Somewhere something is burning. Its searing and it burns and there is smoke… Its choking breathlessness. Results are out...
Its not about marks… I know it was never about em , and never shall it ever be… I know it cause I believe it. It wont stoop so low as to blame Richa's of our college for my loss. It was never them. It was me.
Its just that I've lost currency.
I've lost my currency. And I feel pain for my loss. A currency that I have every right on. A currency of every hour spent sleepless and every cigarette smoked to concentrate bit more, to cover another chapter. A currency of hard work. Or was there no hard work… just a record of fecklessness, hubris and incompetence…. A life of profligate insanity... Of hee -hee … haa haa… alas! My rewards mock me!
Its so hard to accept... you are ordinary. Why should it be that hard... When you are nothing but ordinary. Why does this chimera , this surrealism… of being not the other guy in crowd. I AM ORDINARY. I AM HUMAN. I AM THE OTHER GUY IN CROWD. I AM CROWD.
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ANGRY
F*** you R*** gupta! teri to
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HAPPY
Sahi hai jee! hawa mein ud rha tha ek sem mein 80 gaye... ab padhai karunga... lol
vaise bhi kaun sa marka le kar duniya se jaunga... khalee haath aaye the jee khalee haath jaana hai jee... marks to bas moh maaya hai jee...
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Ps. I should join military… shouldn’t i? where life is pride and death an honor… even for ordinary people like me...
