An urge for a single color in a colorful world

I and one of my friends were having a conversation on a Monday noon. I told him with excitement, “Do you know? There is a good and beautiful girl in our institution. And I am planning to have some hi hello with her tomorrow (this was only for a fun purpose with all due respect to feminize). He smiled and asked me. ”How do you know that she was good”? I answered, “I know”. But he insisted and then, I replied, “she was beautiful, fair, had specs, had gentle clothing sense, and looked like a well brought up girl”. He smiled and asked me,

THE TRUTH

Truth, a bitter one when we taste it, but a sweeter and authentic one when we speak it. We stand by our truth even if it leads to altercation. We don’t care. All we care that, we can’t loose from here. We have only valid point to stand by our truth is “that is our truth”.  But is it really “the truth”? Did we ever try to figure out what happened in back ground?

Why blogging?

Honestly, I don't know why, but i have few reasons to come over here. Some sounds logical and some irrational. but I don't think much about the irrational ones. If something that pushed me here are those logical ones. Sometimes i feel "like what I feel, I must write it somewhere as a result I can read them at some other time, may be at an old age." at least it will let me know what I was thinking about and what i was doing when I was at young age and if some thing undone pops out of it, I would be happy to do that with my trembling hands. There should be no end to ambition. Right?