I have nothing profound to say except for the fact that life is quite ordinary. At the risk of alienating people who are close to me, life is a bitch. Unfair.
This has got to be one of the unhappiest phases in my life. I can only ‘pretend’ to be alright, but I know I am not. Sucks.
Damned elusive thing this is. I have it for a while and for most part of my existence, I don’t seem to have it.
Wonder what it is that makes it so elusive.
This can never be objective, but, I seriously doubt the reasoning ability of some people. Of course, the same applies to me. :-/
I think smartphones were created to prevent people from getting bored due to forced socialization.
High time to buy a smartphone!
I hope you never get to read this post.
It is strange, yes. I don’t want to get back to you. But, I still miss you.
Strange are the ways of life.
PS: If it is not you, then this post is fiction.
Another short post for the lack of enough words.
If there is something I learnt from the emotional rollercoaster called graduate school, it is a bit about myself. I am not sure if this is a positive trait or otherwise, but graduate school has made me a super cynic.
Yes, I am extremely cynical about scholarship, academia, life, relationships etc.
I wonder what it is about lack of social networking that makes one feel so good. Life without Facebook, Twitter and the allied nonsense seems so peaceful. 
I just realized that I am extremely paranoid.
I don’t know if I should feel happy or sad about it.
Q: How does a pack of cards crumble?
A: Like Jatkesha.
…is certainly getting senile.
For proof, read this.
