One of those nights...

One of those nights....where u don't want to sleep but don't know wat to do wen awake ( don't let loose the imagination horses plss!!!)...u see the other side of ur bed is full of washed laundry.....u think of stacking dem into the cupboard but u know they've been der for a week now so.....won't harm dem.....u look at ur face in the mirror.....u promise urself a bath 2morrow.....u know the hostel is more chaotic dan ever, owing to an exam 2morrow.....wat's with this whole study thing......this concentration and motivation thing?......how can u get motivated to be a dentist?....or a banker?.....or a radiologist?.....OK I am not 7 any more.....but y wud someone want to make a career by setting someone's teeth right?....but i guess...not many seek meaning in the meaninglessness of life.......it's just one of those nights...

Pilot Found

THIS IS IT???.....after 3 years of self exile and a 2 page mission statement  inspired by Jerry Macguire, what do I come out with?....a blog?....no no...i am not a blogger....i can't even draft a mail without proper aid from MS Office...may be I am a writer, not a blogger. I can camouflage my grammatical errors behind the ideology that "writers thrive on thoughts....they don't have to worry about about petty things like grammar".Yes, I am a writer.One key problem with english school going kids is that everyone thinks of himself as a potential writer ( I am talking about kids in the pre-blogging era). Who 'writes' these days?  We tweet, we blog, we text but a sentence gone few words long makes you think and thinking is bad for health.So I will be a 'blighter' ( blogger+writer). A writer who will write about things which will not trouble the vestigial organ called Brain.The flight has not yet asccended, still searching for the fuel i guess, but I just hope the pilot is not as confused as me.