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Iam absolutely indisciplined.

This is very surprising. Considering that I have spend a larger part of my life in places where I had to follow orders.
Normally I let my wife lead me. She tells me fetch and I fetch. When shes in the car with me, I just stop thinking. She has to even tell me the routes that we have travelled a thousand times before , much to her chagrin. I guess, given a chance, I can totally surrender living to someone else. My only problem is when others tries to influence my thoughts and words. Then I become rabid.


Iam , what you call, living in the moment. In a semi daze.



If left to myself, Iam inaction.( Isn't that word ironic? In action should mean being in action, yet it stands for an action less state).Most of my thoughts when Iam alone is about immediate requirements. My wife is aware of this. She knows that if Iam left alone, she will almost always find me in the same spot 3 days later. She drives me to action.

I don't mind.

She seems to have the road map and Iam just in it for the ride.

...and perhaps to change the tyre once in a while.

Its good to have a role in life I guess. Not that it really matters...but it helps.


I have this disgusting habit of mirroring.Which means that I have a tendency to mirror anything that's put in front of me. If Iam reading a book, Iam that book until the next one is placed in front of me. It could be a book, a movie, a person...It last only as long as it is in front of me. It leaves no trace when its removed. Iam not influenced, just merely reflecting. So most people tend to like me because I seem their type. Iam very good in becoming what ever it is you want me to be.



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Yes its copy paste from tys. If i had a way with words this is how i would have described myself.. But then this is not my full portrait. The rest i know exists... but i have not figured out it yet.

Today i wanted to write about usefulness. I had prepared it my mind. Thought it as genuine piece.. a sudden dawn of enlightenment... but as always i start the day reading blogs... and in the end i am left with nothing to write... i drink up all the blogs and spend the rest of the day digesting it... mirroring it in tys words... a day 'inaction'.

i have read, heard about the gift of life, the wonderful life , understanding the importance of life... living to the fullest, to grasp each passing minute...so much in such manner. Truthfully till now i cannot understand what its all about. This preciousness of life. I am too lazy to expand on it. Suddenly i realize if u are useful your life becomes precious ( to you or others i still am not sure). When u realize your house run on its own and u dont have much part in it..or it can be done by another... you wonder why to carry it... see i cannot make this spicy...readable..

let it be...

( to realize you are useless and so are your thoughts....... so i am not realizing it now.. I am searching a name a glorified title for my uselessness and thoughts... any ideas???)