Parenting is about controlling. hell, i think love is, at the end of the day, about controlling. and i have never understood control. is that a good or a bad thing ? dont know.

when you are cornered, everyone takes a pot-shot at you. isse kehte hain: behti ganga mein haath dona. is this really how the world works or is this only localized to the people around me ? i pray for the latter.

some people make everything about themselves, at the expense of your misery. so much so that you  would rather forget about your own misery and  put them out of their (so-called) misery.

...and then i have a heavenly bar of dark chocolate. well, all isnt well with the world, but what the heck, there is more to life than the above lines.

cheers !