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Music drives you crazy,music make you insane,music gives you life and music never let you die alone.Finally I found those lost headphones back.Days are passing by and I'm wondering why I'm still around.No clue what to do next.One step ahead and I will fall and can't even step back.I finally continue to be alone wondering what my true purpose is,just getting away from all the stress and trying to protect my soul(from what?I am not sure about).A completely numb stage where you have no idea what to do next,you can't please everyone,you can't settle your differences.

A journey on a completely scary streets and no one to tell the directions.The various colours  life has shown in past few months will be  a part of my memories(Black-Blue,Black-White,Angel-Devil,green and what not....:D)
The multiple personalities I occupied to deal with the external world were the real source of anxiety and what I have carried forward with me even through all the turmoil I have been through will always be a bitter-sweet symphony of memories.Yes,I am recluse and deviant and unsocial and I prefer peace and quiet.I am kind of averse to going out with friends to parties and all(No time to get drunk,I am already at home :D)
Most people with that so called "social" tag live an extra ordinary life with party,light,booze and all other stuff.If this living life like a rich bastard is what you call life is all about,I would rather prefer to say I don't have a life.I lead a normal life,that innocent monster in me loves to live alone with those manipulated scary-senti *dreams*.
 
It's 2 am.Yes,it's raining cats and dogs and I'm here sitting near the window,in depth of solitude,all alone,doing nothing but tapping fingers on my laptop without any reason,the irritating darkness,the anguish,pain and image of those slimy backstabbers,dumb fuckers,asinine morons and lousy souls and many random thoughts in my fickle
mind never allow me to sleep.Emotions,what are they? Sometimes I wish I could kill some people.If it sounds abnormal,yes I am abnormal.Why can't we live the way we want to? Where is freedom? Why is it necessary to read and learn the shit we don't want to?Fuck all rules,regulations and all other society's terms and conditions.Fuck politics.Fuck Indian Education system.Yes,I am frustrated.And this venom spitted in form of words is due to this frustration.Dreams screwed,life screwed and still pretending as if nothing happens.Why I am living?
  
 The faint light coming from top of the window still enlighten a ray hope and keep asking the same question again "will a new life be achieved under the sun"?or that sun won't rise again? The completely clueless mind with no answers.What if I never wake up,it turns out to be a nightmare,a worst nightmare.What if this night never ends..what if??

P.S. Yes,results are out and this crap is an outcome of it.Yes,I am officially dead.

Sayonara. 

A story of farmer and his donkey!

One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well.The well was deep and dark.The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do.Finally he decided the animal was old and the well needed to be covered up anyway,it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.He invited all his neighbours to come over and help him.They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well.At first,the donkey didn't realize what was happening and cried horribly.Then to every ones amazement he quited down.
                    
A few shovel loads later,the farmer finally looked down the well.He was astonished at what he saw,with each shovel of dirt that hit his back,the donkey was doing something amazingly.He would shake it off and take a step up.
                    
As the farmer's neighbours continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal,he would shake it off and take a step up,pretty soon everyone was amazed as the donkey steeped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!!

Moral: Life is going to shovel dirt on you,all kinds of dirt.People will criticise you,back stab you,make fun of you and if you try to ignore and tolerate you will definitely find yourself in a more miserable condition.All  you can do is shake it off and take a step up.We can get of the deepest wells just by not stopping,never giving up because what i personally believe is "EACH OF OUR TROUBLES IS ACTUALLY OUR STEPPINGSTONE" towards success and our ambitions.Arrows go forward only after pulling into backward,bullets go forward only after pressing the trigger backward.Each and every human being has to face difficulties and criticism before achieving success in his/her life.Don't be afraid of difficulties because they always push you forward.Accept the challenges.Accept your weaknesses.Always try to overcome from your failures.After every defeat,Re-orient yourself,synergies yourself.Think what went wrong and how you can bring a change into it.And at the end, you will definitely achieve success.All your dreams come you when you have a strong belief in your potential and a faith in your capabilities.Just a little optimism can help us you to cross the hurdles of life and when "Passion" get coupled with "Tenacity" then a person can do any sort of miracles and can achieve whatever he/she expects from his life.

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• Sayonara!