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Sometimes, you are stuck in a situation where you've got trillions of words to say but not a single to jot down. I, presently, feel my selves to be stuck in a similar unavoidable and regenerative passage of time where I've got a bunch of raw Data to speak about and also a device to display its Output (The Abandoned Rainbow) but no Central Processing Unit to Process the data to meaningful Information.

This simply means:-

"The Computer  of my life is Hacked and in other simpler words Zindgi Jhand Hai!"

Now to draw you attention, I wrote the word HACKED in above line instead of Crashed cause the interference of some bugs has considerately increased in past few days of my life! And the other emphasizing fact behind the word is that you get hacked only when you do a bit of Karastani.


Re visiting the stranger tides of time, I recall that my mom's quote every now and then when I ran into her lap hiding and saving my selves from a heap of monstrous problems, in order that she, being my mom, would always support me even when I am wrong.

"Beta! Mere laal! Tu aise muh mat chipa. Tu bhi koi dhudh ka dhula nhi hai!"

 So,holding hands with some of the Karastani's and bugs, lets roll onto the Blog 3 of my life.


Before an start, my mind just clicked a few lines of Enrique's best:-

"Maybe you were right 

But baby I was lonely

I don't want to fight 

I'm tired of being sorry."

Sorry, I didn't do this!
Sorry, that was not my fault!
Sorry, I won't repeat it!
Sorry, it wasn't me!
Sorry, I didn't mean it!

My life has turned into a sorry-cum-begging job now-a-days. I keep on committing mistakes, and plea for a sorry and then again, few more mistakes. It often happens that often while having a chai with one of my beloved friend, he exclaims that "Raghu! You are a magnet to mistakes." And to which whenever I ponder back in free time and feel that he's absolutely right. Some xyz  problem related with some abc person has to have a set of problem associated with me and to which I respond in a way making another set of distinguished errors and then I come up with no solution except one word and that is SORRY! 

I guess as many sets of sorry I would have spoken, listening to that even Mahatma Gandhi would have said that, "One should forgive everyone, except Mr. Raghvendra Singh Rao!"

Along with being "So Sorry", I've another featured quality in me which has recently developed and that is temper. I am too short- tempered. This quality rocketed along with my age and I foresee it that in near future if i didn't had a stick on it, it will reach uncontrollable heights. Presently, in my college, I've had up a stranded relation with almost everyone once in a while cause of my ill-tempered nature. I presume that its kind of out of frustration or due to unsatisfied nature of me. Its a human nature thing to me. 

I've trying to work on reducing the sorry and anger part separately but as soon as I am stuck in a problem where i get angry and with that even I have to be sorry, I blurt out loads of uncensored data which drives the close one away. I've seen many of my friends who preferred to stay cause of of this simple silly reasons.

So dear friends and even the two most beautiful sisters who would surely read this blog page, I, Raghvendra, say that I am trying pretty hard to work things out. But still to those many people who have had troubles cause of me, I celebrate with them my own discovered week of forgiveness. I am particularly sorry to everyone with whom I might have quarreled in this so small span of my life.:-))

And since, I still have to live much of it I'll try to have peaceful relations amongst us!

Hopefully you people out there forgive me.

Bbye! Cya!

Love you!