...Better Luck Next Time...

I say,I love the rain because I can smile all the time and have the heavens cry for me. Life is way too short to have time for crying. But still I cry. Life is too complicated and unforgiving to be taken seriously and as someone anonymous has said "no one gets out of it (life) alive anyways"!

"Five Point Someone" sounds good enough when u get to hear "Nothing Point No One". In my Post-Graduation I am creating a record of getting grades not even good enough to be remembered after I put in the maximum amount of hard work I have ever put in till date in my whole academic life.

All the time that today I stood in the long queue for getting the result of my III semester, I cooked up all the blackmailing that was possible to blackmail the Almighty. As the queue got shorter the intensity of the blackmailing was reaching that of the ultrasonic waves hoping that somehow it would reach God and he would erase the marks in the register if they were not good! The trend of the result was not less fluctuating than the sensex. A good score by someone lifted the spirits within a bit high and the a low one dragged me down to the depths lower than that of the sunken Titanic. I reached the result window and bang, I scored even worse than the last time. It proves that my results are somewhat inversely proportional to my effort!

My exit from the queue with handful of marks once again, has confirmed to me that there is no God but myself else if there is one his/her ears would have gone deaf by my pleas and grant me something better. This is not the first time that it has happened, remember na, my PG record that I am creating! As many of you would say now that I might not have worked hard, IT WAS NOT SO!

If anyone can do me good, it is me. I will have to work upon it, again. No God ever comes and writes the exam for me, nor does he ever come and console me when I am not good enough for myself. After a few pathetic moments of weeping out the faith in God that took long to rebuild inside, I start all over again to be Happy. The state I really belong to. I engage people, phenomena(like rain) and myself to let me live my life as it should be--Happy and Satisfied no matter what.

Fine isn't good enough. I will have to be Extra Ordinary. I might have worked hard but it seems I didn't work hard enough.Better luck next time Suni (and Shambhavi too)!

...Me...

The me I know is a romantic. Don't miss the "a" before romantic else the discussion would take another course! Linda Goodman doesn't really make me very happy by defining the "typical Aquarian". Not a single trait that she defines is what I really am or would like to be. Except one that is. That one is the trait of the Aquarian being a thinker. Thoughts of what not come to my head ranging from the level below that of a kindergarten kid to a level surpassing that of Einstien!

Well of course the "thoughts" I am talking about are something for the good of humanity, the mankind...and not for the sample of this species and that would again of course be...Me. I put my gray matter to use for the economy of my India but if that needs to be implemented Mr. P. Chidambaram would need to study economics and finances all over again. I think about an uncorrupted India but that would mean no political parties in my country. I think about the butterflies, their colours. I think about the new watch I got. I think about....you. I think about what not!

My experience warns me over and always that my thoughts can not be understood by anyone else but myself. Maybe I think in a different language. Maybe in that of some other species. Maybe in that of an Aquarian.