What you do in the weekends..

Smiles here & Smiles there

Seriously! You have come to this post to know what to do in the weekends?

Nice! I will share what I do and I would like to do 😉

What I do in the weekends–
= Spend quality time with friends
= Roam near about B’lore because we are new to this city and one can always get to see beautiful girls around 😛
= Go to parties and pubs and talk to strangers(read gals) and be-friend them 😉
= Make motivational videos because it’s almost impossible to make them in the weekdays
= Do office work because work never ends 😦
= Watch some movies(because I am not watching TV shows anymore)

And yes, the weekend is done and dusted and bids adieu far earlier than expected 😞
Tell me, what do you do in the weekend? No matter weekend or weekday, all we gotta make sure that we…

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Seeking Solace

Barataria - The work of Erik Hare

Today is the big day. An new era full of uncertainty starts with the inauguration of Donald Trump.

God save the Republic.

I firmly believe it is critical to take the long view on this, since we are about to settle in for what is likely to be a tumultuous four years. We will have to pick our battles, declare victory where we can, and always keep our eyes on the prize. For this reason, and to keep our sanity, the wisdom of the ancients should be a primary source of comfort. Today’s readings are from the Tao Te Ching, as translated by Stan Rosenthal.

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Pat Metheny \ Part III – Zero Tolerance For Silence

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Where do we go now?

The Lemonade Chronicles

Where do we go?

Where do we go now?

Where do we go?

Sweet child o’ mine

Things are definitely off piste when I’m resorting to seeking solace in Guns N’ Roses lyrics. Generally not my cup of tea. And Slash with the top hat and dangling cigarette — he freaks me out a bit, if I’m being honest. Nevertheless, Axl poses a very good question: Just where in the hell do we go from here?

I’m feeling numb. Feeling stuck. My head is not quite right. Is this what it feels like when someone experiences a genuinely traumatic event and is forced to accept it in order to continue to function? A soldier whose friend a foot away is felled by a bullet on the battlefield. Dead. Gone. Done. That soldier must acknowledge what he or she just witnessed with his or her own senses. Stuff that experience away…

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I’ve Lost So Much Hope, But I Won’t Give Up

Soft Left Politics

I usually try to avoid writing in the first person. Something about it makes me feel uncomfortable, but writing the following post in anything else just wouldn’t work.

My posts, in the past few weeks, have been infrequent. Part of that has been because of work, but most of all I’ve been struggling.

I’ve been struggling with politics. It’s a subject that consumes all of my energy and passion. Once I couldn’t get enough of it, but now I just want to get away. In all honesty it’s made me depressed.

At the beginning, I wrote on this blog as a way to make myself feel better. I felt like this was a way to have a voice and try, even if it was only read by a single person, to make someone think, or smile, or even – on a really good day – have a couple of people…

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