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I have opened the blog for quite a while now but have never posted anything. Actually I wanted to start on a day when I really had something to write and today, I do have something in my mind: something that is eating up my head and not allowing me to have a second’s peace. Why do people live in the company of each other when there is nothing to live for? And then they will always make you realize that they are doing it for you, for their future generation. Why to have all the show off when nothing actually remains? There was once a dialogue in a Hindi serial, Uttaran that most of the relationships on which we depend so much have no emotions attached to them-no love or mutual respect. There is just the nameplate and people are afraid to put the nameplate off as they think that that would be harmful to their so called reputation. I, in my own life have seen a lot of such relationships around me which practically have nothing in them and still they are together trying to amend old follies or brooding over their past mistakes. Why to try to mend it at all? If things can’t be right, there is no necessity to make them right, is there? My Physics teacher always says that life can be changed at any instant of it as life is all about the decision we take when placed in a particular situation. He is quite right. That’s what I believe too. One mistake, one wrong decision, one irresponsible act should not be allowed to spoil an entire life. So all the people who are brooding over past mistakes or trying to set things right, let things go to hell at your cost but don’t be in hell because of those stupid things of yours. Stay well and take care.  

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