i was wrong ... lyf is nt a race to b won by running faster.. geting ahead ... if lyf is a game at all, it is poker.. what u have and what u did is lesser important than what u dont have and what u didnt do...

the last mile

when u see the finishing line with blur eyes.. and u knw there it is... right in front of you... all your efforts that brought u this far comes flashing by ...
that is when there is a choice... we have a choice... we have to choose if we want to have pity over ourselves... rest a little, thinking of the tiring 99miles.. we can justify to ourselves that it was an accomplishment in itself.. that being the runner up is alright.. we can rest a little..it wont matter, since the glory lies in the attempt to reach your goal and in reaching itself...
bt like I said there is always a choice, a choice to think of all our efforts and work even harder for the sake of it... when we have come this far.. its just a matter of one mile, leave the weakness behind, just grab the finishing line...
because a once great man said... there is no credit in a half accomplished task, if the goal is not reached, the very purpose of the whole run is defeated...

so arise awake and stop not till the goal is reached

It Took A Sinking Ship To Wake Me Up On Time

After weeks of living in the darkness, I got to see sun light today. My disturbed life cycle had completely turned me into a nocturnal being, when they decided to watch the first show of 'Titanic' this morning. So finally I broke the chain of sleeping late and getting up late and then sleeping late again. Where conviction didn't work, motive did.

So there I was watching, the girl in a huge hat approaching the ship. with a sleep deprived face. 'Titanic' has always been one of my favorites and 3D movies have been fascinating me. So you got the motive!!

If you thinking am writing another review on the movie. You are wrong. There are already so many. What I want to say is something else. Ever since I first watched the movie, I always wondered alternative possibilities. What if Rose had not jumped off the life boat, then Jack would have had the floating plank all to himself. And then they could have gone back to the other ship in the morning and got together. This was the only satisfactory reconstruction I could conjure up. Every time I saw it after that, I would wonder I wish it was the way I imagined. Why didn't she just do that? What did she gain out of the course of actions? What a shame, all the struggle was of no use.

Today I saw it in a different light. Had she done as I wanted her to, she would never had had it in her to defy Mr. Hockley and go ahead with Jack after the wreak was over. That it was not about their togetherness, it was about her life, her freedom, her happiness and his wishes. He wanted her to live a full life, the life she deserved. He desired nothing for himself. He was content and happy with what he had in his life, for however short duration it had been. Because life is not about quantity it is about quality.