Have just realised the worst feeling of all is not fulfilling the commitment you made to friends. I am yet to find sometime to finish the story I started, Gosh feel like stupid moron now!
I am doing two semesters together in the college, so multiply assignments, excercises, classes and projects by 2 and you would get a idea of where I am right now ;P But I am enjoying it. I have learnt that there aexists a different kind of love, It has nothing to do with loving another human , its about what you love to do , its so powerful that it will consumes you till the last drop of your blood, thats your destiny, thats your passion and thats what you are here for.
I have cut my hair short so I dont need to comb it everyday LOL, A tshirt and jeans and I am off to college. I also realised why artists dont look good. For their beauty lies in thier designs and they give up theirs to make the work look best ;P Ok I am all exhausted and going into philosiphical mode. For now I enjoy reading your posts, one by one. Again thanks for all who left a mark in the last post and who do so in this one too :P you are awesome!
For now let me leave you with a poem, that stumped me few moments ago. Its writtern by WH Auden and used in the movie " Four Weddings and Funeral". For the records it has nothing to do with my current state of mind, I am fine and very happy doing what I am doing. This is just to share the best words that touched me ;)
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good. - WH AUDEN