Life as we know it :)

Hey peeps!
Its been long so long I wrote something! Ughh... I want to do this more often but I run out of interesting things to write about ... It'd be awesome if you guys suggest me some ideas to write about as someone very rightly quoted :
"A writer is , after all, only half of his book. The other half is the reader. And from the reader the writer learns..." :)

Okay, so coming back to the topic, I watched a movie recently. The movie and this blog post share the same title (You might have wondered from where I pulled off the amazing title, eh?) ;) The movie was about to people who totally dislike each other at first ....but eventually the circumstances in life make them fall in love with each other.

It made me ponder. Isn't that what really happens in the real life too? I'm not just talking about falling in love only. Taking the theme of the movie in a general sense, I think, its been able to depict the exact essence of life...as I've known it... :) I am just 16 now and I know that it seems so lame (like totally!) to be rambling about life this early but its what I've learned.

Life for me has ALWAYS been unexpected and .... downright crazy! ( geez, I nearly ran out of words :P). I always have something in my mind and like every-freaking-time something very umm...different happens. People say some things in life can never be explained. And in my case, I have not been able to comprehend exactly this thing I talked about in the previous sentence.

We live our life in a lot of 'what ifs' and 'ifs' . Nothing is really certain. But nonetheless, we do not count the uncertainty in our perspective while making our decisions. And yet we are the ones who are in loss in the end.

I don't know if the things I've been going through are merely co-incidental or destiny (as people commonly term it ...lol) . But those things don't make any sense at all .I sometimes think that i'll get crazy (presuming I'm not :P) while comprehending the true essence of the situation...And in what way I'm supposed to take on the 'co-incidences' in life! .

Even as I'm writing down this article, I can not think of a single reason behind this. But here I am , filling pages (not literally though! :P) without any sense of realization of what is happening! But maybe, life is supposed to be this way. .... uncertain, crazy, and totally out of our own control. I still have a long way to go. and let's hope until my life ceases to an end I''ll be able to figure out how it is really supposed to be :P .

Until then, I'm just going to do what I've been doing, that would be...erm , nothing. Because somethings in life can never be changed no matter how hard you try.... or so I've known (a bunch of silly experiences was all I needed to figure it out :P)!!

I may lose my sanity if I try any harder to decode the messages of life at the mere age of 16 (wink, wink) so i'd like to stop right here and let the swirls of life take me in its own direction eventually making it easier for me to know the true meaning of life ..... :)

A big THANK YOU for making through this ....lol... It can be tough sometimes ;)

Take care,
Bye =)

Just something to support the theme of the article :D

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UnknownSeptember 2, 2012 at 6:49 AM
U remember d time wen we hated each other in grade 5 like we used 2 fight everyday!!!but now everything has changed n we r very gud fren. I gues movies r wat inspired by d real life n wat hapens in movies can actualy hapen in real life n btw ur blogs r jus killer k.kya dami huncha bhanya ani post gardai message gara la.cant wait 2 read d next 1
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Anusha NeupaneSeptember 2, 2012 at 7:02 AM
Sure will Bishal :)
Thanks again .....
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