Signing off

signing off....


It's 1 am in the morning and i'm thinking only two words in my mind ...galaa toh ekdum bhar Chuka hai ....

Saw Virat Kohli's post at Instagram today. Just look at him. Me in myself thinks that he is: average looking, nothing special, sometimes I hate him but the reality is, he is at the top undisputedly making India proud and holding the burden of a billion dreams on his shoulders.

And what is it, I'm doing now, even for myself .
Nothing.
I'm just criticising everyone and doing nothing. I'm done with the self analysis,found out something which I must need to do.
You all, almost 500 in numbers know me who I am. It's okay but whole world is leaving quite far away from you all. I hame decided that iI hav to ignore u ..I have to meet the world...
everything may be wrong with this: grammar, arrogance,over confidential clutch.
Again​ ... signing off
If me in me depends on few of you, how will you in you, remind me of you all,
I know, this waswas  like ek tha raja ek thi raani. I'm sorry
meet u on the
top  of Everest
Yours
Sleepy BT truly Bhardwaj

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