my im(i-m-)perfect life

I know no ones life is perfect,for this world is far from being utopian. But sometimes life tests us a bit too much,to see if we bend under the pressure or snap into two...

why is there a nagging voice within me, always asking me to do the "perfect" thing...why cant i sit back and let someone take over...? why do we have to face so many forks in our life...? Especially ones where the choice is hard to make, and even more particularly the ones where you are forced into a path where your heart doesnt want to go, but ur mind directs your legs to trod on...?

life is never perfect...then why am i trying to make it perfect...?

have I told you, im a true Saggitarian...

Identity crisis

How often have we proclaimed to ourselves in exasperation,"wish (s)he would understand me! " How often have we been victims of meaningless fights,born from a single root - misunderstandings ? How often have we regretted having fought with someone only cause we misunderstood her/him ?
sometimes i wonder if the reason why people misunderstand me if cause they'd like to understand me the way they want to...not withstanding who i really am...Or if people like to see only that in me which proves advantageous to them, and turn a blind eye to the rest in me...
True, you cant make everyone see who you really are, but is it naive to expect people who love you to know who you are? can you close your eyes and find atleast one among the many in your life,with whom you have never had a misunderstanding, someone who makes you feel like yourself, someone who feels like they are from within..?
But who is right about what i am? The people who see me from the outside? or I, who cannot see from within?
Is there someone who truly understands me...? I wonder...

crisis oh crisis :(

what is the worst thing that can happen on a wednesday afternoon?
your stomach is grumbling from hunger and the lunch in the mess is inedible. yup you heard me right, inedible...I-N-E-D-I-B-L-E
i proudly tell you that i can adjust to any type of food, but todays lunch exceeds all limits...how can someone eat mashed boiled potatoes,without salt and tossed about it mustard oil?? *yuck*
just another reason to crib about hostel life...i guess...
grrrrr....