so here it is again m writing this blog to shed my frustration on a small box ...by filling wid this black words...now the question why the hell m so pissed off the reason is again me ... m i really doin wat i want to do in my life..... sarcastically no ,,, bcoz i ever imagined me as a person..just imaginig myself or may be exaggeratin ...i look out of my dream window and see a person sitin in a office with his laptop and a cup of coffee ...nd jst imagine its 1am yes its am and suraly nite

bt wat the hell i m doin rite now 10 to 5 office just as those of like govern. buggers i hated it ever since i know wat is job .. wat profusely and profoundly m doin the same ..nd the main concern concern is m nt givin a shit about it

cant take it more

being reticent for so many years made me coward... i am trying to engrave my lost identity of a winner and want to incarnate myself. but the only fear that is putting my endeavor on the back seat to do so is the time factor. will it be really easy for me to get in to real me after so many years....will it be easy to rejoice the same serenity and calmness.

life has taken an absurd turn in my life and it is the first time i am down on my knees with no more resilience to face the harsh truth of this immutable life. this is the first time i am just a spectator not being able to change the course....this is the first time my master is a fate of somebody else....