"Stick to the rope, and the rope will stick to you" - that's what it's all about.

HUNG UP?

"Oh it's been enough with this mess all around me. Can't do this no more. Can't be this no more.."
Isn't that you? You did hung up eh? Already? And why is that? Only because these damn pricks never left your way? Or because you never really could learn to handle 'em? So I guess all those damn pricks played better than you. There you are. With a 'did-I-have-a-choice' face. Yes monsieur! You did have a choice. All you had to do was stand in there as long as there was nothing and no one to say 'hello'. All you had to do was take it up and finish it with the same ecstasy, leaving no space for 'ifs' and 'buts'. All you had to do was get the urge to pick yourself from the dirt, each time you made a slip. All you had to do was be yourself and keep it on, with a grin backing you up. Not that easy? It is said that if it's easy to get, it's easier to forget. Be the devil. And fight like never before. Don't fear the worst. What if this doesn't work? What if I fail? What if I get stuck for nothing? What if I never get a second chance? YOU NEVER KNOW IT ALL. But how are you going to get the answers if you just don't do it? Only for the sake of those countless answers, step up and stand out. Run with a force so hard that even the wind would shy away. Forget the 'where to..?'; just know the 'where from..?' and you are good to go. Don't even know where to start from? Even better! You have the freedom to choose a job that suits you best. If you can't pick any one then close your eyes and make a grip. Whatever gets in there, is the place you need to start from. Don't let the past come in your way. Cherish the happy and the not-so-happy moments, because all of 'em, mind you, ALL of 'em helped you get to this place from that place. Only now you need another take-off to move further. Once you take a start, forget all the crap about destination or else you'd never get there. It's true. Because all the worries and tension would make you gulp even more. And that'd only get your pace down. If you do manage to reach the journey's end carrying the backpack of nags and pain on your shoulders, the sweat, the cramps, the wrecking nerves won't be able to make up for the calm you'll want to seek. So get over the headaches and begin the stroll to just 'anywhere'. Even if there's no finish line, there'd be a turn down there. Just take what comes and give what it takes. You'll know what's it like to run on wings rather than feet. From now, in everything you do, break in like a beast. Just remember - It's okay to fall, it's better to rise again and it's best to make it all count.

For the usual buds.

'Criticism' - How do you take it? Something to scare me of? Something to rub my nose at? Something to shut me out? Then know this - If you're right (really?), that doesn't make me wrong. And your all-the-time-criticism just ruins each time, your chances of being right. When following the same question, you find my answer absurd. But who do you think you are? Nevertheless you keep uttering shit. You think you can shoo me away with that? Well, get out of your illusion babe. Because after all this time, I now know that there are people (or shall I say debauchees?), who still do not know the 'real' criticism. You say, I hear. The day I'll reply, you won't just hear. And if it's just going to be a matter of 'bitching' and 'bickering', then you need to find some other brains to screw. Because I am pretty much occupied here, with people who are well above the line of jealousy-in-the-name-of-criticism. And talking about criticism, if you ever need a critic, DO NOT come to me. If you're smart (which I doubt), you'd know what I mean.

P.S. I figured you'd need some coaching classes on 'how-not-to-talk-nonsense-all-the-time'. Google might help you with it.
Aah, no thanks needed. B-)

The title is inspired from my favorite girl Avril Lavigne's song 'Let Go'. And the rest is just my thing.

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  LET GO You're sidelined. You're sulky. You're drowned in fury. You need an outlet to pour everything out but, you just can't find one. You feel betrayed. You're teary. It all seems too hazy. You wait for clarity but, you just can't see through your eyes. You hate yourself to wait. You put your head up, with eyes swollen and heart broken, asking yourself if it's worth it. You keep asking the same question, and every time you ask, you regret it. Each time it's a weeping 'Yes'. You're tired. Longing for the wait to end. But all you do is wait. You get back to what you did, and you do everything to make it all look okay, but inside you're still waiting. All this wait makes you mad. But you don't show. It makes you negative. But you don't realize. It makes you sick with insecurity. But you hold back. It makes you stone hard. And you go on with it. You start liking it. It satisfies you, being indifferent. And you know now, that it's all changed. You hate things you loved. You don't give a shit for people you caressed. You aren't scared of being alone. You are far from chit-chats. Time and place have all changed. And so has life. Life is not the same. You are not the same. But there's something that is just the same. That inside, you're still waiting. You sigh. You decide to take the burden of this long 'wait' to your grave. Never for once you think of ending the wait. You only wait. Wait for that meaningless 'sorry' and useless 'please'. But why the wait? You could have gone out. You could have initiated. You could have solved it all. You could have let it all go. Then why the unnecessary torture? Because you wanted to hear, not say. You wanted to scream with anger, not cry with a 'sorry' or forgive with a 'that's okay'. You wanted to harm, not heal. You wanted it all. That's why the wait. Now when you're so negative, you just don't care if the wait ends. All you want to live with is the wound this never-ending wait gave you. And you wish to die feeling the same. But this isn't the real you. You didn't want this for you. You just didn't want to be the first one to let go. You waited only praying that it'd soon end. Instead you could've kept aside 'I' or 'me', talked it out, yelled and fought, then smiled silently and let it all go for 'we' and 'us'. And it's not too late. It is never too late. You can still make amends. You can be the first to do it. Honestly, it'd be a little harder than before, but it'd be worth it. The negative psyche may not allow you to do that. It'd throw many tantrums on the way. It is upon you to take them up or ignore 'em. Find a reason, find the will, find the positive light within that stone-cover, find the real 'you' and just a second is enough. Enough to end the wait. Enough to add some life in your life. Enough to realize what you have missed. Enough to break your walls. Enough to join the broken pieces. Enough to bring you back. So do yourself a favor and buy a second. You only need that one second. To let go.