As usual I am back.. no provocation to write anything.. if u ask me why i write this shitty blog, I hav no aswer to give. but menne its my way of getting my frustrations out or mebbe its just because its me and i am seldom rational. In order to write something you essentially need a question.. whatever comes out is basically an answer to the question. when the question is missing the answer tends to be interpreted as bullshit or even high end philosophy. no way I am gonna claim that whatever crap i put down is philosophy of any vareity but it could be my interpretations of life. As my interpretations of life and everything in this universe is as muddy and vague as er.... something very vague, I am not asking anyone to take the pains in understanding them or even care to read them.
today i was thinking bout writin a book. something in the line of chetan bhagat's only good work, five point someone. the book clicked with the student community especially with the engineers as it pretty much summerizes wats an engineering student's way of life. I could identify a lot with the charecters in the book. I have been a bad bad student once i got into my grad studies. in place of the usual 48 odd papers normal students write, i have written more than a hundred exams. having back papers came to me as easy as breathing. as a normal guy would take four years to complete his engineering, It took me full five years to get myself a professional degree. but at any rate I would say that my life's an underdog's wet dream. the fact that I made thru to an IIM)(even if I'm academically ass raped here) is definitly impressive considerin the fact that i was among the bottom 10 percentile in my grads. but hey, i am not a total loser. my 23rd birthday was eventful. I always wanted to write about this.
that was the day I was suppose to join the Well known institute for management studies in central India. but i was suppose to write the last exam (of course a back paper which i was supposed to pass two years back) so that I may call myself a graduate. the mornin was reserved for the exam. going thru that exercise with the same ease that i can finish a cigarette i was back home by noon. I promptly got out of there and went to see all my friends who were suppose to bid me adieu .. the stupid flight was a connect flight from gud ol trivandrum to mumbai to indore... I remember reachin Mumbai at night about 22:00. after that I was stranded in mumbai airport for almost 7-8 hours (the details are a bit hazy) when I finally made it to Indore by seven next mornin I was more than relieved... it was actually a nice experience, a great story to tell people especially wen ur high. But ever since that day I have never known peace of mind. sure I am relaxed and all but I could never have the same feeling I had standing on a pier smoking a cigarette and watching the rain fall on the ocean like a dream... maybe I am being all sentimental about the past but somehow i feel like I miss the ocean and the moon..
one thing I notice that I use the word Maybe a tad too much. is it because I am full of doubts? the answer is again maybe... yup, it is a vicious cycle...
though this is not the ideal place to be for me i am really happy to be here... its because of the set of morons I call friends who r here... I have met some of the best people in the whole world here..they definitly make it worth being here... (please notice I didn't use maybe here cos i'm absolutely sure about the above mentioned fact)
this post is going to end abrutly like the song toxicity... cos i dont feel like going on with it anymore... bowing out
"Lay beside me, under wicked skies
Through black of day, dark of night, we share this paralyze
The door cracks open but there's no sun shining through
Black heart scarring darker still, but there's no sun shining through"
Unforgiven-II (MetallicA)
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