Winter holidays just started...and I'm listening to Air on G by Bach. It's a beautiful piece and I love it.

No one ever reads this blog anymore. But somehow, I like it this way. I like to spill my thoughts out and yet keep them as private as possible. It's not that I particularly private or guard my privacy so fiercely as to resist any intrusion. I just don't want to bore or surprise anyone with them. Because I'm not a typical girl, crazy over clothes, food, fun etc..I mean, sure I do have moments where I let down my hair and have fun. But mostly, I don't see them as central to my life. Youth is indeed wasted on the young. I think at this point in life, its so imperative to take hold of your life, chart your path and work towards it. There is a time for everything. I guess I wouldn't have thought about it this way 2 years back. Then, the days spilled from one to the other and I wouldn't have cared less for my future. But now, it's becoming clearer. I mean, one cannot muddle through life and hope it works out. Somehow, I think I wouldn't have lived life to the fullest, if I haven't given it my all..and in this respect, time is particularly of the essence. It isn't that we aren't allowed to relax, only that hardwork of equal intensity must precede and follow it. I guess I would want to look back on my life and be satisfied with the successes and its failures. I think I've said it before and I will say it again, that regret is a bitter pill to swallow. For it is better to have tried and failed then never to have tried at all. Similarly, it is better to have dreams and not realise them than never to have dreams at all.