A library of questions. A leaflet of answers.

Caution: Ranty post.
Too many questions. Not many answers.


Discovering yourself. It’s a hard task. . There is no time that you would sit and introspect. What do you want? Why do you want it? Is it a crazy obsession that will fade away as you get your hands on it? Or is it something that would change who you are? Is it even relevant?

You wake up. Brushing is a herculean task. You skip it and your mom serves you your breakfast. Half fried egg and two slices of bread. The same everyday.
You log on to the web. Sadness pours onto your blog. The hours of your day vanish away before you can count till 100 in your brain. Nature's call, hunger and other things happen in short breaks ranging from 3.56 to 3.57 minutes.
You realise its evening. You slog your ass to the gym. From putting away looking into the mirror due to shame to the your day-by-day firming opinion how you should get used to living a fattie all your life because that's how it feels is supposed to be. You get back home thinking about various #EpicFail ways and diets you ll do the next day. You run to your laptop like a mother running to her just found kid. You make desperate attempts at being funny at Twitter. No one rebloged. No new followers. Finally your bum gives in to be glued at a single place for hours. You literally experience what 'pain in the ass’ feels like. Late night consecutive reruns of Big Bang theory, Two and a Half men, Glee and Supernatural replace the tradition of bed time stories. You put the Television on a sleep timer and close your eyes before it shuts down. Dark makes you imagine all type of creatures. Its time to sleep.

All through the day you just keep yourself involved so that you dont have to think about more pressing issues. How life was supposed to be about Chartered Accountancy. How the dreams and the plans to study day and night were being tweeted away. Ambition was forgotten. Getting yourself drunk on an overdose of a desperate virtual life and ignorance somehow trying to not think about the nightmare that is near. A result that is sure to have you flunked.

Do I want to live the rest of my life this way, messing up my social life?
Do I want to do Chartered Accountancy?
Do I want to go on a crash diet, fat burners look good on the cost of my fucked up health?
Do I want to ignore all the calls of people until they get tired enough to try anymore?

Hundreds of questions circling your mind with the same answer. I don’t know.

But there is one question I firmly know the answer to : 
Do I want people telling me how to get my life straight, how to correct my sleep cycle, how I should be studying, how social life needs to be given a chance? 

NO.




14 comments:

  1. I like it and love it too.......all your posts i've read all of them twice ......this is the first tym that i'm coming acros ur blog but just cannot resist to read another post from u....plz keep writing......

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    1. Do you mean to say that its the first time that you are on my blog yet you managed to read all of my posts twice?
      Amazing.

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    2. Yuppp......remember pranjal from creatin concern ......he suggested me to read ur blog........i can so relate ur flow if emotions wid that of mine....guess what.....d first thing I m doing this morning.......reading ur posts.....i love u.....*in a straight way*

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    3. Yeah I remember him. And its an honor. Blushing at the love you comment. :D

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  2. You know I was reading that book 'The Joke'. There were a few questions circling around in my head and also a few revelations that I am desperately trying to reject.

    However, I get distracted, courtesy my internet addiction and read this post where I find you thinking aloud about a few questions similar to one I had.

    And yes, I am clueless as well but not on the last question.

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    1. That is the main point, no? Almost everyone has a million questions but no ones got the time to find the answers. We are too busy making fun of ourselves by desperate tweets.

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  3. Hahaha, So YOU, nia. I adore how u write! Ekdum Sharp. And aye, wer is the secret msg boxx??

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    1. Thank you. Arey its still there. But when you click comment it disappears.

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  4. I could so relate to this ine.. and ya the ans is NO :)

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  5. Ahh well,at least a virtually non-existent social life is giving u enough of writing ammunition to regale your blog followers.:-D Look at the bright side!!!!!! I love the way you weave the stuff happening/not-happening in your life in an entertaining way.And I just love that honesty.Keep up the good work.So you a fan of BBT too?Bazinga!!!

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    1. You actually make it sound better. A lot. Thank you for that.

      And let me correct you Sheldon Cooper style : Its TBBT not BBT :P

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  6. Same thing happens to me! (minus the gym) but everything is so similar :) It's good to know i'm not alone :D

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  7. Haha. I think we have a lot more companions than we think.

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