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Monday, September 26, 2005

Personal


You're never as good as everyone tells you when you win, and you're never as bad as everyone tells you when you lose. You have to believe in yourself.

Life is a race; a long race. Sometimes you're ahead; sometimes behind, and in the end, the only one you're competing is with yourself. So why to worry.

Life is not about the face of your wife/girlfriend and what the world says about it, or how good your company is, or how much do you earn, or how many have you stashed in your bank balance, and which parties you attend, and how many contacts do you have. These things don't matter.

Here's a fantastic quote.
And I want two people for whom I can relate this quote.
I have none.

For the joy of all the battles we've fought together.
For the dignity of all the battles we've fought between us.


I just want to be happy, and somehow I'm not.
I need a good friend. I have none.

I am not bored at work. I am not numb at work.
But, I'm not excited at work. It happens and goes on. Sometimes cool, sometimes hectic.