As
I sit today on my PC, I count that I am only months away from my CA Final
(circa 3 & a half).
There is not one lie in my statement when I type
that I badly wanted to sneak in another post before I disappeared into my
cocoon of self-banishment for the aforesaid interlude.
But as I’ve come to
discover about myself, the more my brain wanders into fiction, the harder it
gets for me to revere the other half of my life; that half which shall earn me
the freedom to be what I am without every other civilized bloke pointing a
finger at me and sniggering his heart out that ‘this boy whom we thought to be
so mature was stupid enough to throw away a bright prospective career and look
at what the fool is doing now when everyone else of his age have thoughts on
their mind that can actually be termed as goals- like earning prestige (read-
moolah), flooding the corporate, becoming head honchos and single handedly
controlling companies. Look at the idiot, he’s writing gibberish!’
Anyways,
no point in discussing something that is generic amongst human beings; finding
solace in the tranquility of repetition and the known.
I
have made up my mind. The next time I open my blogger shall be in the last week
of November; not for anyone else but for my own good.
But
I must warn you this moment itself, come December you shall feel the full blast
of what a man who dwells within language is capable of conjuring when he’s gone
months without pouring out his ideas and has no constraints to put up with.
See
you on the other side.
3 comments:
Your posts which are based on fiction and humour are worth reading man........
When you say 'flooding the corporate' I picture the Mithi river / nala diverted from it's course and FIFC flooded to the sixth floor.
If this hiatus got an apology post I wonder what your current situation merits.
It merits a full length apology novel, is what it merits. :)
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