Musings of my day-to-day life

                                                            Quite long ago…. I am a looser with a second last rank in the class, nobody seems to notice me, my handwriting is filthy; I am not able to fill up even a simple application form. Teachers don’t bother even to acknowledge if I complete my homework. My friends are as common as I am, I just hang out with them, some bully usually comes and takes away my tiffin. The world is not nice, school is hell, not that I cry every day for going there but still, nothing motivates me to go to school, that’s the pessimist me, not satisfied with anything, but I don’t know the meaning of satisfaction, I like chocolates and don’t like yellow dal, m...

Honestly, let’s try honesty this time, what I really feel? What is going inside this big head, as usual the boring logic of being confused crafted around like a “jalebi” to come out as some deep philosophical post! Not anymore. I was a lover boy! Not anymore, I loved innocently; I loved the idea of being in love. I was a true believer of people in love, I loved the happenings which used to happen when love happened (sorry GMAT – your grammar can wait), oh! So classic it used to be. The “revolutionary love” we used to call it. I see it nowhere now, it’s dead, something has happened to the love of today, the hormones have lost their effect it seems, it’s not as strong as it used to be. One may ask why I am acting like an octogenarian blabbering about the old times. A simple answer to all, I want to love, coz I haven’t loved for long, I haven’t loved anything/anyone for long. I remember the old, young version of myself crying my heart out for buying a kite, getting scolded for f...