NOTHING GOOD OR BAD THINKING MAKE IT SO.
SO THESE ARE MY GOODS AND BADS IN LIFE.
I SEARCH INTERNET AND LIFE WITH THESE GOODS AND BADS.
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The Good and the Bad at the moment!
GOOD:Okay first day of the week done away. Deposited 500 bucks at Bank. Two alu vadas one with Pujari and the other with Narayana and Annaduurai. Zonal tender opening. The team, Pawar, Samuel, Subha Rao and Myself. Could see new faces of ADENS.
BAD:Why call Monday a dull day when so many good things have happened? Sneha's Rank jumped to 4851, Oh shit! What course she will get? The Imprest account? Test check? Despatches left over by Magana? Electrical LSWP? Shit some problem with Open diary. It did not open!
S8E1 #tbbt Sheldon visits New York, Arizona....some American cities using Train 🚆 The fun part is he never goes inside the cities. He remains in the train and at Railway Stations 🚉 He is robbed including his pants. He can’t fix himself to change in life. He calls Leonard. — Girmit (^‿^) (@cgBalu) March 24, 2019
after all these mad scribblings are about good bad and searches! Reading too many quotations sometimes is like over eating. The mind becomes unclear and wanders restless...(sometimes becoming very blank) It is the stage when I feel: 'reading quotations is useless' Some time ago I made an attempt to have just four quotations ready - just like some instant energy giver - to motivate me any time. Searching quotations, with the aim to short list for instant energy giving - the mind was blocked - making myself to quote: "reading quotations is of no benefit" At this stage I thought, let me have one quotation - just one - to motivate me any time....... I got this one: Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway. (This one is from twitter and can attribute the credit to http://twitter.com/StephenRPohlit/status/18170516543 and http://twitter.com/wipoolplayer/status/16918252401 ) At this stage, I get an idea why not make some subsidiary ...
66. A number that once sounded distant. Now it sits quietly beside me, sipping morning air. This is not a fitness routine. This is not a medical prescription. This is a conversation with the body, before the world starts talking. Minute 0–2: Waking Up Without Arguments I don’t jump out of bed. I negotiate. A slow turn. Feet touch the floor. The hips complain softly — not rebellion, just a reminder: “Ease into the day.” I smile. We’ve known each other long enough. Minute 3–6: Gentle Movements — No Heroics A few knee bends near the wall. Hip circles — small, like drawing commas in the air. Marching in place, as if I’m late for nothing. This is not exercise. This is oiling old hinges. The body responds politely. Minute 7–11: Walking — The Best Medicine Slow. Then moderate. If the weather is kind and yesterday’s dinner was lighter, I allow myself a gentle upward slope. No speed targets. No apps judging me. Just footsteps, breath, and that quiet joy of still being able to move forward. Minu...
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Say something about good bad and search. I shall write taking an idea from there.