I want to be able

I want to be able to write, anything, when I want, where I want and however I want.

I should be capable of writing exactly how I think.

I wish I could put all the emotions I envision on paper, exactly in the same way.

I want to be able to strike a balance between the way I want to write and what I want to write and be able to stick with it, through the time I struggle to pen down what I want to write in the way I want.

I would really like to write in such a way, my friends would love; would talk about and would come back to read more of it.

I want to think and put forth my ideas independent of the style of the authors I read.

When people read what I write, they should feel and be the thing I had written about.

No subject of a matter should be a problem to write about for I should be able to put in words.

The need to be anonymous should no longer exist, for I should be able to disguise all identities with my words.

Never a draught, never a surplus, but exactly right should be the point of my style.

A hint of self, hint of personal memories should not pepper my work.

I crave to be able to write, anything, when I want, where I want and however I want.

In the background: Tune

Horrible surprise!

Why does she have to out him? Why? Why...WHY??? It's come more of a shock than his death, more shocking than Snape's evergreen love of Lily? Dumbledore as a character, lives and lives in my heart as one of the best potrayed and loved, until yesterday. She need'nt have said anything about anything about anybody.

And people, supposedly fans say, "By dubbing someone so respected, so talented and so kind, as someone who just happens to be also homosexual, she's reinforcing the idea that a person's gayness is not something of which they should be ashamed." OMG!

Who next? Perhaps, Sirius?

But I got to say, this line surely plucks the heart!"Falling in love can blind us to an extent (would) horribly, terribly let (us) down!"

Update: This seem to be quite an insight! Hear, hear!

Rendition

Is it another rendition of Roja?

Something I wanted to say metamorphosed to this

There are varied people around us. Each one with slightly unique characteristics, behavior, views on right or wrong and different approach to different things. As we come across each of these characters, they rub some of themselves onto us. We become aware of things that we might have missed to notice till then; our likes dislikes might get changed, or, maybe not. Yet, the undeniable thing in this subject is that each person we come to face in life have in one way or the other, be it big or minute, have had caused the slightest of change in us, within us. Of course, it is up to us to accept or neglect the influence. Either ways, each entity in the picture is as important as the other to provide the overall image an attraction and meaning.

Have you wondered, why should someone come into my life, why should I feel about them the way I feel about them, and why should it all have the ending it has or why should I miss them this bad that it hurts to even think about them? I have come across such people, of whose presence in my life, I can never hide nor forget. I have had my share of good friends, shabby relationships, bitter memories and soul touching moments. I do, yes, I do think it is some power much greater than all of us that has had a hand in such incidents / accidents. I can’t say enough about how fascinating this whole design is - each one of the concerned people think their versions of those incidents and are satisfied with that. It is not a wonder, that sometimes when two or more of those versions merge there comes out some sparks. To me, personally, these versions exist solely on the simple concept, that all of us have our own image of every other person we come across. We see someone so macho and imagine them to be strong and fearless, but when we realize they are scared of flower pollen, our image of them gets tarnished, and when that someone comes to know of our tarnished imagine of them, their image of us gets smudged as well. Even in the personal front, I started this write up to be a foreword as something else, but this has become a post on its own. Who is it say, if it is the way things should be?

My opinion is - the most complex of all the science is to analyze how the human mind and heart works. Not the nerves and emotions, but the package as a whole. I guess this is what makes us different from robots. I believe this is why human mind cannot directly be equated to some constants and variables of a programming language and executed in the motive of getting desired output. I mean, each one has that control, to some extent, within themselves. And in some case using some variable emotions as global variable to override someone else’s local variable, we can achieve desired results. But that’s about it. Only He got the power, the Admin - who else can get a hold on the whole access roles.

Motivating Proverb?

Even a stopped clock is right twice a day!

I heard. I'm saying 'YAY'

You go girl!!

Crowing glory!

Gloom

I wake up every morning, in the hope of not seeing you. But you are right in front of me, just like every other damn day. These past months I wonder, ‘Will I ever be free of your company?’ You are there, every hour of every day and lately have successfully slithered into my thoughts too. Initially I never wanted to give your presence any acknowledgement, but you act like an itch I’m ignoring to scratch. There is no denying that you are determined to trouble me, but for how long? Because of you, and your continual companionship, I feel distracted and I’m unable to concentrate on books, music or any other simple activities. It’s affecting my life in areas you wouldn’t have imagined. Relationships are strained and numerous backlogs at work. It’s been days since I had a normal conversation with loved ones or anyone, and I can easily trace back the start of such behavior to your initial appearances of what would be the contiguous spell of misery. It’s not very healthy, don’t you think? When will you understand that such uninvited presence is not well received with me? You have put me through various test and trials, and you be informed they are painful. I have silently suffered the past months, but now I’m tired. I’m weak! I beg, you please leave and return just once in a while, and then I will bear with you, I promise, without any grudge. Ah, I forgot. Yes, I’m scared! Do you realize that your continuous presence will eventually kill me? I’m concerned about my family and importantly myself and our relationship. I never had any clue that things could have been awry. You never gave me any warning, or is this a warning? Whatever it is, please understand, your absence will not be missed, for a while. So, please be gone, for now! But knowing you as I know, I know you wouldn’t leave just immediately, because I said so, but, c’mon it’s been months already. Every night I go to bed disappointed- on another day spent like this, worrying, and I wake up every morning, in the hope of not seeing you, again!

To say is easier

It's interesting to read, 'Why worry about tomorrow, when all you have got is today?'.