Hey... Hello again. What am I doing? Sitting in the computer lab because I finished with my disaster of a viva early and I am just so bored So... wassup with me now a days? Nobody bothers to know what's going on with you. We are too sickly selfish for that =P But my blog… Continue reading Everyday.. every moment
The world is just..too big sometimes. When I stand in the dissection hall filled with fervent and anxious people about to have a nice dose of the examiners in sub-stage... I feel... drained.. as if the energy leaks out from unknown pores.. or holes I don't know.. All I want is to just stay far… Continue reading Here’s to me. Here’s to you
I was just typing and trashing a long post on how people I care about and a new perspective that has changed my life and how I view things when I, by an accident, stumbled into a wonderful article that was just light. I mean yeah my eyes were dripping like anything before that. Mom… Continue reading Oh Gosh, now I know what’s wrong with me!
Ok. I and a bunch of friends got kicked out because we were late for a lecture (but no we actually went on a detour from canteen through the grounds in to the basement =D) not kicked out.. we didn't go in after we saw the self study class filled with my crazy theetha batch… Continue reading It’s better to burn out than fade away
Have to type down the thoughts before the winds blow the composition away. Before the head drops down and the heart beat falters. Before the words fail me and the fate disappoints me. Gotta write it down, gotta pen it away. When I am satisfied and content, my heart soars into the skies and brushes… Continue reading Born alone die alone.. classic human tragedy
It was another long day. Tiring and heavy. Got up early, roamed around the city for stuff. Came back home with my arms screaming and feet cursing. But.. I don't mind. It was not so bad. Kind of fun when you take it as a journal in your brain and write as the smoke from… Continue reading Here I am Once again..
It's us. It's me. We all have a whole world situated in us or maybe our world is us ourselves. It's too ironic, it's too strange, too captivating. The variety of emotions we possess. The amount of them we let free. The persona we develop. And the.. the destiny What am I? What do I… Continue reading I glued the broken mirror