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the riGht to arroganCe

Of all human traits I find arrogance most interesting. I believe there are two sides to it. There is plain unworthy arrogance and there is reasonable justified arrogance. Sometimes I'm drawn to arrogant people. To those who are really good at what they do and know it themselves too. Some call it being over-confident.Some call it sheer arrogance. I too call it arrogance sometimes.With a bitten lip and a grudging smile. Why do you secretly admire that arrogant son of a bitch?Simply put , because he's so AWESOME!~ *droool*. Why do you seem to overlook the fact that he nevertheless is arrogant. Because arrogance becomes an attribute to the person (though I always make it point to keep that to myself). I don't encourage arrogance but I don't want to criticize it either.Sometimes arrogance provides what humility does in terms of inspiration. Humility is a good thing.Being modest and not boastful, yes I do respect such people.But put both kinds on the counter and ...

the heaRT...or noT?

  I remember the beginning of this year. I felt I were in a race car with a shaky foot on the throttle. Everyone was very considerate and all I heard them talk was about how not easy the Class XII examinations were going to be, tuition,grades,entrance examinations. Gah! I pretended to be dumb and deaf for some time. But inside I felt uneasy. Everyone else knew what they wanted to become or at least had had someone make the decision for them. Sometimes I’d wonder aloud, “Maybe I should become a movie director” after watching some major Mani Ratnam or Spielberg flick. One thing I knew—I would never join the zombie fray of doctors and engineers if I could help it. There are already too many of them in the country. Six months into Grade 12 I’m somewhat still in the same condition. I haven’t bunked or flunked much. But I haven’t started learning my lessons or doing my homework either. You can find me glassy-eyed and distant in my physics class. I'd be floating in outer space. I’d...

At the end of the School corridor

Looking back at some of my earlier posts I laughed.Frivolous things.I must have grown up a lot but it feels like Peter Pan. I don't want to grow up. In my final year of school I suddenly want to do all the things I could have done under kids' rights. Sigh... In kindergarten it was about best friends, about saving that special candy for your best friend on your birthday,about cards and crayons,about sharing,about being ourself. Then in elementary school it was about nerd vs cool wars.How silly! hehe..About beating your best friend and 'that nerd' in exams. Then...(smiles nostalgically)..came high school. Sure there were cool vs not-cool tension,he-said-she-said fights but it is most certainly the most beautiful time of youth. Like Taylor Swift's lyrics. A cluster of memories that will stay sparkling in our hearts. And now we're all going away..far away. Someday we'll meet again..

Bringing me back

I've been trying to revive my better half..I want to write I want to paint, I want read,I want to pack my bags and set out to see the world.. I've been trying not to give up a lot of things.. Something I did on a outburst of energy .This one was for my uncle Sabin Iqbal aka Pacman  who blindly believes "my instincts".                                                                 

On a Wilder note

.. Them greybeards speak of forces and falls those things don't apply to me.. i'm not bound by rules and fancy theories.. i run wild..free...my thoughts  they defeat gravity.. i sail the skies ,fly on the seas.. a dragonfly is beautiful to me  just as a butterfly can be ...