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Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Authorised To Be Eccentric

Hey.. Peeps.. :) Know what, being eccentric is like the odd one out. Must be familiar with the look people give you when you are being one. But one thing is for sure, all you gotta do is to chuck it. Love this quote by E.A. Bucchianeri, “I am an artist you know ... it is my right to be odd.” –kinda fits; ain't it?

There have been jerks, I came across (and I am sure there are many more in pipeline) who had some other image of mine, repelling my real. Sometimes, we make a cognitive image and compare the actual one with it and then the difference pisses off. Goddamn, why people compare?

And then there is a bunch of people who are never tired of telling me how should I dress up and do my hair, or that looks good on me, or I look complete disaster in that.. and blah blah blah. I just want them to know: I am an individual, have identity of my own.  I dress up for myself not the way people wanna see me in; I am not mannequin after all.

People can’t bother you unless you give them your consent and once you give –it becomes an arithmetic progression; it keeps going on. So here I am, and how I am with you totally depends on how you are. Am no different; am common in unique way. Perfectly imperfect; a tough combo. You can label me anything you want, that is not gonna make any difference. Just like changing the label of a bottle doesn't change the content in it. Signing out.. may God bless y’all.. :)

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