Ever “skirmish”: the verbal quarrels between me and

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Ever felt that YOU got your life stuck in the middle of
nowhere? And No one could save your life now! Those earthlings out there, think
that they got everything in their control, know everything about you-well then
guess what- they are wrong. Neither they nor you know you yourself what could
or would happen in your life. What am I supposed to do now: follow my own pre
written karmic destiny / or create my own.

 In my life one
preeminent rule is “Nothing is better than something,” yeah! , that’s right.

Hold on, maybe
that’s my fault – maybe…..?…HELL…NO
– that’s utterly MY fault. Seems like he won the skirmish, now I perceive what
he used to mumble back then appeared to be quixotic, however. Now seems
pragmatic to me, you never know what’s waiting for you until you get to meet it
in the future. Each seconds of your life are so unique that they have varying
impressions on you and the earthlings surrounding you in many different ways
that affects everyone emotionally and mentally. They say your actions define
you; I am the one who is executing my actions. Okay, so long story short : you
got to be cautious what actions are being taken by you -it could be verbal,
physical or emotional because there no time machine to go back in the past and
correct your wrong executed  actions -because
it could and certainly would affect not only you but other people’s life too.

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Now you might be wondering about what I was precisely talking
about in the aforementioned “skirmish”: the verbal quarrels between me and my
dad. We would interminably quarrel about my future decisions –what I would grow
up to be? As a father, being an independent parent, he himself was concerned
about my future plans (how am I going to manage things; how would I react to
new people, situations and surroundings). Feeling insecure, my dad, about how
his son is going to stand up on his own feet and confront this convoluted world,
full of ups and downs, did not want to lose his grip on me.

To my papa I was still a sprouting sapling awaiting the twilight
before the crack of dawn –still trying to figure out my purpose of life. Is it
just to take birth, go school, go college , get a job , get married , get
retired and survive on pension counting the days you have got to live ? This
sort of life is so monotonous, devoid of all the flavors and colors of life -OR
you have another choice to live an audacious and intrepid life. The latter one which
is the devil-may-care kind of life is the life I want live and I am living it. Erratic
and impulsive, never knowing what’s about to happen; find your own sixpence and
use it at your own disposal to construct a successful life.

Well if that’s the case then this might seem that I am trying
to defy my own inevitable destiny but to my dad who would want me to walk on a
safer lane –road with sign boards, directions and those red lights that
engender fears about what’s going to be at your next turn- and perhaps a more
predictable one which did not please my wit. But none of my logic seemed
plausible to my father, I had tell him my desires about me being independent,
trying to manage my daily routines and tasks on my own.

All of these events took in the midst of my high school
leaving /final examinations and










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