Do we ever really?

Every post of mine in the recent times seems to promise regular writing. Hasn't happened yet. And as usual, I was going through some earlier posts of mine and I yet again observed that I'm pretty much the same, even now. My thoughts, beliefs, ideas, perception, outlook, everything still remain the same, albeit a little more evolved. Change is surely a constant. But do we, as people, as individuals, ever really change? I think not. We adapt, yes. I see my blog's tagline and it amazes me a little that I came up with that years ago. Am I giving myself lesser credit? I don't know. I never cease to amaze myself, I guess. Heh.

So, do we ever really change?

The days go slow...

It becomes a bit difficult when there are way too many thoughts running on your mind to be able to type them out in a coherent manner. Looks like I just need a push to start off. I thought of writing movie reviews since I seem to be doing that a lot in my head and not voicing them out much. But then I decided against it. Though, you may see an occasional line or two, or maybe a paragraph on a flick now and then. I was just glancing at my blog and my, I started out nearly 4 years ago!I cannot believe it. Long way, that. In more ways than one. I finished college, did a bit of SEO and then freelanced for a while, oh, and I grew up (air quotes!), and now, here I am. Back to my blog.

W00t for that!

Well, the days sure go slow... Apparently into a void.

The generations

I entered middle school listening to Backstreet Boys and Boyzone. I still remember sneaking to the hall and watching Nick Carter in the video of Quit playing games with my heart over my Aunt’s shoulder. My kid sister, now, starts jumping about to Coldplay’s Lost and Alanis Morissette’s Ironic.

What can you say? The changing generations. Also, the BSB were way cooler and a hell lot better than the Bieber kid.

And then there were...

I just feel it's about time I give up the mourning and start blogging. Well, grieving more like.

I think I'll do just that.
W00t!

The name of the blog - Rustic. I was just remembering why I chose it. I guess whatever I put in here, is rustic in a way. My writing is in no way flowery or laced with elegance. It's just basically me.

The few who've read this blog since long know this, I expect.
Anyway, here's to something better, hereon.

Nostalgia

This post has been long due. I've been so caught up with all the things that are happening in my life that I seem to have forgotten to do the things that I love. Let me tell you one more thing about myself. I adapt pretty easily. You might say that I am a pushover, I'll just take it as one of my many weaknesses. I tend to agree to what the whole crowd says. I rarely speak out. The reasons are many. Sometimes, I shut up seeing that there is no use whatsoever in arguing, either because the other party is too dumb to comprehend the facts that would be glaring at their faces, or just because I wouldn't have cared enough. Other times I just quietly laugh off the stupid assumptions made by others. I find them to be baseless. I mean, what's the point in arguing with someone who has the brains of a 4 year old and the guts of the one soldier who backed out during the war? Anyway, what I'm trying to tell you is that I chose to put up my thoughts, on varied topics, online, through this blog. And off late, I seem to have neglected doing so.


Well, here I am again. I did start off a blog on WordPress. But I came back here. I find it really hard to let go things. I do not forget anything. My mind just chooses to remember every little detail even though there would be no effort to do so on my part. I've not decided if that is a good thing or not. Yet. Insignificant details are literally just embedded in my brain cells for what, I have no idea. They say that you never really forget anything. You just choose to ignore it. You tend to push it to the deepest part of your memory cabinet and you never go there, unless circumstances call for it.


I was recently talking about unwillingly taking the road of nostalgia to a certain friend of mine. I thought it was a weakness. But then, I was made to realise that without memories, life would be meaningless. I mean, so much for the meaning'ful' life of ours (this is the part where I start mulling over what the hell IS life all about?). But still. Anyway, here's to memories. Good or bad, who cares.


And RIP to HPDH. (Courtesy to a certain mod)

Innocence

Every minute that passes by brings in some change in you. Humans inherently have an adaptive nature. You tend to become accustomed to the change you never wanted. These changes later manifest themselves as an amendment of your character or conduct. You look back at yourself and find that you are amazed at far you’ve come, or how far you’ve gone. That of course, is subjective. Let the change in you be such that you will have no uncertainties. Evolve in a manner that will give you a fresh and a better perspective. Be virtuous. Preserve the innocence in you.

The world can thus be a better place.

Amen to that.

My color...

Though it is random, the below mention traits are true.
:)

Your Name is White

Your name tells people that you have good intentions and a pure heart. You try to always speak the truth. You are happy to step back and let other people shine. You don't seek attention or acclaim. People see you as someone who is generous and ethical. You can be counted on to do the right thing. You are bright and clear headed. You can offer a fresh perspective, especially when other people are in a rut.

What Color Is Your Name?