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No I am not posting about Michael....

It just struck me - to create a series of jots.Something like a random post merely to jot down whats inside the mind..don't think it would make sense to most people..but I do know that many do have these thoughts running amok inside their brains....and No this is not a disclaimer for a non-nonsensical post.

Gyanbyte #1

Sometimes in life when you want something badly but don't get does it feel?
How long does it feel bad ? What is it that you are willing to do to get it ? What are the limits you are willing to stretch the barriers willing to break?

These questions bother me because I see a sense of duality in this.Someone's determination is someones craziness.Someone's focus is someone's one track mind.
what is right and what is wrong? We tend to follow only what we are taught.only what we see in our society ,only around our limited environments.What if someday you realize that all that was taught to you was baseless and you have a whole new perspective to life.

Would you be able to handle it ? would you be able to unlearn and relearn all the basics again.? I am guessing not.What then is the consequence of such an action? What happens when you break the norm? Break the rules? break free? Are you liberated truly? Or are you just trying to rebel and prove a point? Or take a stance which could later turn out to be a wrong one?

What then is the true path?


  1. U were rite. Nothing bout MJ at all.
    But this is...


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