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My Soul is alive

In the comments I received on this post, an 'anonymous' said that the first inference he could draw from the post was that my Soul was alive ...& kickkkking!!!! :-) And that is when I realised, how true it was!
The primary sign of a living soul is unrest. Once you stop thinking about what you are doing, you are so dead. One may not know 'exactly' what one wants, but she should be always challenging the status quo. The day I come to terms with my existence,my work, my life I will know for sure that a fire deep within (not of acidity) has seized to exist.
The comment has suddenly made me realise that this very unrest will make me do something interesting some day! Something that will make the world think I have achieved, and make me realise that i have taken the first step, increase the unrest within, and strive for more.
Thank you anonymous!!!

Comments

Clueso said…
dude...going by the activity on the blog, your soul may be alive, but you seem dead...
thelaukik said…
oye...jyada mat bol!!
just because you are coming up with posts quite often now a days you cant say this OK!!???
I will be back!
I camt blog from work and I am yet to apply for a reliance data connection because the guy collects the applications has gone to his 'gaon' for him mom's 'varsha sharddha'. Have some respect for the dead!!!
Clueso said…
oh ok now that you told me I will quiten down...for a while at least :)

and will wait for the next round of posts :)
Kalpesh Saglani said…
yeah man, i have been trying to hear from you!! Keep the blog ALive man,,,are you too busy at home??? ( ah ha ah ha ah??)

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