Desultory
Its been a long time since I wrote anything, but that was simply because there was nothing to write about with nothing going on in life but a few washed out days. Not that they were bad, but literally nothing to take home. Well, Im finally back after the long hiatus, and finally after so many days of inactivity there finally is still no activity in my life. I had to write so I shall begin with my usual routine of barraging the readers with my ramblings.
GRE over...a decent score, frankly I was hoping for the bulb to light up by this moment. Some flash oflightning and I would now know what to do in life. Do I wanna go abroad now that Ive completed the formality of a GRE. The answer is a unanimous NO (by unanimous I mean, me, Vinay and I). Do I have any alternate idea to spend the rest of my life. Im afraid the answer is a negative again. Do I have to then consider doin an MS as an option. Im afraid the answer is positive this time. Blistering barnacles man.....22 years of existence, following a dream which never exists in 3D, I have finally decided that its time to raise my feet.....hang up me boots and smoke a cigar or two(tobacco free ones ofcourse), listen t good old floyd and let the dream do the talking rather than the other way round.
What could go worse?? I already have a job I hate, I lead a life devoid of intellectual television, I lead a life which drools over females reading stories of any consequence. My height is not gonna reduce any further. So what next.....thats it folks..."Idle in Mumbai"...what an ideal title to a life which has so far been no more than an attempt. I shall fuckin die trying and now Im quite prepared to try till Im convinced my life shall remain a failure, a huge blotch in an otherwise career full of crow crap. Ok my last statement has been contrary to the rest of my ranting. But frankly there is no coherence left sowhy expect any in speech. I can right now see a waste of life staring at my face. It would be nice to stare back throw some pepper in its eyes and run away.
PS:I'd like to thank all psychedelic gurus.....floyd, ledzep, and the beatles(of "strawberry fields" fame and not "love me do" fame) for their continued support in letting this mortal soul breathe a few breaths which he has not yet proved to be worthy of. I must say that I shall try and repay all these debts at the earliest.
GRE over...a decent score, frankly I was hoping for the bulb to light up by this moment. Some flash oflightning and I would now know what to do in life. Do I wanna go abroad now that Ive completed the formality of a GRE. The answer is a unanimous NO (by unanimous I mean, me, Vinay and I). Do I have any alternate idea to spend the rest of my life. Im afraid the answer is a negative again. Do I have to then consider doin an MS as an option. Im afraid the answer is positive this time. Blistering barnacles man.....22 years of existence, following a dream which never exists in 3D, I have finally decided that its time to raise my feet.....hang up me boots and smoke a cigar or two(tobacco free ones ofcourse), listen t good old floyd and let the dream do the talking rather than the other way round.
What could go worse?? I already have a job I hate, I lead a life devoid of intellectual television, I lead a life which drools over females reading stories of any consequence. My height is not gonna reduce any further. So what next.....thats it folks..."Idle in Mumbai"...what an ideal title to a life which has so far been no more than an attempt. I shall fuckin die trying and now Im quite prepared to try till Im convinced my life shall remain a failure, a huge blotch in an otherwise career full of crow crap. Ok my last statement has been contrary to the rest of my ranting. But frankly there is no coherence left sowhy expect any in speech. I can right now see a waste of life staring at my face. It would be nice to stare back throw some pepper in its eyes and run away.
PS:I'd like to thank all psychedelic gurus.....floyd, ledzep, and the beatles(of "strawberry fields" fame and not "love me do" fame) for their continued support in letting this mortal soul breathe a few breaths which he has not yet proved to be worthy of. I must say that I shall try and repay all these debts at the earliest.
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