Run Forrest Run

so what do you do when the chips are down..
when life seems a bit harsh and judgments too biased..
funny thing with results are that while others may lump at your nemesis ,deep down you know its that extra which went missing when the odds were being placed..
no one but we ourself have to stand up to acknowledge the outcome gracefully..
our success doesn't make us 2 inches taller..
our failures doesn't call for long faces..
its the poise you carry that defines the person within..
for nobody gives a crap when you miss the inch or scale the everest..
it might loom large in your personal horizon ..
for others its just another event in the black hole..
few cheers ,few hoots ,few grin.. and you thought they made you..
the IMAGE..
carry it with aplomb..
live up to it ..
don't live for it..
Live for your standards
Live for your benchmarks
I started jogging with a friend whose fitness I rated above mine..
Each day we ran about 6-7 rounds of college ground..
I would usually give up before his run..
Then I set my goal to atleast match him...
One fine day, he stopped after 7th and I followed suit..
That was the moment..
I knew I could still go on..but I didn’t
What stopped me was my threshold which was not really the function of my capabilities..
Next day I outran him ...10 rounds !!
So much for superior fitness...
I"ll tell u this, while running you keep your mind far from any philosophical shit..
But I knew I was about to commit a euphoric blasphemy ..i revised my limits..
Lesson of life...
I came to my hostel room and put in my write-up for the next college competition which earlier I left to the GMAT(G**nd Mein Adtyadhik Tension) breed of guys...
It’s the callous lethargic crap air I delight myself with and which I gleefully sobriquet as my comfort zone..
It’s a crap zone..
And I raise my V and tell you its quite cool here..
Truth is I am losing my urge...
Urge to be in the thick and thin of things..
To tickle my senses with those erudite stimulation which once gave unexplainable satisfaction..
Somewhere in the rush to make the last call..last meeting ...last laugh..last party..last date,the part of me which grows in isolation has vegetated for so long that I don’t remember what was the last thing I did hard and prayed for positive fallout(both things together)..
so folks ..i wrote my head out and I say with heart within and God overhead nothing sorry in trying and losing ...but watching things at the periphery and losing out on few handful things we like doing ...IS
I am pulling up the proverbial sock and flipping the pages of The Argumentative Indian..next I may turn a page or too of Financial management and tomorrow I will aim for 11 rounds...