Writer's block!!!Let the pictures speak for themselves

The term work is eating away the luxuries associated with PG way of living.For the professors PG student,are nothing but study machines for whom everything including eating and sleeping should come after the completion of treacherous amount of work.I didn't expect M.tech to be easy breezy nor did i expect a round the clock work schedule.I'm fast loosing steam trying to force ma self to concentrate on the goals specified.For me its moreover like a forced vacation trip gone wrong. It was never a matter of choice but, for someone who hasn't seen light for years even a 0 watt bulb is like sunshine. Sometimes i feel that ma destiny lies somewhere else and instead of me taking the driving seat someone else is taking me for a ride of a life time.Any point of regretting the past actions?I guess no!!!life has to go on so are 3 sems....may regain my lost heart somewhere,sometime.

When people come together,you can always find at least a dozen of them,not matching your tastes.As the law of natural selection,one tends to reject a few faces at the first go.Some not, appealing to you mentally and the funny fact is that you always ends up with the correct guess. I have always maintained diplomatic approach in my professional relationships but, it so happens that you meet people, with whom diplomacy seems the last term to deal with.Man has this unique instinct to rule, to crush the week ones.History has proved this theory wrong many time,an uprising and even the Berlin wall was broken,Russian dynasty came to an end so if that's the case can a mere number of 4 stand against a majority of 11?.Na!!!play the game of isolation,and you embrace victory!!Man being a social animal cannot distinct himself from the clutches of society ans when the society isolates him, he has no other way other than to repent his wrong doings.The next issue here is the mental conflict of expressing the toughest of views versus the softened stand of time will pay back. Dominance is the order of the life at Amrita,but we are playing our cards straight.Let time choose!!!SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST.

Life is a random variable,for which we try to assign values... for some the final answer turns out to be a finite quantity and for some its undefined.Most of us are in the process of defining priorities and goals,that will consume our lives for the coming long years.For some defining an aim in life is like rocket science,confusing,messy and full of brain cracking thoughts .They hardly spend any of their precious energy in designing their lives and live by their on rules.When expectations sky rocket so, is our fear of falling from greater heights.For some, the pressure is too much to handle and they fall apart. Its never the desire to be perfect that makes us sweat it out,but the fear of failures. If life was not measured by success and failures most of us would have sat on the couch whole day without doing nothing.

Sunday blues.I wake up to pray not to face another dreadful Sunday,the long distance travel,the screeching sound of the train engine.Wish i could erase all of these,and write in a different dream, the one in which I'm laying on ma comfy bed on a warm beautiful Sunday.