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Me a self-centered person!!

Reading "Jitterbug Perfume" has been a nice experience. It's madness and there is a method to that madness. I like the madness and the method as well. Somewhere it says "A person who is depressed is the most self-concious person. He believes in taking care of himself physically and mentally. He is alert to his own needs. Happy looking people are not aware of their own needs."
I liked it when I read that. I put the book down and dreamt. It has been a wonderful time, a pitiful time, a time to remember, a time to forget. It has been a wonderful two years of my life and that is what matters. And I have seen people grow and stand up for themselves. I salute them.
I take this occasion to salute a mate of mine. IITK-IIMA. A nice chap to core. Loves a gal. Nice gal. I would never have thought that they would not end up together and they are not going to be together. I am so sorry.
Ego problems among parents. God. Parents said No!! He, like a nice son, bent to their wishes. He is in pain. Help him God. Let reason rule.
And I thought people from nice places had no reason to be unhappy. Thank you, for I have the nicest parents.

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