Too long,I know, I hate this too. It’s been four months now since I’ve written anything on this blog. Is this blog dead? many have asked, I’ve even thought.But I don’t want it to die, I wanted just to keep writing, regardless of not being home. And I still want to write about my adventures in philosophical and practical life, the last days in talks with her and so on and so forth but sometimes it’s just so hard to get yourself going…
And it has been real hard. When I first got to this college, I was beaming with happiness, freshness, addicted to the hostel life. Now, I’m getting lethargic, used up, and have been pretty much depressed since the past few days.
Sometimes things happen in your life that make you feel so unfortunate.
There have been so many things on this odyssey of life that I am thankful for. And then there are millions that i have to regret to. But, even though the wind and currents have not been perfect, I can’t complain and have to take it one mile at a time. I got hurt, then I got sick, then I got jetlagged, then I had to run into this summer internship straight… and then I was lost, confused, unsure of what I was doing; then I had a plan, I got inspired, but then it rained, it remained cold, damp, grey. I never lifted and now I’m back in the pattern of work. It’s all finished and what can come is just hope, more dreams and plans.
Currently what rejuvenates me is the idea of being an Intelligence officer in the Central Intelligence Bureau. Tough exam, tough interview, I know but its all again worth the pain and i have been gaining up enough motivation for the same.
