Lies!

There was a time when I used to despise lies and liars. I was in a notion that if you say truth, you have nothing to lose. I believed that there is no excuse for a lie. You must, at any cost, all the time, tell truth. That was, when I was in college. And I had a friend, a very close friend, who disagreed. He always thought that truth doesn't always help. Truth destroys. I hated it when he lied for fun, with no apparent reason, when it was totally unnecessary. I argued a lot on the issue. And then time passed.

I could imagine him smiling, now, when I would say that I agree with him. That truth isn't always the best policy. In the last 5 years, my life changed completely. I had many experiences. Happy and sad. Learning and terrible. And one thing that I realized is that sometimes, a LIE can save your life. A simple lie, can make your life easy without hurting anyone, of course. A lie can give you a precious moment of happiness. And sometimes, it becomes necessary to lie. I must confess I have lied in need, a lot. And I must confess to him that I lied to him too. (Which I seem to regret till date). But now, I think it would be wise to continue with that lie as truth could be hurtful.

Truth is bitter, as they say. So why not avoid the bitterness if it is not hurting anyone.

Am I being a jerk??

I love: Life

I am thinking about: relationships; how complex they are.

I want: to get wet in the drizzle.

I wish: I could say what I want to whom I want.

I wonder: If I could ever be my old self?

I regret: hiding my feelings at many occasions.

I can't: hate anyone.

I am: exhausted.

I dance: on my own tune. Literally!

I sing: for my love. :)

I need: a vacation with mom, dad and Ruchi. Like old times.

I cry: less often now.

I make: pretty nice chole. :p

I write: mostly when I am upset.

I confuse: dates.

I miss: Indore.

I try: to think a lil less.

I know: I am basically a nice person. :)

I will: go to bed now.

It's Not About the Bike

"I want to die at a hundred years old with an American flag on my back and the star of Texas on my helmet, after screaming down an Alpine descent on a bicycle at 75 miles per hour. I want to cross one last finish line as my stud wife and my ten children applaud, and then I want to lie down in a field of those famous French sunflowers and gracefully expire, the perfect contradiction to my once-anticipated poignant early demise.

A slow death is not for me. I don't do anything slow, not even breathe. I do everything at a fast cadence: eat fast, sleep fast".

Finally I finished reading "It's not about the bike", an autobiography by Lance Armstrong with Sally Jenkins. And I must admit, this is one of the best, most inspiring books I have read. It is so beautifully written that I felt like I was talking to Lance. I could feel his pain when he underwent chemo, and his struggle to have a normal "after" life. I could feel his passion during the Tour and the joy after winning it. His fight with cancer and his passion for cycling is heart melting. His journey from an ordinary school boy to a 7 time champion of Tour De France is highly motivational and inspiring.

Being a survivor of testicular cancer and still winning the most difficult race for 7 consecutive years is legendary. He a true warrior. His story compels to think that why do we give up so easily?