My futile attempt at writing a short story rots below and its stench blocks out my nose every time I log on to this page. A lot has happened since then. Technofest came and left, proving that my earlier fears about my volatile hormones were completely unfounded. Not a single girl caught my imagination, partly thanks to the fact that I managed to keep myself busy during the entire thing, and partly thanks to the fact, that while keeping busy, I somehow managed to miss all the dance events. That's where you normally see nice looking girls doing nice looking things, and even though missing it was far from intentional, there is no denying the fact that it yielded more positives than negatives. So I guess somebody up there was accidentally tuning in when I said my prayers regarding the whole thing.
But as the ones amongst you, who haven't realized this yet, will soon realize, the only way to escape the bricks that life throws at you is to drive up to the nearest cliff, take a moment to enjoy the scenery and then jump off it. Either that or whatever imaginative, brilliant masterplan that you come up with on how to take your own life. Now even though, it has nothing to do with where I intend to take the rest of this article, I must pause for a moment to reflect on the importance of meeting a good, interesting end. Imagine one of those GD sessions in heaven or hell or wherever it is that you end up after you die, and you're faced with the ignominy of saying 'I chocked to death on a cookie', while sitting next to you is the guy who died in a space shuttle explosion. And if ancient texts are to believe, the mistakes you make in life will haunt you only till you die (or lose your mind, whichever happens first) but the ones that you make in death will haunt you for an eternity. Afterlife rarely affords you second chances. And you can forget about reincarnation, 'cause right now you're sitting there, looking like the kid who did a reasonable job through high school, only to flunk his final exams. So die well, in a really really creative manner that will make people remember you with awe. Leave the heart attacks and automobile accidents to the creatively bereft. Jump off a plane, wrestle with a tiger, get the Pope to shoot you and all these are off the top of my head. I'm sure a less sleepier, more creative someone can come with better things.
I was really depressed when I started writing this, as bouts of forcing myself to prepare for incoming exams were once again accusing me of wasting 3 years of my life and were forecasting how I was going to waste one more in a meaningless halfhearted pursuit of a B.Tech degree which will probably end up with me saying enough is enough and running off to some place, hidden deep inside some surreal dream that the hounds of the realism will never be able to see. I was going to ramble on and on about how I got myself into this mess, but I guess we'll leave that for another day now that I feel light as a feather inside. It's amazing how writing something so utterly ridiculous can make you feel absolutely fantastic. God sure has a twisted sense of humor. Thank you if you're tuning in.
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