To err is human...

To err is human, to get addicted to Twitter more so.

To err is human, to get editorial comments more so.

To err is human, to prioritize everything else but the deadline more so.

To err is human, to realize it later more so.

To err is human, to not learn even after the realization more so.

To err is human, to write it in a post more so.

Being Human

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The spotted deers were seen in the Tadoba forest. Being Human is something we all know. That was the first thing that came to my mind when I saw the horns clash.

Do you call yourself a Poet?

I sometimes did. But now that I have read this awesome set of verses (yeah poetry) called MY COLORLESS SOLITUDE, I am skeptical and very very disturbed.

Poignant

The boy in me relates to this post by Rosemarie Urquico. If you are a bibliophile, go hit the link.

If you are too lazy, read this excerpt from the same post:

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.