the seemingly good semester comes to a tragic end with the faculty of electrical sciences and mathematics chopping my wings of happyness. Along with the compre papers they handed over ten tonnes of depressing thoughts. while some of us were busy estimating the average of each paper, others were planning our demolition. and i must say they did a thorough job as they wrecked my dream of dragging my gpa above 8. all said and done, we get wt we deserve, no more no less but sometimes it pains more to know that u were so close to achieving something.
lost. another battle lost. funnily thats what i have been doing for quite some time now, moving from one failure to another.
amid another special chai session i remembered pheobe saying in season 3 - life is going to throw all kinds of crap at you. hopefully u ll learn from it and grow up. so i tried to downplay the tension and rather joke about it. but the stress bells kept ringing in my head. another clue that i m not in a soap. i m leading a normal life where you gotta cope up with anything and everything.
so i decided to let my frustration out on the es answer sheet which i must say has recieved a third degree torture from me n shoaib, others not obliging the cause as they still have some faith left in god and in the sanctity of a book or copy and the knowledge it provides. wt crap. maybe this will piss off the god some more. wtever. anyways as the shreds of the half burnt & ripped answer sheet fly around in my room, i get the feeling that something isnt right with me. the problem with my efficiency has bothered me since i was in bansal which of course led to a more futile failure. but this is just another phase. hopefully. hopefully things will get better. but i certainly need a lot more luck. otherwise i ll be stuck with my walkman and my disturbing thoughts. so god if u r anywhere up there, someone needs a little push.
