Painful moments...

Life is good....

College is gud too. I m actually liking 3rd yr! My days are one big blur of college, naps, food, net and of course, my beloved phone. Every thing's good...

Except...(why is there is always an "except" or a "but" after every good thing in life? Ah...) this 1 thing that I choose not to think about. Each day, a tiny voice at the back of my mind reminds me of this particularly painful part of life...two tiny words capable of creating havoc in anyone's peacefully progressing life-CAT and/or M.A.

And then there is this other voice, a much louder n influential one, which reminds me of the greater pleasures in life. The joys of sleeping (ultimate bliss...), talking on the phone, chatting, playing "bhabho" or "laal paan ki satti" or flash, shopping, eating (well...of course), reading "Twilight" simply to fawn/drool/hyperventilate over Edward Cullen or even of sitting on my bed doing absolutely nothing. And the emotionally susceptible person that I am, I get carried away by the sound of it and lose all sense of direction and any amount of focus and determination I may have gathered earlier.

One part of me hopes, at the end of each day, of beginning tomorrow.

The other part, tells me "its not tomorrow yet!" This part is also very fond of sentences like "c'mon-its-3-mnths-away-ther's-still-lots-of-time" and "this-is-3rd-yr-clg!-go-n-njoy-urself!"

The fact that the CAT ppl expect us to be aliens/ rocket scientists/ nuclear weapon designers/ MENSA members only adds to the pain.

Sigh...if only i was doing engineering and still had anoder yr of graduation left. Or even better, 5 yr law. Postgrad wudn't be so close at hand then.

If only societal pressures would not force me to continue with education. If only ppl arnd me weren't this serious...

Ah man...If only....