To know the pains of power, we must go to those who have it; to know its pleasures, we must go to those who are seeking it; the pains of power are real, its pleasures imaginary.
I just want to tell you nothing
You don’t want to hear
All I want is for you to say
Why don’t you just take me?
Where I’ve never been before
I know you want to hear me
Catch my breath
I love you ‘till the end
Hei! You know what? “Tui ekta Khet”.
Me: What? “Kii korlam ami?”
Dost: “Tui ekta khet hoyey gesish.”
I know very well, what was the precise trial that was going on my dim-witted psyche at that very instant. Someone calls you “Khet”; in front of two added good-looking girls; who were sitting in face of you and were staring at you uncomprehendingly; then you have to appreciate that, finally, this is the point in time to give up and become conscious that, baby something is not right.
Not only that the girl, whom you regard as one of your very good acquaintance, and the very next split second you ask over yourself, why on earth I like her so much? You see! You don’t know. Huh, you are mystified, you see? There you go, you are always confused. It’s not about that girl only, why would everyone, every single person who you know at least one moment back, after seeing you - stares at you for a jiffy, and asks the identical query? Why? “Abbas, what happened to you?” as customary, you have the alike ‘old school’ counter, “Koi kichui na”, “I am fine”, it’s just my classes and extra work.
Dude don’t give this shit to all and sundry, do you even apprehend through how much twinge your parent goes, when they witness their leader son crying in the core of the hours of darkness. They don’t even provoke to natter to you, they have previously lost one, and they don’t even yearn for to lose their ever-smiling one. They won’t speak to you, about any hush-hush theme of yours, because they know that you can knob them well. So, stop weeping like an emotional bitch and be a bona fide man, big boys don’t cry. Remember, “When GOD solves your problems, you have faith in HIS abilities; When GOD doesn’t solve your problems; He have faith in your abilities.”
Life goes on, as always, it won’t impede or cut short for you, not for a sole second. You have to re devise the whole thing, your priorities, sidelines, your family dealings, line of work and friends, everything according to the sketch. You have to be an authentic uncompromising worker, so that, each and every work can be performed at the true time and will formulate every moment as a special one, which overall, will rally round you to bestow you an enhanced existence.
So, how about giving a second contemplation to the inquiry that you always ask yourself, and every day you dig up the matching elderly respond- “I don’t know anything, at all”. In a nutshell, according to someone, “you are always confused.” How hilarious is that, isn’t it? There are so scores of people out there, who trust a person, and they deem him to be very explicit because they always count on his aptitude to judge; but on the supplementary side you are not proficient to take a single decision that has been affecting two potential life. Why?
Yeah! The answer that just came to my mind is: “I’m a khet”.
Start concentrating on the things you can control. You can’t change everything, but you can always change something. Wasting your time, talent and emotional energy on things that are beyond your control is a recipe for frustration, misery and stagnation. Invest your energy in the things you control, and act them now.
If you need time, take it.
Do something very quickly.
[Inspired from a pretty sister friend of mine.]
Dear Abbas sweetheart,
Commit to memory!
The uncounted integer of hours that you are spending, doing almost zilch-
NOTHING AT ALL…
Retain information, someone, somewhere is studying.
They are doing their assignments, completing their homework’s.
You know what? There are even public, who are reading books-WAIT!
Not story books hun! Their own text books. They adore their books. A short time after coming from their classes they find irresistible to finish the chapters that were covered in the classes. Trust me, there are a quantity of civic, you need not to go too far; glance more strongly among your classmates, who comes to class understanding the chapters in advance and they are versatile too. They do community service too. They are very full of zip in their personal club activities, and one of them is a very celebrated model too- with a high CGPA of course.
In case you have forgotten, once you by hand have updated a facebook status: “fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me”. So, no matter what things you are doing is not anything but fooling around. You are making hoodwink of yourself. You don’t care for people any longer. If you are still thinking yourself as one of the Messiah, LOL, you are just a dupe. ABBAS YOU ARE A FAKE TOY.
Do you wanna know why?
The answers are so straightforward!
Genuine people are authentic and astonishing human beings who escort a balanced day after day life. And only one rank of people can actually reach that ‘status’ of being ‘REAL’. Bona fide people are accountable. They know how to take care of their liability and they know what to do when, where and how.
They feel affection for people, they think about for others and they never let those people around him down, who always cares for him. And the only person who can do that is only him, who loves himself first. The self who cannot love himself, the person who is not even sentient of his own priorities, how can he yet imagine of taking care of others?
HE IS A FOOL + HE IS BLIND
Yes, he is venetian blind. He is a first-rate designer. He is so superior that he has twisted his own planet with his out-of-the-world mind’s eye, which has very fewer relations with the existent world. Foremost thing is, he is so lonesome that he gets used to squander more time in his artistic world. Then the pits occur, in factual life he becomes unsocial and starts to mislay acquaintances or even of inferior quality, he doesn’t have any friends at all. He becomes so self-obsessed, that each day he starts to re-erect new typescript and objects in his imagination which he couldn’t pull off in the real world. He becomes contented. In the real world, he was and will linger as a loser.
So, as an alternative of doing superfluous oodles of toil and writing shits like this don’t fritter away your time.
Boy, you have to study. You need lofty CGPA; you have to bring in riches; a good deal of and only then you can get a distracting lass for you.
Love makes a person weak. So don’t be an arousing loser. Don’t make them your priority for which you are just an option.
Life can be pulled by goals just as surely as it can be pushed by drivers.