Its 3am and i'm notepadding away in my cell-phone. For sleep just doesn't seem to come to me these nights. Daytime is another name for drugged existance. Books (read: textbooks), a pretty sight, neatly stacked in my rack. Neat, for their only worldly contact is the rag used to dust them. Me? Touch,pick and read them?No no!All semester, it has been a whacko ride rushing with assignments, seminars and submissions. A perfect schedule with perfect deadline meets and a prim know-all demeanour. Such a pride of a long awaited Renaissance! Come viva-voce, and its all smiles. Another ride with a heady start! With the same confidence that streamed all semester.
And then the post intermission blues enter the movie. Dwindling efforts in last few vivas, with a steady hattrick of them respected Profs shooing me off with a 'you-know-nothing' remark! Sigh!
Left all that to the grace of my beaming Attendance Record (Renaissance,see?) and braced the almost-much awaited PL! (Prep Leave for the uninformed.Study leave for noobs.) Awaited,yes. For the countless hours of slumber it always promises.
A week and a chapter later, i meet few classmates and proudly relate to them the 'big-chapter' i did. Swift comes the reply - "That is it??" Here shatters all that jazz.
Another week down and i groped few notes here and there. The magic 'Dwindle!' spell shoots. I decelerate and halt.
Its another week gone by and i'm still at halt. Exams a week away. My WMP plays more tracks than before. My VLC plays more SouthPark. The TV plays more cartoons et shows. All senses fixed. Books? Er, sorry?
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Now playing: Opeth - Heir Apparent
2 comments:
woah! really cool.. you're getting better @ this!! looking forward to reading your next blog :)
thats awesome sam
really cool
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