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There is this stori/theori, on how to make a shorter line of the two lines longer.

 

Draw it longer than the other! The Decent and Self-Esteemed and Gentlemanly and/or Ladylike way of doing things.

NOW, (and I am very sure about this, for all of us; correct me if I am wrong.) that there arises a situation where we tend to ERASE the longer one to make the shorter one appear Longer. Some do that physically, like in the idiom “cutting someone to size”. And SOME do that “In The Mind.”

And if we talk about a Romantic-Kind of a situation, one has to screw-up the courage, give up the ego-thingy and do the thing…

And that’s when you elongate the OTHER line…Elevate the other person.

In your t HOUGHTs.

In your fantasies.

 

And if does not work out, contrary to your belief, then the hassle starts… I cannot get my thought process to SUDDENLY stop thinking about something. Even though the colour of the Roses has changed!!!

 

Then you start rubbing the made-by-you-yourself-longer-line shorter. To show to yourself what a loss that other person suffered! You start alleviating the person’s original effect… And all that in your thoughts… No where else… The other person has moved on. Moved on in life and there you are…Struck…

 

And this is what I am doing for the last few days, maybe since THIS DAY. But as soon as I realized this theory, it is diminishing…

 

THIS MAJOR ONE was the trigger… InterConnected to another post inside… The password is R&R

:-( and :-)

Ra.

PS. Hit me, Diaz…

11 Comments

  1. Posted Sunday, April 8, 2007 at 11:50 | Permalink

    Trying to live in the present might be of help…

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  2. Posted Sunday, April 8, 2007 at 17:31 | Permalink

    TRYING to live in present is the key all of Mr. Does’s problems. But then becasue he has to try he keeps on referring to the past. As I see it, when some of us have a lot to relate in the present, like.. how are parents doing?, how is bhai growing up?, how are kids and wife (if any) doing etc. etc. we dont even have to try to live in present and it is occasionally that we delve into our recent or nostalgic past. But for those who have just themselves (by choice or circumstance) and have reached a stage where most of those they hung around, related to (or even conflicted with) have moved on, their only option is to keep on reflecting on the words, actions etc. of those they NOW want to be in their lives to relate, hang around, or coflict with.
    To illsutrate it better .. it goes something like this..
    For those living in present: they leave theier house thinking when they come back they have to take care of this (parent) this (kids) and that (wife) and that (responsibilities of others). They meet XY and Z talk to them react to their words and actions and then move to the next interacton of the day and in between keep on thinking about this, this, that and that and the same thing keeps on repaetting itself all day and then when they for home they are again thinking about the thises and thats. Sometimes they do go back those ineteractions and try to reflect upon them but before they could even find a cabinet n their minds to file the interaction they are back with thises and thats.

    For Mr Does. Levaes house thining about what happened yesterday and how today can be different, interacts with X and tries to connect with what X said/did yesterday.. X levaes but Mr Does keep on thnking about what just happened fe mins. hrs agao,…. meets Y .. same thing.. meets Z same thing… then tries to make sense of the deeds and words of X Y and Z.. leaves for home prioritizing the deeds and words of X Y and Z in his mind for reflection. Goes to sleep with thoughts of events of the day and then wakes up..leves home thinking what happened yesterday…
    And all this becasue he WANTS X Y or Z or any bloody greek or latin alphabet to relate to, conflct with, hang around, and get bothered by…..

    Mr Does you were expecting to be hit (Hit me Diaz) by a tap on head but I guess the above goes like a hammer… :)

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  3. Posted Tuesday, April 10, 2007 at 14:24 | Permalink

    Damned Right you guys are!!! Yes, Diaz. Yes!~!

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  4. R K(Koshish) Diaz
    Posted Tuesday, April 10, 2007 at 21:49 | Permalink

    Oh I hit you so hard every time to the T.

    So will you marry me?

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  5. R K(Koshish) Diaz
    Posted Tuesday, April 10, 2007 at 21:51 | Permalink

    #### JUST KIDDING ####
    Don’t spend your day now thinking why did I ask you to marry me… beacause .. to be continued….

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  6. R K(Koshish) Diaz
    Posted Tuesday, April 10, 2007 at 22:12 | Permalink

    diaz@gmail.com if you dont have it..

    Ra. Email address edited to Protect your address from spambots… You see ???

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  7. R K(Koshish) Diaz
    Posted Friday, April 13, 2007 at 22:37 | Permalink

    Hint:
    Luhar.Seod :)

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  8. Posted Sunday, April 15, 2007 at 22:21 | Permalink

    Luhar from Deoband? Owe, Gopu, Meri jaan… Nice to see you here!!!

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  9. Posted Monday, May 7, 2007 at 15:16 | Permalink

    Diaz You Zaaaaaaaaaaaaalim… I love you!!!

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  10. Posted Friday, June 1, 2007 at 03:47 | Permalink

    O Diaz, O Diaz! Wherefore art thou???

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  11. Posted Friday, June 1, 2007 at 09:38 | Permalink

    Dear Diaz,

    Anyone can live in the present, without having to indulge in so much melodrama.

    I’ve spoken (in person) to Rahul about it.

    It can help him get out of the rut, he considers himself to be in.

    He’ll have to do it on his own and doesn’t need to be dependent on other people for that.

    Mr. Does can focus on his daily routine, his work, improving his health, exercise regularly, develop his interests and hobbies, learn meditation, contribute his time to a worthy cause perhaps…and those are just a few ideas…he can think of a lot many others, I’m sure…Just take it easy, basically, and stay cool!

    I’m not saying that he’ll feel better instantly, but then his own self is the best person who can help him.

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