Now, we’re real close to the year 2009. Seems so strange. A year. A year, wiser or more foolish? Just the right balance, methinks. Right now, I can only think of my legal possibilty of drinking, driving, and loads of other things. Oh, damn them, can only drink at 21. 3 years then, 3 years. My blog might even cease to exist then. Laziness, you say? Nah, boredom would be more likely. Not that I’m bored writing, but I hardly have any creative friends who write consistently enough for me to be motivated. The few who tried sunk wi’out a trace. May they Rest In Peace. Or is it their souls? Ah well, I tend to muddle these sort of things up.
Quite an eventful year, this. 2008. Leap year. Nice. We even had an exam on 29th February. Good way to remember the year? Definitely not. With an emphatic, albeit, not uppercase, ‘N’. IIT-JEE, AIEEE, CET, 12th Boards, everything. Ah, the cursed year.
Bright point :- Got admission to a good college.
Low points:- Chelsea lost in the final. Wanted better AIEEE marks.
Damned in early-2008 as an underachiever, another word for “lazy”. Early mid-2008, parents look for alternate seats to bearable colleges. Son can’t believe. Loses all semblance of self-confidence. World stuttering below his feet. Late mid-2008. Results out. Fails to pass muster in JEE and AIEEE. Pulls a rabbit out of the hat. Manages passable marks in CET. All world is back again with the underachieving so-called prodigy. Late-2008. Horrible go the sem. exams. Old feelings return.
No way back now. Enjoying football. Enjoying everything. Just one longing. One thing (or person?) I want most in this world. And it/he(oops!)/she dislikes me. Sigh. The irony of life. You get what you don’t want. Count me lucky? Count again. Hopeless romantic. Seems tough, sarcastic, even cold. Foolishly emotional inside. Pining for something lost pre-2008.
