Kill Will

Motivation is such a delicate thing. Apart from the thousands of self-improvement books that scream out their take and the millions of webpages that're dedicated to, and elucidate on the charming horsepower of motivation, i have to say it works occasionally too. Though it appears to me that a certain category of human beings exist,who have solely taken it upon themselves to crush this spirit of M. that makes things happen. I'm sure each and every one of you have met this sort of a person at sometime or the other, the more so if you're the calm,introspective kind and on one fine day, out of the blue , decide to grab a book and swim in backstroke , in your imaginary pool of novel-generated stimuli. You're just into the first five pages of it, liking what you read, and here comes your friend. 'Hey wow, i didnt know you could read with such concentration. My my, what a faaat book yaaa! What is it?..oh by the way did you check out that new flick at PVR?.. ' and you can kiss your chances of ever going fully through that book, goodbye. From that moment, every so often, your brain generates a nasty synaptic shock that tells you, 'dont get too imaginative,you'll fizzle out' , or ' i wonder if i look good in this pose of severity' , or 'i should be reading something that feeds the fire of my intellect and not this saga of MPD serial killers '!. See?! Its like the motivation of motivation dies a humble death at the words of that pesky species who insist on stalling any heroic efforts of ANY individual whatsoever!.
The other day, i was on a good run along the beach strip. A wonderful sunny day, the winds fondling my adrenaline, the mellow sun anticipating the glory of my inhuman achievement of running the 9th mile when a blob of glimmering sweat gum seems to slide onto my trotting path. And out pops a hand to grab mine as a greeting. Saeed looks at me in the manner of one observing a dead-whale that's landed on a beach. 'Assalaam walaykum bhai...kya mast daud raha hain tu hayn?marathon mein bhaagega,hahn?isi taraha bhagega toh humaarey mulk ke commando logon ke sar bhi jhukwhaoge teri fitness se,heyhn? '..all this while delicately pumping my biceps...probably in curiosity of whether 7Up,his 24X7 rehydrating agent, would ooze out from them. That's it..i didnt make it through the next 200 metres..
Whoever said,'if at once you fall, rise and rise again', obviously didnt have a gigantic social networking tree of orkuttians who keep meeting up at the right times and prevent you from changing any of those features of yours that you've put up in your profile. *looks at reader*..i hate you too..