Today

Things that have gone wrong all along today. Had to do one small task of copying and pasting a set of data from one file to a template.

mistakes i made.
1. Selected an older template. The issues that had been sorted out were still there.
2. didn't populate the hidden tabs.
Infact I did populate the hidden tabs, only it was a little late.

what it led to...
1. D had to re-work on the issue of the template.
2. D had to re-work on the issue of the template.
3. D had to re-work on the issue of the template.
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xx. Couldnot correct the mistake pointed out by D in the hidden tabs, so when i did populate the tabs, the mistakes surfaced again.


God!!! what a day i had. and there's still half of it more to go.


just in: moved away from the blogger, without posting the blog. thankgod, blogger autosaves.

voila!!!

On a lazy saturday morning when you're lying in bed, drifting in and out of sleep, there is a space where fantasy and reality become one. Are you awake, or are you dreaming? You see people and things; some are familiar; some are strange. You talk, you feel, but you move without walking; you fly without wings. Your mind and you body exist, but on separate planes. Time stands still. For me, this is the feeling I have when ideas come.

Lynn Johnston.

Failed

"What dream would you dream, if you knew you couldnot fail?" Has anyone ever wondered, what value does failure have? Why is it there?

Why do we fall? Well, a very apt answer was given to Bruce by his father," So that we might learn to pick ourselves up". But is it the only reason it is there. I mean if it was totally absent, we would never have to pick ourselves up. Then why exactly do we fail? Why is failure there? To find the answer to this question, lets first try to find the answer to the question that started this blog. When Dr. Robert Schuller, asked this question, i am sure people would have suddenly gone silent. I mean, if we knew, everything is possible and that we would definitely not fail, would we really do anything?

Although for me it would be a huge task to do anything, and even if we do, what would we do? I mean will there be any meaning left, any purpose left? Life is not a bed of roses, and i believe thats the reason its fun. Who likes roses anyways?

Now, lets try to twist the question a lil bit. What if, we knew the next dream we see, would become a reality. After that everything would come back to normal. But we will for sure know, that we won't fail in whatever we take up next. What would you start? If you have an answer to this question or the earlier one, do leave a comment.

as of me: "You don't fail until... you stop trying".
does it matter?

Beyond?

Have you ever wondered, why we start crying when we are extremely happy and can't control our laughter; and when we go sad beyond help, we go "mad" and start laughing? I always, wondered what happens at the ends, the extremities, the pinnacles? Recently I listened to a song by Enigma, "I love you, I'll kill you." The part which caught my fancy the most were the following lines,

Look into the mirror of your soul
Love and hate are one in all
Sacrifice turns to revenge and believe me
You'll see the face who'll say:
I love you... I'll kill you...

Is it true? Can love when in its extremity, lose its identity and cause hate to grow. So, what really happens at the ends? Why is this confusion created? Why don't we act as is normally expected from a person? Is it a way to keep us away from something? Are we bound in some ways that even we don't understand? Can we let our passion grow only to a certain extent? People always said "passion knows no limits", and i wished it didn't. Chains in whatever form is suffocating. So, even if "He/She" says, not to go beyond, I would like to go there and see for myself, what lies there?

I think this is the "Maya" the philosophers have talked to us about for years. Beyond that, there is either everything, or nothing. Whatever that is, I want to experience it. To see beyond the boundaries, where love and hate, happiness and sadness, laughter and tears, everything meets and becomes one. To look beyond all of this. To reach where there is no confusion, where neither of these exist. To get freed from the chains.