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If you are confident
then you are arrogant,
If you are a realist,
then you are a cynic
If you are balanced
then you are mediocre.


If you are vocal
then you are a rebel
If you are quiet,
then you are scheming
If you are out of the box
then you do not follow

If you are convinced
then you are arguing
If you adjust
then you are spineless
If you are dying
then you never lived well

If you are taking the lead,
then you are not collaborative
If you are relaxing,
then you are killing time.
If you are being just you
then you are self centered.


If you are rich
you had bad company
If you die poor
the didn't plan well

If you are beautiful
then its cosmetics
If you are ugly
then its the genes.

If you are plump
then you eat junk
If you are skinny
then you are fussy.

If you simplify.
then you cannot handle complexity
If you go into detail
then you are nit-picking.
Life is an endless loop
You have no exit strategy….


...Sigh!




Gyanban Thoughts : Sometimes in life, you are puzzled at the glaring opposites - everything you say or do can be perceived the other way. Any stance you take can have the opposite reaction. Little did Issac Newton know, that his proposed law of equal and opposite reaction will not only hold true in Physics but also in life! Like when people go to  a Subway or McDonalds they ask for extra cheese & a diet coke!

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