Words and Notion

Observe, Don't just see


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What others think

Do you worry too much about what others think of you ? Β Do you always try to become that likable type or wish at least not to become the hateable ones?

Obviously it is very human nature. Exceptions are there, like the don’t care types. But everyone cannot be that don’t care types. They are hurt and bothered with the “am I misunderstood? ” syndrome.

So do you have this syndrome, how do you try to escape from that?

Anyway, one’s integrity cannot be compromised while trying to be the likable types as mentioned in waves of notion

 


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Lifeless soul, how sad!

He never cared what is happening around him. Never he looked over shoulders. Never he was seen indulged in loose talks. What to say more, rarely he smiled too….he was not even found showing any gesture of social interactions.

“What a life less soul , he is”, his colleagues pitied him.

“Seems one of his screws is loosely connected”, people sympathized. “How can he be a human without any blah blah chats in life”

But he was least bothered on all such sympathies and gossips

He thought, “Silly people, what do they know about me? Simply wasting their life in all those gossips. When will they understand the worth of what they are losing? Just living if the wind is favourable in their path, spending time peeping over the window of their neighbors. Never you people will understand what I am thinking. So start living, stop cursing me and laughing at me”

After thought: Sometimes Β we feel pity for othes thinking about their poor life conditions or unhappiness in life or anything like that. But actually we are fooled in a way. Those people understand everything including our thoughts. And in fact they are feeling pity for us..how ironic!


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Miles to go before I sleep..

I assumed the world to be what I read through newspapers. I felt much familiar to the world I live. I was pleased with all the humanly pleasures around my realm. I know there are pains, suffering, depressions, and all such anguishes in this world. Still I thought it to be a happy world, keeping the reality apart.

Miles to go before I sleep.. (As in Robert Frost’s language)