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| Amitabh Bachchan themed game |
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| Priyanka's legendary holiday and shopping |
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| 'Coz sometimes art's expensive |
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| Street wisdom |
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| I-Run man |
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| Inspired by Barney Stinson |
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| Egypt-themed |
Saturday, 24 November 2012
Ph.D in Doodle Art Please!
Dirty Thoughts and Belly Aches
I like to consider myself a perfectly happy individual. Yes, I have issues in my life but I know that someone else in the world has greater issues than me. So this thought keeps me happy. I'm blissfully happy that my existence isn't that big a burden on the earth, and I do my job to leave a (figurative) mark on this world.
But then there are times. Those times that come once a month, sneaking up behind you, and leaving thoughts in your mind. These hormone-ridden thoughts are doubts, and doubts are dangerous. They rouse up memories of happy and sad times, and they leave me wanting more than what I'd usually wish for. Oh, how cruel these doubts be!
These thoughts cling on to each waking thought and impress themselves in my dreams. And I literally am left gasping for breath. You do not want to know the thoughts that come in my mind. Some are dirty, and in some I'm Wonder Woman. Some are romantic, and in others I'm Dexter-ing the ass of villains. Some are family-friendly, and others are penis-breaking, porn style ones. How do I juggle these in my mind for those 5-7 days? Ahhhh!
Imagine what it feels like to have all these thoughts every time! Can you concentrate on work? Oh, no. Can you pray peacefully when your parents make you pray for forgiveness of sins committed? Holy father in heaven above, NO! Can you talk normally to the hottie in office? Sweat and frozen nipples, NEVER! Can you not smile when your boss rains fire on you for a messed up project? Chances are, you messed up something because of unnecessary thoughts in the first place!
The thing is though, I usually do like thinking to myself. And I do this a lot. Difference is, most days I have control of the thoughts and can steer them in a Harry Potteresque adventure. Even the most mundance things in life then become extraordinarily exciting. That's my life everyday. But hormone-bitches be loco! They twist every thought to evoke reactions, reactions, and more reactions. How can I save myself? Do I want to save myself? Should I not allow the luxury of these thoughts once in a while?
These days then, I miss kissing. I miss hugging. I miss singing out loud in a choir. I miss climbing trees, or trekking in forests, or putting my head out of the window in a fast car. I miss romance. I miss lust. I miss friendship. I miss gossiping. I miss lying on the grass under the sun. I miss looking down on the ground from the top floor of a building. I miss bungee jumping.
But I don't want to complain. Among one of the mysteries of biology, I think all this impacts me and my time in the world in ways I cannot even start to decipher. I can't explain why it happens or when it starts. When it's well begun, only then I realize myself. Sometimes these thoughts are fun, they're an escape from monotony. I'd like to see how these thoughts progress and what they do to me. Hopefully, they don't make me too crazy.
But then there are times. Those times that come once a month, sneaking up behind you, and leaving thoughts in your mind. These hormone-ridden thoughts are doubts, and doubts are dangerous. They rouse up memories of happy and sad times, and they leave me wanting more than what I'd usually wish for. Oh, how cruel these doubts be!
These thoughts cling on to each waking thought and impress themselves in my dreams. And I literally am left gasping for breath. You do not want to know the thoughts that come in my mind. Some are dirty, and in some I'm Wonder Woman. Some are romantic, and in others I'm Dexter-ing the ass of villains. Some are family-friendly, and others are penis-breaking, porn style ones. How do I juggle these in my mind for those 5-7 days? Ahhhh!
Imagine what it feels like to have all these thoughts every time! Can you concentrate on work? Oh, no. Can you pray peacefully when your parents make you pray for forgiveness of sins committed? Holy father in heaven above, NO! Can you talk normally to the hottie in office? Sweat and frozen nipples, NEVER! Can you not smile when your boss rains fire on you for a messed up project? Chances are, you messed up something because of unnecessary thoughts in the first place!
The thing is though, I usually do like thinking to myself. And I do this a lot. Difference is, most days I have control of the thoughts and can steer them in a Harry Potteresque adventure. Even the most mundance things in life then become extraordinarily exciting. That's my life everyday. But hormone-bitches be loco! They twist every thought to evoke reactions, reactions, and more reactions. How can I save myself? Do I want to save myself? Should I not allow the luxury of these thoughts once in a while?
These days then, I miss kissing. I miss hugging. I miss singing out loud in a choir. I miss climbing trees, or trekking in forests, or putting my head out of the window in a fast car. I miss romance. I miss lust. I miss friendship. I miss gossiping. I miss lying on the grass under the sun. I miss looking down on the ground from the top floor of a building. I miss bungee jumping.
But I don't want to complain. Among one of the mysteries of biology, I think all this impacts me and my time in the world in ways I cannot even start to decipher. I can't explain why it happens or when it starts. When it's well begun, only then I realize myself. Sometimes these thoughts are fun, they're an escape from monotony. I'd like to see how these thoughts progress and what they do to me. Hopefully, they don't make me too crazy.
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