Sometimes, I think writing is a gift....it really is. It relieves me of my stress, my anxiety, my fear. I write these posts not for people but for myself. If they read then I’ll be happy, If not there is no reason to be sad. When i write these posts, I forget about the viva, the trimester that hangs like a sword or even those boring to-be-attended lectures. All I am, is a spectator watching the entire show from a distant eye. It's beautiful! how you can be so attached, yet so detached from the world. It's 11.37 and I feel no fear....for that exam, for that viva or for that trimester. At this moment, it's just me and this world. With all it's complexities and chaos, I still think…. it's beautiful! People are running like crazy. All want to be at the top. Top of their class, top of their profession and as a matter of fact, top of the class CGPA. In this rat race, what people miss to see are those subtle beauties of life.....that one cute smile, that one soft whisper, that one golden moment of silence that seems to stretch infinitesimally. All you need to do to watch this magnum opus is to say "STOP!" Let the time freeze. Let there be no bondage's....no accounts, no stats, no OB, no pesky little room partners, no nagging teachers, no girlfriends and neither any boyfriends. Precisely at this moment, you would be in tune with the world. The art is not in getting away from the world but rather getting in tune with the world, a tune long forgotten.....
(And yet again, some sheep have flocked my room breaking my flow…..TO HELL WITH THIS…..Sometimes I think people are Violent even in subtlest of terms. Consciously or subconsciously WE ARE DESTRUCTIVE….and when we have nothing to destroy, we destroy time! Reading the Question papers and saying that I don’t know ANYTHING isn’t going to help. Stop preaching, start practising. I hate these sheep's.)
