Can people change?
Not for an exterior but for real?
Can people change?
If they do; what does it feel like sham, drudgery, or surreal?
Can people change for the sake of love?
Or rather be unloved?
Can people change with the passage of time?
Or rather be naive?
Can people change who they are?
Or are they just wasting beats?
Can people change without mimicking someone in turn?
And if they change once, can they ever return?
Can people change for real, with no deceit, no pretense?
For if they can change in such a way, do they give up their incense?
Can people change?
Truly it makes no sense…
Whodunit? It wasn’t me, perhaps it was you. There’s only one way to find out. Let’s dwell into the most shadowy and exciting of literary creations: the stylish sleuths and the investigators along with their somber sidekicks and comic companions. Who doesn’t enjoy a good mystery? The suspense grows with every page and so do the stakes. You can be an admirer of the solitary Sherlock or the poised Poirot. You can love magnificent Miss Marple or have a teen idol in the fantastic Famous Five. There are very high chances that your favorite sleuth friend has a British creator…
Patience is advantage, Patience is key.
When restlessness makes the mind cluttered
When haste makes waste, for everyone to see
When all is lost, with no reprieve in sight
When you stumble and fall down from height
Patience is advantage, Patience is power.
Sometimes it’s better to pick your battles
Sometimes the prey will walk right in
Sometimes waiting is all it takes to win
Sometimes things fall simply in place
If only you show patience in adversity’s face.
Vilfredo Pareto, is an important man to the students of economics and business. Sometime in the late 1800s he was fussing about in his garden when he made a small but interesting discovery. Pareto noticed that a tiny number of pea pods in his garden produced the majority of the peas. This simple but interesting phenomenon made him ask a question which led to the popular: Pareto Principle. The question was — Is this unequal distribution present elsewhere in life too?
The answer startles the uninitiated till date, the answer is a pattern which reflects that we live in a…
Not every story will end with a tone,
For sometimes it will fade unknown…
Sometimes there will be shine, a burst, and then void
And at others
fear, shame, and despair all alloyed.
Not every story will be complete
Not every story will find an end
But on this, the story does not depend.
The story which had a sizzling start
lives on unfazed, with utter disregard.
The story with unforgiving intricate heart
Doesn’t need the melodic voice of a bard.
Because the story does not serve any ends
standing its own ground, it claws and fends
An underdog may…
Every time you are down and out,
And obstructed by doubt…
You gape “Why hurdle after hurdle?”
You wonder if life is a full circle.
The path does hold many obstacles
But are they surely shackles?
Why curse the pebble of the path?
It is not an obstruction but simply the path.
The path is obstacles, obstacles are the path.
Push-ups are an all-time favorite exercise around the globe. One of the most effective bodyweight exercises of all time. The reasons are simple: no equipment, a modest amount of space, and great gains. Several people understand push-ups only for their chest gains, but they’re also great for your triceps, deltoids, and core strength. But how many push-ups are enough push-ups?
While it surely is a good flex to go to some 40–50 push-ups in one repetition. It is not the best exercise for exhaustion and hypertrophy. Exercise today is about maximum gains, in lesser time yet safely. …
Today, more than ever, we have a plethora of things competing for our attention each wakeful second. Our attention spans have been marred by the onslaught of the pleasures of the senses. Our indulgences have grown and our resolves have weakened. The problem with life is: if you do not act upon life, life will act upon you. The hours will slip into days, days will slip into months, and eventually years. You will be left with an unfulfilled life full of excuses. A life full of excuses is a life full of regrets. …
We can be uninterested, absent, and aloof to a fall.
We can be dull pigeons oblivious to all,
Who seeks the truth I ask?
Who is ready to unmask?
People on the news?
Facts? fiction? or simply views?
For them, is evidence a real concern?
No…No, the news has to be entertaining and fun.
Why worry about honesty?
Why care at all?
Who attempts authenticity?
Does lying lead to a fall?
To speak the truth is dangerous
And to hear it; is just a boring call.
Oh! To you your truth is sacred.
You follow it no matter — how much hatred…
Or do you just follow the agreeable?
Sorry, that is not the truth but just a parable.
Truth is anything that aids your account.
Its relevance to nobody is paramount.
The last of the spring’s night grew darker,
their objectives bred, grew, and became starker.
The sepoys rallied against their chiefs,
they had to wage a battle for their own beliefs.
Their god and religion were dear to them, above all
For Him, they would sacrifice entirely and take this fall
For too long they had served the devil,
to not fight back would be an unfathomable peril.
Oppression, the humiliation they had endured it all,
“Down with the British” was the call.
The yokes of slavery would be overthrown,
the tyrants, their rightful place be shown.
Never is there…