The Cryptic Soul

The Power Of Unavailability   Request : The knowledge which i am sharing with you , please use it as a force for good to deepen the existing relations and not to fool people around you , when feelings get hurt ,they explode silently but crushes from within .  all right so here i am with my 4th edition of life hacking and this time what i have for you is a technique you can use to so as gain the significance level back in someones mind . Analogy : Being in Delhi i don't give a damn to bread ! i went to the college in rural southern India and there i was tired tired of having the food the authorities there provided i needed a change and i wanted bread at least , no chance you can get it in surroundings, we asked the mess coordinator there and he laughed at us :D , we were dying for it and when i came back to delhi that was the first thing i had ! so what can we get from it ? the lesson is : "if u r losing significance in someones eyes or the other person is ignori

Date: 18th march 2012 Time: 1:00 pm i want to tell u something tears don't stop but words do and so i pen this down ! This is the diary of a shirty, i feel like a failure,my life doesn't work, i am tired of myself and i am tired of begging even.  got off my bed, took my sleepers , went out of my house and the surroundings looked totally calm, silence in the air was killing me , the nature all around looked composed except the heart within. the roars of anxiety were resonating deep within me and no way out seemed possible.                                                                                               i was pulled towards the gloom. every ray seemed to be dormant and i took a shine to darkness.                                                                            life looked like doomed and no way out seemed clear all my joy and happiness got got buried in the shadow of despair.  nothing seemed plausible , pleasantry didn't work and i plodded through

Back from my WIE conference in Andhra  , gazing towards the photos and remembering all those cool memories i spent with my friends , i was all into the trans of my masti and you know what my phone rang and an unknown number flashed onto it , with fest round the corner i thought someone again called me for sponsorship or stuff like that , i took the call up , a very low voice said something , it was hardly audible , i asked her again who was calling and then in a very low tone she said “this is me” , olryt so this was my best buddy ,my best friend but one thing did tick me a little bit and that was why was she sounding so low ? , we strated the conversation and she asked me about my trip , but i knew this is not the girl i know , i know my friend as a one who is such a jolly person , enjoys every bit of life and has a great spark in her voice and you know what , it was all missing. She insisted me to tell her about my trip but i wanted to know “what’s wrong ?”, and then , oh boy