17 months are over since i took admission in Ipcc and today i want to honestly confess to no one but me, my hand on my heart, my head dropping low with the weight of the devils that stand with temerity on my shoulders having illuminated and fostered me with the likes of carelessness and procastinations that till today i don't know what the hell is service tax, never cared actually(bleh)!
Having somehow gave my first attempt, a wasted attempt actually, i look forward to the fall for my next attempt.
Precisely 136 days left to give it all, to sweat it real fetid and bad and to turn my fortune back on. Whatever it is, good or bad, it can't stall me, crank me, drive me into the dark den with loser written in bold on the walls and my inner voices deprecating me for the rest of my life! I only know that a sui generis place belongs to me and i know I'll get there, very soon babe!
I've got nothing to lose, nothing to give but believe me, everything to create. I don't have many friends but that's okay because i don't want to surround myself with people who think unlike, not that they can't have different likes and dislikes, but people who think unlike! Mind it private! Aye Aye captain. Also, some are drones and i hate their useless humming! :P
Call me emotionless, heartless, devoid of sanity, humanity and what not! I've become indifferent to what people think about me. The only thing that drives me nippy is the thought of failure! Its too precious, i can't afford it having come so far, alone! (Phew!)
I wish the upcoming couple of months behold the roughest and toughest of scenarios. Its actually the flavour of hard times that success melts slowly in my mouth like chocolate coated marshmallows as if literally giving me an orgasm, the one i always crave for!
Fingers crossed! <3

