"Life is tough"- that's our favorite form of expression towards our existence these days. NO? Not beautiful, not wonderful, not hopeful, But tough. Tough because we cant stop thinking about whats coming our way. Tough becos we spent the past 2-3 years in denial, in denial that we are growing up. In denial that we want to make it big but don't know how? Those vague ideas about the "REAL" world are now so in-your face that you have lost sight of the greatness you once dreamed of. You feel safe having the job that makes you wear a blue ID card thing around your neck all day, and when no one is looking , you feel the tag choking you in your ill-ventilated cubicle. Then you see the likes of your friend standing tall with big boys - a teenager who's making it in the world of cricket. You realise that he was nine years old when IPL started. He made it!! And then you ask youself- Where did i go wrong ? When did my passion die?
Words which come from inside.