Hummingbird

I HATE Saturdays! Because it brings sunday, a day when I get nothing better to do with my time than staring at my laptop the whole day or catching a movie! A sunday movie sounded nice when it was not a routine to kill time. An empty brain is a nest for dark thoughts ! and they seem to be festering right now, as they do every sunday! I have never been a enthusiastic person but this kind of drab existence is too much to handle even for me. I need some rush some way of releasing the pent up pressure of my work. At present nothing looks endearing and no new thoughts seem to be forming. I need all the help that is possible, please somebody HELP! SOS! SOS! The Titanic is Sinking !!!

There, I said it! First step of revival and recuperation is acceptance. There is nothing I can do without being forced into the situation. Every minute, every second of my free time (keyword) goes into pumping in the fumes of my addiction. Be it early morning or late night, a hectic day at work or a languid day at home, a great time with my group or a lousy time, all these have been fueling me and i have been guzzling more and more!! Is there a point in one's life where it needs to said "ENOUGH IS ENOUGH". At this point of time what with me staring at the walls due to my utter helplessness of my current situation and the predicament which I am in, I have had an epiphany, my addiction is that of the worst sort! If something is not done very soon, I might not live long enough to see the world move ahead! Although I have seen many addicts successfully bounce back to life, it seems like a lost cause for me and in such a situation the state of affairs is much more evident a...

There was a time when a Prince (er.. pauper, commoner.. your wish ) supposed that it was time to break the shackles, let go of the decency in him and show it to the world that there was something in him that nobody should mess with. It is said that you don't even realize what you become until it is too late. He too realized it too late that when he was just trying to portray another side of him to make everyone around him take him seriously, he became the one thing he desisted, a thing that other people desisted and resisted. He acted out, not out of spite but out of anger at others not seeing or understanding why he was in such a state. A mental state of unease and dilemma created out a state of bliss and easiness which he never wanted but now endured to keep the world at peace from his delirious and sometimes masochistic way of thinking. He always wondered why does one succumb to his thoughts when it is his actions that speak louder. Is it really so that actions speak louder...