THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW

Classes from mon-fri,late for the morning class,gossiping in the canteen,bitching about friends,silent visits to the library,sitting with one mug of coffee with ten friends around for endless hours,relaxing at the ccd near taj,hopping to fx in between classes,moving to our ever friendly destination-cp & sarojini.Such was my life till few days back when a sudden wind of truth struck me-making me realize the helplessness of not getting it back.

The long awaited struggle(as we usually called) had all of a sudden left us in the midst of nowhere.College was finally over,not a hint had i that it would be such a heartburning.05.05.09(D DAY OF OUR LAST PAPER) EXPOSED US TO A REALITY THAT WE OFTEN IGNORED OR JUST DIDN'T WANTED TO COMPREHEND.

It was a burst of responsibilities that shouldered the death of college life.The desire of standing-out in the world & the helplessness of nothing concrete of my MBA entrances made mecrave for more..I was in the middle of 'nothing' yet trying to achieve 'something'.The utter disgust of getting nothing out of my aspirations made me inflict upon my mental & physical self,sufferings & shame.In the whole idea of building myself I was somehow losing confidence.(which i realized with my endless effort to find that extra edge to my skills).

The day after tomorrow is quite blurred,the present still not clear & the past a mishap!