"This is a future predicament:


You will be lying in one corner.Fatigued like never before.You will be gagged with the pollution fumes outside the window, and the hopelessness inside.You will be thinking about the trillion little ways how life shows you the middle finger.Your nerves will be racking with the sheer frustration caused by the unfairness around.

It is then, my friends that you'll need to close your eyes and start seeing these various colorful images.Six pairs of feet fooling around in a pool of dirty Ganges water. Six watchful eyes staring at you, all smiles. They're so sure.Almost like as if they have the world entrapped within their fists. Two people, their cheeks smeared with pastry-cream.The cake itself, resplendent in glory. The glittery green tree on the cake. All of them wary of the people around them. People with too much of happiness. Too much of surety and assuredness. Almost like as if, the happiness is only and only because of the people surrounding them.Seven people, standing on the green bridge.Six people, posing and pruning in the middle of the street. The lollipops in their hands no less proud than gold trophies. Seven people, conjoined with happiness. All mere snapshots. They'll make you think. Think of the stark contrast between the happiness of something still and something full of life which refuses to exist. You will look at yourself in the mirror.You will look at the photographs.And then my friends, you will smile a little. Thinking of the times bygone and, hopefully, the times that are about to come."


This was written on the 6th of January 2008.

1.I think I am much lamer than I used to be.
2.My english-speaking skills have taken a [I suspect permanent] nose-dive.
3.Please don't talk about my writing skills. Whatever little I write pertains strictly to lametard assignments like --->

You are about to give a presentation. What should your checklist cover? What are the mental notes that you would revise at this point? How would you ‘present’ yourself?

Like fuck you. If I have to "Present" myself..why I can't I just "present" myself..why do I have to WRITE twenty fucking pages DESCRIBING how I will "present" myself!


4. I think I am wasting my time and my parents' money.
5. I am tired of thinking about the bleak future.
6. I take pretty bad decisions. Have taken pretty bad decisions in the past..but then I could blog about them and feel good. But now I can't even blog.
7. I can't blog. I can't write anything else other than my stupid assignments for which I invariably end up getting maximum C+ .
8. I can't TOLERATE any more of people around me talking about the blasts.
9. I have to submit a 40 page assignment in which I KNOW I will get a C+.
and just to make it a ten pointer rant...

10. I feel like I am a parachute/ I think I have an ulcer inside my stomach.


enough :|