Strike the iron when its hot! Its never too late to start.
I have heard these many a many times, and eventually got tired of analyzing these through and through. But now i have a gut feeling that i'm actually experiencing it real time. attaboy!
In the early stage of my college life i was named as a playboy(no intention of boasting) and all those crap. But you know what they call me now? A Saint. Why don't they. Ever since the fall of final year the explicit truth is that many are deceived by love n lust, or atleast gone a step further as a chat-bug.
While I belong to the group of the few exceptional cases, who are completely disconnected from 'those' events. My case is rather different though. Being called as a candid easy-to-move guy formerly, what caused the change that i'm now a loner with a boner? The answer is more easy to say if i happen to blame everything to fate. To cut short its better to assume that way; though it pains inside me of knowing the truth behind. many was of course the consequences of my own mistakes, but thinking deep whether i deserve this much, i'm left all alone questioning myself. Some say that i'm only punishing more by seeing things in the wrong way. It's a battle between my Mind and Guilt and the latter is too strong to leave me at peace. Nothing i could do but pity myself.
Now thinking of extracting the positives from it, i'm now trying to be more studious as i'm left with nothing but just my laptop and me. I got bored of all the activities that every other 'guys' do with his laptop. To kill time i surf a lot. As of a sudden when nothing seems to be interesting, and i feel the nerd inside me pulling to its very end. Though i took more than enough time to reach at this dead-end. But it's good that i someway urged the need for it, fair and square. There is still a long way to travel and i dono whether again my shifting interests-o-phobia drifts me to another angle. What ever it might be, i'v now entered debugging mode to correct all my mistakes and frame necessary protocols and algorithms for future perspective.
I have heard these many a many times, and eventually got tired of analyzing these through and through. But now i have a gut feeling that i'm actually experiencing it real time. attaboy!
In the early stage of my college life i was named as a playboy(no intention of boasting) and all those crap. But you know what they call me now? A Saint. Why don't they. Ever since the fall of final year the explicit truth is that many are deceived by love n lust, or atleast gone a step further as a chat-bug.
While I belong to the group of the few exceptional cases, who are completely disconnected from 'those' events. My case is rather different though. Being called as a candid easy-to-move guy formerly, what caused the change that i'm now a loner with a boner? The answer is more easy to say if i happen to blame everything to fate. To cut short its better to assume that way; though it pains inside me of knowing the truth behind. many was of course the consequences of my own mistakes, but thinking deep whether i deserve this much, i'm left all alone questioning myself. Some say that i'm only punishing more by seeing things in the wrong way. It's a battle between my Mind and Guilt and the latter is too strong to leave me at peace. Nothing i could do but pity myself.
Now thinking of extracting the positives from it, i'm now trying to be more studious as i'm left with nothing but just my laptop and me. I got bored of all the activities that every other 'guys' do with his laptop. To kill time i surf a lot. As of a sudden when nothing seems to be interesting, and i feel the nerd inside me pulling to its very end. Though i took more than enough time to reach at this dead-end. But it's good that i someway urged the need for it, fair and square. There is still a long way to travel and i dono whether again my shifting interests-o-phobia drifts me to another angle. What ever it might be, i'v now entered debugging mode to correct all my mistakes and frame necessary protocols and algorithms for future perspective.
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