Life is a choice u make.

You choose to be happy...u choose to be sad

u choose to take it easy...u choose to fight hard...

u choose to ignore...u choose to take notice...

u choose to accept..u choose to deny..

u choose to take risks..u choose the easy way out..

u choose to see the good around...u choose to only complain...

u choose to feel contended...u choose to want more...

u choose to respect ur parents..u choose to have ur way...

u choose ur freedom..u choose ur limitations...

 

It is wat u choose to be..it is wat u want to be...

When u are out with friends...u make up your mind to have fun..so no matter what u do..no matter how stupid u behave..u enjoy..because u chose to have a great time..u wanted to have fun...ur mind had decided already...

When u go for a ghost movie...saying that u are not scared..u wont be..coz u dnt want to..coz u choose not to be...

 

It is the choice we make every moment that makes life...Choose well...

u choose wisely...u choose in haste..

 

u choose to live..or u choose to merely exist...

The choice is URS!

 

PS.: ur fault u chose to read so many 'chooses' . gotta respect what u choose!;)

Met a madwoman today.

Boarded the train from Mahalaxmi. Got a teeny-meeny place to sit in the always so overcrowded train. Just as I started reading 'the Poet', a lady came n stood next to me. At first, it seemed that she was just talking to some fellow passenger. But her continued loud voice made me think that mayeb she is fighting with someone. Only after sometime did i realsie that she was was ranting just-like-that! She wasnt talking to anyone in particular.

after a few stations. she got a seat next to me..she kept hitting her head, pointing at people, hitting herself on the hand along with her non-stop blabbering...got a bit scared...n so wen she removed sum medicines n ask for water to jus ppl in general, i didnt offer her mine!!! a lady next to me very harshly refused to give her any. she finally gave up n threww away the pills. the lasy intensified her mutterings scaring me even more...suddenly she removed sum prescription n pointed to a lady...saying she is subramanium...

as i continued reading my book, a small but threatening headache started brewing. i coudnt really read the book beacuse of wat was happenning. my fear slowly turned into sadness. the poor lady was tlaking abt her general day to day thngs...but no one cud really understand. i realised that she didtn ahve anyone to talk to. or maybe she did, but she didnt have anyone who really want to isten to her.

just cudnt take it anymore...too sad...removed my bottle n gave it to her...she removed another medicine (sum other one altogether than the previous one!) n drank it. n continued wat she was upto since the i dont know wen.

 

It so happens...so many times..to so many people...they want to talk..but no one wants to listen...they sometimes even talk...but no one listens...i have been this 'non-listener' too at times..n now feel very bad..will make sure i never do that again...

 

wodnering..since wen mus that lady be so? since how long is she just ranting? since how long no one cares?

People call her mad. even i sumhow did.

maybe loneliness, abandonment does that to a person...will keep that in mind...

 

M a madwoman too...though in my own way....:)

Enjoy:)