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Sunday, October 16, 2005

A N e w I d e n t i t y

I just closed my 1st blogpage 2 days back. Why? I had started to blog sometime back to express my thoughts. But, in life at times you do things which you cannot express or say why?. This is one of them. Trying to predict too many things around in life, trying to balance myself, my life with love I got lost and so confused that I had to shut it forever. Even while am writing this, my thoughts are running all around my dome and I need a place to express myself. So, had to start a fresh page to fill in my daily encounter with my life.

Coming to Why i named this blog as K A R - M A? When the acquiescence of one's ethic's arise. It's like when one's unity and his real being is questioned. The phase of one's identification and realization in itself is so confusing. Sometimes, the deeds we do are right and sometimes wrong. Accepting what life beholds for one? is hard as in H A R D at times. But, truth is this is life.

Now I need to get out of house and go. I have this lunch date every sunday with my 4 lovely friends, which I hate to miss. I love them and I love the untimate reality called L I F E. bye

posted by Srini at 12:35 am

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