A word of confidence or an attitude of life.

I was simply browsing through the sites looking for some quotes(my favourite hobby). I found so many, but just one took my attention. Its nothing but “I haven't failed, I've found 10,000 ways that don't work” by famous Thomas Alva Edison. A simple sentense which hilights his attitude towards life. Are we like this???

How many times you or me, have tried to come up from failures. How many times we were stood back in life with the feeling of I CANT. This quote holds good in our life. We never think each failure is a stepping stone to success. And we are never ready to climb the step, we always would prefer the elevator instead. But somewhere we will loose something, when you are not ready to climb.

Inspired by his quote, i am still digging entire internet for his quotes and i have one more too.“I never failed once. It just happened to be a 2000-step process.” This is what i call attitutude of life.

My great critic!!!

I have been blogging and orkutting for the last 6 months. Through orkut I met a girl last month, if I remember correctly (forgive me my friend, my memory is very poor). From then onwards we used to chat quite often. Two weeks before I introduced her to my blogs. Since then she became my great critic. Whatever I blog, she got a comment for me and hence my great critic.

Last day when she came online, asked my why you didnt have any new post? So I asked for a topic and she suggested about a friend whom I got from net. Then onwards I was thinking what shall I write about her? Should I write about the friend or the critic. Finally I am penning down both sides.

Well as a friend she is simply the great. Friend who loves to observe others. Somebody who alwasys try to feel friends. Kinda my clone, I feel. As her google talk says "Being cheerful, staying positive and having fun!!". if I crack down this sentence, being cheerful, does it mean she is not, but trying to be?Yeah! somehow somewhere, I felt she is not cheerful, but good in hiding her feelings.

I know you won't agree with me in this. But my loving friend, somewhere your senteces taken me to this conclusion. A person who never wanna reveal himself out to others, but want to be in their best category. A die hard person who always tries for it. Hope I feel you my friend...... If I am wrong, give me some more time.

the day of scavenging

As usual sun rise at 6, but not me. My day started at 11. Get out of my bed, cursing the friend who made a false promise that he will wake me up at 10. Yesterdays hang over still ruled me.

Walking towards my brush, i found our newspapers are not sold. I called up my roommates and declared a cleaning day. So eveybody started the cleaning and our poor akka(means elder sister in tamil. Thats what we call our maid) had a hectic day.

The profit got is much bigger. Enough to buy 3 pastes, washing powder and a gas cilinder. Could you guess, what gave the major contribution? We sold beer bottles for 100 bugs. Cost of a beer bottle at the shop is juz one bug. Now you can guess the number of bottles.

Now i feel at home after two years. Its clean clean so clean. I love my home now :)

Again a beautilful day????

Woke up so fresh. when sunlight hit my face, i just realised another day has born. Turdily moving through the routines, mobile give me a reminder of a meeting. Rushed to my friends room and picked him up.

It was a cool ride to my office. Music in my ears, planning of meeting in mind. A cool ride. Suddenly i knew, my tire got punctured right in the middle of a busy road. Searched entire area for a repairing shop. Localites told i gotta push my bike 3 KM. As there is no option left for me, i started pushing my bike to the shop and finally got it repaird.

When i look back, productitivity of the day. A huge traffic jam due to my puncture.

Do i ever had a pic???

After a long time, again i got back to blogger. took so much time to login. when i saw the login page, i wondered what is my username and password. After a few trial and error, i managed myself in.

Today i was chatting with one of my good friend, she asked me a photo of mine in orkut. It was so poor that, i couldnt show my photo in my profile. I had to ask her goto different profiles so that she can see me. This set me back with thoughts. Why i didnt keep my photos anywhere. even in my blogs or in my messenger?? does that mean i am so shy??? never. I always believe, seeing the person is not important, but knowing them. I hope i lived always upto my believe. And my loved friend, never think that i am a shy boy.

Anyway finally i could show her my face(thank god, at last i could do that and thanks to my friends who kept my photo in their profiles).