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Ever wondered if your own life was nothing but the script for a really bad movie…and wanted to throttle the writer’s neck…till you realised you were holding the pen…and writing in a language you didn’t recognize?

8 thoughts on “Rhetoric and self-referential”
  1. No, a movie scrip where you struggle to remember the scenes of happiness, but they move so rapidly you are left thinking its a drag and a bad movie.

  2. Can be a very scary realisation. But then with that realisation there is a sense of control and an opportunity to rewrite without anger and helplessness.

  3. @ Stranger: That’s equivalent to giving up on yourself.

    @ Shreyasi: Easier said than done. Even knowing what mistakes we make, doesn’t seem to stop us for repeating them. We are such suckers for habit, especially bad ones.

    @ Pravin: What’s ‘macerate’?

    @ ABC: I try. That’s the only thing to do, isn’t it?

    @ Hyde: That’s a difference in belief (from mine) that can neither be proved nor disproved.

  4. well, I believe (as you had written in an earlier post) we are brought over and over again to the crossroads of the same mistake till we learn. This process, however, is always akin to bloodbath.

  5. Ah! The agony of knowing that all you hate in your life is one’s own doing. But, I would rather not regret too much. All that I did or didn’t do makes me what I am today. And, to be honest, I’d rather be who I am today. πŸ™‚

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