tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22995909.post324260002626359557..comments2023-10-04T17:00:08.340+05:30Comments on insanity / ennui: Toe-jam...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14666991676879452204noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22995909.post-36427925356776281082007-03-20T20:12:00.000+05:302007-03-20T20:12:00.000+05:30Witgenstein was a peice of cake compared to this.....Witgenstein was a peice of cake compared to this.. and one that i loved eating......https://www.blogger.com/profile/14666991676879452204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22995909.post-49441825878744803342007-03-20T00:52:00.000+05:302007-03-20T00:52:00.000+05:30We're all in it because we do not have any other c...We're all in it because we do not have any other choice. And drudgery is a constant companion on the journey of life. Of course, enforced routines rub it in your face and make it all the more unbearable, but it will pass, believe me. As for the loss of hope.. well, I am sure it is a phase. We all go through it, but life has so much to offer in its myriad hues. You are but starting the trek.I am sure you will find the colours to paint into your canvas in due course. Chin up, ma cherie. If you survived Wittgenstein, surely you can survive this...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22995909.post-62886989322636214602007-03-19T08:02:00.000+05:302007-03-19T08:02:00.000+05:30Harfan.. hope has ceased to exist.. all that exist...Harfan.. hope has ceased to exist.. all that exists is a lot of pain and drudgery... i'm in it cos i have to......https://www.blogger.com/profile/14666991676879452204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22995909.post-37051278492264384992007-03-18T12:02:00.000+05:302007-03-18T12:02:00.000+05:30Quick answer milady. The future's not ours to see....Quick answer milady. The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera... Yet hope drives us all, and is the wellspring of all human endeavour, and belief.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22995909.post-10244050303750462582007-03-18T09:29:00.000+05:302007-03-18T09:29:00.000+05:30@harfan maula... one quick question... when is the...@harfan maula... <BR/>one quick question... when is the some day that i shall overcome??...https://www.blogger.com/profile/14666991676879452204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22995909.post-44128083995880671502007-03-16T01:16:00.000+05:302007-03-16T01:16:00.000+05:30Enjoy it while it lasts. Paradoxical as it may see...Enjoy it while it lasts. Paradoxical as it may seem, the excruciating agony of the drill and other squares will remain branded in your memory long after other more pleasurable experiences have faded from conscious thought. As for barrack room comrades, some remain in permanent residence in the frontal lobe while others will pass gently into the night. Part of the delight is of course the triumph of the human spirit over the mortification of the flesh. Ennui is absolutely vital for planting the seeds of memory. It provides the empty spaces in your mind where thoughts can roam and grow and flourish, allowing you to become familiar with them so that they stay forever embedded, as old and comfortable friends. Some of my most enduring memories are of punishment runs in full FSMO, a SLR slung precariously like a bloody useless appendage, ammunition boots pounding the flagstones in time honoured rhythm, the sweat burning the eyes as it runs its salty course, soaking the dungarees. Lungs bursting, gasping to catch each laboured breath. I also remember a good friend, who later died young, too young, who was a constant companion on the restriction runs. And in the shimmering heat, as clear as if it were yesterday, I can recall the purple haze, floating in my brain...<BR/>To life, and more power to your glutes and biceps. Bash on regardless, and You shall overcome Some day.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22995909.post-62388115148243110502007-03-02T19:03:00.000+05:302007-03-02T19:03:00.000+05:30not sure if it's the frame of the mind or any othe...not sure if it's the frame of the mind or any other frame as such.. the best days were on my own actually... with some friends and strangers who crossed my path as and when they felt like it......https://www.blogger.com/profile/14666991676879452204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22995909.post-85310206620476468092007-03-02T17:09:00.000+05:302007-03-02T17:09:00.000+05:30Hi,With the passage of life the conclusion is the ...Hi,<BR/>With the passage of life the conclusion is the best days were spent in good company of friends/guys/girls...<BR/>..but ultimately it's the frame of mind, isn't it?!!!White Squarehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04091445212688733015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22995909.post-69433071528400383772007-03-01T18:49:00.000+05:302007-03-01T18:49:00.000+05:30nah... still exactly the same weight.. but got a l...nah... still exactly the same weight.. but got a lot stronger... can do one chin up now... eight more to go!!!...https://www.blogger.com/profile/14666991676879452204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22995909.post-23216480218488193952007-03-01T15:37:00.000+05:302007-03-01T15:37:00.000+05:30Did you manage to gain any grams?? Some people are...Did you manage to gain any grams?? Some people are rightly on the right side of the fence...Agyanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14503056769448425400noreply@blogger.com