Monday 7 May 2012

each sem wound, the last sem kills..

Persuing engg. is not less then like drinking a poison for me and to compeleting it will like overcoming death. Although it seems quite extra, but so far  it is reality.. 

                     once camella rose in his leacture " each hour wound the last hour kills"..but here i can say "each semester  wound, the last sem kills".
                    How long can we survive where our heart refuse to work, ok we can compromise but a kind of restlessness remain .
here i am not frustrated and  writng,..though a few days i was , but not now.. time heals. ohk leave this , so the point is not just about engg. it is about to work when you dont  like ,to forget our dreams..life teaches a lot, one of them is compromising, to forget our dreams.. why it is that people like or dislike any field, subject..
                    media mass communication journalism these are the things, whose even neme fesinate me. hamesha hi se is nam ne lubhaya h mujhe..but as ausual i afraid of my dream.. dream found fascinating only till when you are not force to act upon then. thus i like that filed, and when seriously think to work  i afraid.. procrastainc nature ruining me. you know what, there is nothing in this world for person like me, confused..even dont know what to do what not do. just like , dont know whether love.. same case with her, when i found i wont get her, i convene myself by saying that i just like her not love her.. but if even a single word she utter,or even a little memory of her came across my mind i again start dreaming for her. dont know what will happen. person should love without fear, should love without third thought, without dillema. let it be for someone without reason else nothing remain. i should realize this. life is not always easy, sometimes harsh, critical..

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