I follow my heart, no matter what. i'm not too ambitious, not too competitive. I like my life to go at a languid pace. I don't steer my life. Life drives me. Modesty and humility are my strengths.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
going home
there is a certain ring to the words 'going home'. no matter where you are: US, UK, Mumbai, Delhi or Kashmir; no matter where your home is: Indore, Bhopal, Jhumri Tilaiyya or Timbuktu, if you stay away from home, going home is the most joyous journey you have ever undertaken and you will ever undertake. much much more enjoyable that a trip to Paris, Barbados, Shimla or Musoorie. going home is going back to a place you are most loved, it's going back to your childhood, your best friends, your carefree days. it means stripping yourself of your cultivated persona, your professional outlook and your competitive streak and going back to your original self. It's always an introspective journey in which you rediscover a bit of yourself everytime; the bit you never realised when was lost in the process of living. So go back more often. You will be a happier person.
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