Separate Peace-A Costly Affair

It is very costly to establish a separate peace. You need to pay heavily for this. Not in terms of money 'alone'  but in the form of time-attention and ignorance.

One needs to concentrate on someone to ignore the same.

contd....

quoting from HT-12 June- 

Here’s how to tell if you, too, are an everythingist. Do you clutch your phone in your hand at all times, like a beacon against the cold, a magic talisman with its promise of otherness? Did the news that Prism could be spying on all of our data give you a giddy rush when you thought that one of the lockdown powergeeks might be looking in and realising that you are the chosen one?
Do you, like me, think that fairytale endings will magically happen to your life — ie, you will fall in deep rewarding love and raise daughters with Rapunzel hair in a beautiful Welsh farmhouse one day, writing novels on a typewriter, milking your nanny goats at dawn?
The everythingist can’t be tied down by a job and so they work freelance. They are breathlessly addicted to their youth, despite being 12 years older than their parents were when they had them; can’t read a book to the end because they’ve already started two more; and they need to know, at all times, that they could, in theory, if they wanted to, at any point, run away to Rio de Janeiro.
The everythingist works from home, revelling in their freedom to go for a walk in the sunshine while other sad jobsworthy losers are stuck at their desks with not so much as a freelancer’s liedown to look forward to. The everythingist has been planning this walk in the sunshine for 17 days now, having been quite distracted by all the freelancer’s liedowns that it is their right and freedom to enjoy.
If you are not an everythingist, and you’re one of those people who gets stuff done and gets over it — I realise now that you have the greatest freedom of all. I can only apologise for how I used to giggle at you for being boring and keeping lists and being on time while I dashed over half an hour late to meet you, hopes and dreams blinding my eyes so that I couldn’t read a bus timetable.

Random Writings:03 'Negative Relations and Positive Influence'

 Negative Relations and Positive Influence versus Positive Relations and Negative Influence

The terms he derived for the sake of randomizing the random writings.

This is something very common with his days and nights.
He used to create happiness with the quotes and with the ones who gave these.

It was his exam today, means our character is some sort of students too; he has the fortune of remaining a student throughout his life and has already decided what is to be done in the coming decades;apart from becoming a better or best of someone, really the ONE he prayed for.

The home will have new meaning today; and he should not forget to get petrol for the bike and needs to see its insurance renewal also.

And get some fruits and do bring himself to work for the studies.
This minor level exam has brought for him the required 
'i wanaa stand up' willingness.

he hopes that he will tell me so many things..
he is meeting me after so many moments...

c ya...

SP

Random Writings-02

The New Table and The change: Random Writings 02:

When he returned home, sounds divine when you call a house a home, he found a newness in his room.

Someone has come to his side and was standing firmly to colour him with his presence.

For the whole day, he had been dealing with the 'why they neglected me' but now the touch of the wood gave him happiness.

Happiness, though is a relative term, he said.

and the moment he said, he felt that he was being touched with softness and was being prompted to write.

Some amount of cough, some dryness in throat and some of his random conflicts enabled him.

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This was the start of Random Writings-02.

He ranked it, may be numbered, or to say he ranked the numbers.

He could easily feel the face of his inner self on his shoulders and was always aware of her presence.

A presence, that corrects him in his spellings, words and looks.

' I am no one to write'

Why and how to write?

certain answers were already there for these baseless questions.

but, just for the sake of a ritual, he asked these and answered himself.

When he was typing on the not so slow laptop, he saw the sound of the processor and went inside.

Of course, he was dreaming, of course he was not.

The Mr So Called Writer has just woke up.

Let him come out of the bed and realize that the companion is still on his side, very near to him.

He gave a look, with both the eyes, to the table.

He was happy and this has been the only thing that mattered to him.

Live in the present and choose to be Happy.

He said to himself and went back to the snoozing ten minutes.

Let him start the day, man.

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This is Random Writings 02.

Random Writings-1

There was no leaf in the sky.though he was pretty sure that it was a sky.the sky that he painted,he created and believed in and the sky that he celebrated...... 

He started with these lines and suddenly stopped.his wife was calling him was requesting him to go to bed and have a sound sleep to make the morning a good one.he acknowledged and went but demanded a mug of lemon tea.it was there in a few moments and while appreciating the beauty of his beloved he concluded with the fragrance of lemon.She used to be his support and the first critic and he always narrated his first lines to her.sharing the first lines had always given him the confidence to move on.many times to move over also.he was a strong man now.with intellect and interest.But his passion and obsession with the lemon tea was not changed.he demanded another consignment of lemon tea.the love repeated but with a warning that if u don't go to bed, ... the fragrance will be there in your hair. So Mr so called writer went to sleep.and the first chapter remained incomplete.with a sense of completeness.