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Tuesday, June 01, 2004

Happiness is a state of mind. Right now, I'm unhappy! Again, what does that mean? Am I Unhappy or I feel I'm unhappy beacuse of the circumstances or I'm unhappy because I want to be Unhappy!
Whatever salary I get at the end of the month, I'm unhappy. Money doesn't make a difference to my life. I'm too restless.

I don't understand why are the HR people taking such a long time to reply. All I have asked them is, whether I've been selected or not selected! HR is the most hopeless and redundant department in office (in general). HR is useless. They're always busy doing nothing!

I'm unhappy, beacuse there's no interactivity here. I need to talk, I need to do something new! I need a real big change in my life!

Meri Zindagi mai Ek Ajnabi ka Intezaar hai!

I read a soulful poem last evening.

Here it is...

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there... I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow...
I am the diamond glints on snow...
I am the sunlight on ripened grain...
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you waken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of gentle birds in circling flight...
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry—
I am not there... I did not die...