mind of mine advises me other way.

After all said and done, all you want to be is happy or as eloquently put on the internet by some anonymous person - "Than, You don't understand Life"

Three cheers to this beautiful Life.