What is Success?

Success is something which I find hard to relate to. I asked this question to many friends. But only some answered.. Others just ignored it. Made jokes. Said its more action than words. Some got angry if you cross questioned their thinking.. The word Success makes people react or relate differently. A friend said, " Success is when I make people smile and they say I am happy. Thank you." To alot of people Success is happiness in different names. For some success is "Achievements". For others it is "Satisfaction". For some others it is "Respect". For some it is "Comfort". Someone did say that Success is being Independent. Never to depend on anyone for anything. For someone it is the whole package. In his words " Success is Hardwork that yields monetary upgradation and moral upliftment. Or else rich people would be the happiest. Money is nice. Moral upliftment and creative satisfaction is equally important." A friend said "I view success as a final product obtained by an effective reaction between hard work , dedication , innovation,  catalysed by honesty towards your desired goal.
Over and under usage of any of the reactants may lead to failure in the chemical reaction." As a friend said "Success is a never ending hunger." Gautam Buddha said "Man can never be satisfied with what he has. He always craves for more." Some do have spiritual approach to Success. Someone said "Success is waking up everyday and being able to thank God for his infinite mercies." A close friend said "Success is the moment you are on your dead bed and you will say 'life well spent ! ".Thats d biggest success.'

Death defying Life

I have always wanted to do something fun that so close to the experience of dying.. Like bungey jumping, sky diving.. Ride a super-bike or car in extreme speed.. So tired being a pillion rider all my life and not taking risk in my own hands.. Adventure sports has always turned me on.. But till date I have only gone hiking and trekking.. Not much fun in that.. I guess climbing doesn't give u that happiness.. But falling from a height or riding or driving in speed does give a feeling of adrenaline rushing through your blood going straight to your brain. Leaving you super excited... I guess its time I jump of a bridge.. what say you??.. Adios amigos..

Love

Love is such a crazy concept.
It does not exist.
Its just lust.
Adapting to each others ways.
Liking it..
Hating it..
Love has become so priceless
That everyone wants it.
But does it exist? No!!
If u invest in love in the share market, U would b rich.
Its never about the money.
Its pure need to have something u cant have.
Its Greed,Gluttony
Its the 7 deadliest sins a mortal can commit.
Its not like you like Pain
But you feel you can enjoy it
Its the same with Love.
You think you can handle it.
But you cant.
People die having sex.
Sex is suppose to be making love.
ROFL
Making Love.. That's really funny.
Do I want it, even after knowing how shitty it is?
Yea I do, I seriously do.
Am I insane?
Ofcourse Yes.
Love what a feeling..
;)

Insomnia

You wanna sleep but ur mind is wide awake.
You have so many thoughts running through your head.
Your restless you wanna do something.
You toss and turn in bed.
You wanna call up friendz turned enemies @ present,
Lovers turned ex lovers..
You dont wanna b left alone with your thoughts.
You wanna share it with people u miss and love and hate.
You wanna drink, dance, party till you drop dead on the dance floor.
You wanna sleep but your mind is still awake.

Changing Times

Lot has changed since my last post.

My friends who were by my side constantly as my strength have moved on.

They don't know me.I don't know them.

New friends have taken their place.

I am not the same age either.

I have transformed from a teenager to a woman.

I have seen ,experienced pain, remorse of such length

I have tried to forgive n forget

Let bygones be bygones

But Life has taught me a hard lesson.

U only have yourself to trust, to love.

but if u love yourself too much u might overlook all your mistakes

So all u can do is promise not to ever let history repeat itself.