Nitish's Blog

Gazing at that dark night sky filled with stars in it I am wondering how you would look like to be Would you walk by me with that music around Or would you pass by me stealing my breathe away Or would my heart skip a beat while I get a glance of you It feels so magical having someone next to you That music struck in the head while she passes by Or that magical breeze that chills us down Would it be just like those fairy tales heard since long Or would be like movie dramatic to sound All I wonder is how you gonna look for me Am I ever gonna matter to just like you do to me Would you be a dream girl or a queen ruling the world All I wonder is how our tale would be told to all As am gonna be a writer waiting for the end Am gonna wait for us to land until we settle down there  

I often have been observing people following the approach of others just so that they succeed doing the same thing they did. So i spoke to my friends and colleagues and got the review as if they can why can't i be on that post or position even though i can also do same thing. Here the issue is all about "If i follow their approach i would succeed", you cannot  walk in everyone's shoe, as some shoe would be small some would be big and some might be too tight to wear and walking in that would make your leg crumble or would tear your skin. Now the primary reason behind this all is pretty simple you have a different thought process and goals than the person you assume to be you mentor. Do have them as your mentor approach the when you crumble but don't just follow their path blindly or it might devastate you based on the approach or it might land you in a wrong place. The one thing which we lack usually is patience. recently my friend gave an interview and ke...

There's so much of chaos in that head Never been out yelling anywhere Calm like a water right on its head Stormy within the soul instead Words won't fix what been broken Life's too easy while i was not awaken Looking straight in the eye Even emotion has been faked No one ever know whats beneath that smile or hellow Mysteries defined his presence to him Stories filled the gaps everyday All they needed was a storyteller instead And he stood telling them a new fable everyday.