Was that me????

I open my eyes and I’m standing alone in the middle of the dark corridor. How did I get here I ask myself. What time is it? The corridor is empty, the entire hostel is asleep. How did I get here? Did I sleep walk? God I’m scared. I need to get back to my room to bed.

I lie there on my bed all alone. Frightened. What if some day I get up in the middle of the night and don’t know where I am. Alone on a dark winding road which is unfamiliar to me. Alone in my night pyjamas. No money. No phone. No nothing. What if?

What if in my sleep I walk to my balcony, and jump. I don’t know who I am or what I can do when I’m sleep walking. Is it the same Charlene? Or someone else walking?
Is it me who decides what I do when I’m sleep-walking or it some third person in me who’s trying to break free.

Will it ever end? How do I know it’s the end? What if I don’t remember where I’ve been last night sleep-walking? Who’s this person in me who wants to explore? Who wants to get out? Is she a dormant side of me who gets her way at night when I have no control of my body? Or do I have control of my body? I don’t know.

Sleeping Beauty!!!

I lie there on my bed, my eyes shut. I don’t have any place to go today. The cold is biting; the warm bed is so comforting. Do I need to get away from this warmth, is it really worth it? Get up from bed and do something worthwhile with your day my conscience tells me. But I just want to keep sleeping. Why can’t I just spend my day in bed? I know I’ll feel guilty that I’ve wasted an entire day not doing anything much.

But why is just staying in bed and lazing around considered a waste. Yes I know time waits for no one. Fine big deal if I waste a few hours just doing nothing. As long as I’m enjoying it right?

What do we really want out of life?

Have you ever realized that in every 2 out of 3 conversations, we are whining or complaining about something on the other. Either it is about how we don’t want to attend class or about how we don’t have time to have fun or complaining about work or something or the other.


What are we really doing in life? Why are we so called “suffering” in life? Don’t we have a choice of what we can do in life? It’s OUR life after all…. We control it….. If we don’t like studying, attending classes, etc. , then why did we knowingly enrol in our MBA course. If we don’t get time to have fun, why don’t we make time to have fun? After all the 24 hours in a day belongs to me and no one else. So I should choose what to do every hour of my day.

Ok, fine I guess we are educating ourselves in order to get a good paying job. Why do we need a good job? It’s all for the money. Money for what? Happiness!!!!

I really don’t understand, so we land up suffering our entire life in order to be happy? Is our life that ironic? We all are just running a race and we don’t know where the race ends? We don’t really know what we want. So even once we accomplish our goals, we don’t know what to do next. All of us are blindly running where? And for what reason are we running?

Why can’t we just stop and enjoy the journey of life!!!!

Egg again????

Eggs

Bread

Cheese

Ham (maybe)

Butter

Hot n sweet sauce

Ketchup

Salt

Pepper

Origano (from dominoes)

Oil

well how many breakfast dishes can u make with the above ingredients.. 1? 2? 3?...... If your me you can survive for 2 yrs with just these ingredients for breakfast!!!

And not just survive my dear.. I have one of the most awesomely tasting breakfast anyone could ask for!!!