Think, and that's it. It's gone.

I am impulsive. I ain't saying that because scores of people have told me that. It's like I keep talking about ugly people who think they're not ugly but in fact good looking.

Everyone knows what they truly are, unless they're blind.

Likewise, I know exactly what and who I am. What I behave like. That I am sometimes rude even though it's not my intention to be. That most people bore me to death. That I am not very adjusting. That I contradict myself more often than not.

That, yes, I am extremely imulsive. I don't think before I act. It comes naturally to me. Once the words are out of my mouth only then do I hear them and realise how I truly feel, unless of course I'm drunk senseless. Then most of whatever I say, might be true, is certainly not what I mean.

For example, I barely knew this guy, who's party I went to a few months ago. And I barely know his girlfriend. I mean I might have met her just once before for a very brief time. I was drunk. Super drunk. And I told him (apparently), "Dude, look at you. And look at her. She's a chute."

I mean I coulnd't have possibly meant it. I didn't even know her.

There is some stuff I've said impulsively, which I've regretted. But that was in the past. Those were people who I lost because I said what I truly felt. I sometimes wished I didn't. They were some really good looking girls.

I don't really care about the guy friends I lose. I eventually end up telling myself they deserved it. But I swear some of the guy friends I've made are just so intolerable now. They're exactly who I do not wanna hang around with.

I have no control over my tongue, my mind, my heart... nothing. What comes out when, where... no one, including me, has a clue.

This is my eighth job. I'm 25 years old. Except for Times of India, where I was sacked, I've quit all the other six jobs. Just... one fine day. Got pissed off, wrote my resignation, and walked out. Finished.

And somehow, everytime, sometimes a month later, sometimes the very next day, I always got another job. All the times on a higher pay than the previos job. You can't remain jobless for the rest of your life, and I always knew, worst comes to worse I know I ain't gonna be sleeping hungry. I'll somehow manage food.

Do you think I would have left those jobs had I thought it over, like my Dad used to say all the time? I mean everyday when I'd be back from work, Dad, sitting near the bar in the drawing room would ask me, "You haven't quit, have you?"

You can't quit your job when you think it over. It's not how it's done. Trust me, I've done PhD in quitting jobs. I assure you, it's scary to quit your job, without another job in hand, no matter how confident you are of getting another one. But trust me, if you think it over, you're gonna be shitting bricks. Once you've quit, the fear vanishes very very soon. Then you know, you've quit. Now whatever must happen, will happen.

But you start thinking it over, and you're gonna get to all the "what ifs" in the world and screw yourself up. Eventually, you'll find yourself trying to enjoy that same very job, which you probably hate from the bottom of your heart.

I keep saying this one thing - Sometimes you gotta take the leap and build your wings on the way down. Take your chances.

I am not saying be impulsive like me. You'll end up all alone most of the time.

All I am saying is...

If there's something you want to do this moment, like for example, go and talk to a girl standing near the bar, or quit your job, or whatever... do it... without thinking it over. Because that's the particular moment the fire's the strongest in your belly. You think, and the moment will go. The fire will die down.

Think, and chances are you ain't gonna do it. And if you do, you're gonna mess it up.

Jump, if you want to jump. But jump now, don't think if you'll survive or not. If you do, you ain't gonna jump.