About a girl

People say that you need an inspiration to write about something. As a matter of fact, I have not written anything in the past four and a half months. Maybe, I didn’t have the privilege of meeting an inspiration, even accidentally or, maybe, I was too lethargic enough to type even a few words. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I am scribbling right now and you know what, it kind of feels nice. I am not sure whether a lot can happen or not over a cup of coffee but, surely, a lot can happen over a period of four and a half months and it did happen.

All of my friends, including myself, got placed in respected companies, had an amazing ten days trip to Kanpur with my department-mates, made some really precious friends there, one of my friends got calls from three IIMs, I revised F.R.I.E.N.D.S once, started a new series, and watched quite a good number of Tom Hanks’ movies. Just to mention, these are only the positives that have happened and I don’t want to discuss the negatives. I want to be positive with regard to nothing positive happening around me. The previous sentence shows my effort in being positive.

My father used to tell me, “whatever happens happens for the best” and I believed him. I have believed in these words and I want to believe them even today but, I just can’t. I am unable to cajole myself to get clawed in the bushes of this too optimistic bullshit. I am done with this. I can’t take it anymore. But, the question here is that if not this way then which way. Do I have any other option apart from gulping gimlet with schnitzels? This, of course, is the lamest possible solution. I don’t know no solution and am not sure about what am going to do in this regard. But, one thing I am sure of is that I don’t want it this way. It hurts and it hurts badly.

I wish Mr. Robert Frost could come and inspire me to take the road less travelled by. No hard feelings for Mr. Frost but, I see a dead end on this road. Oh Dear Lord, what is wrong with me. Do I lack gumption in me? Do I need to wake up from somnolence? I don’t know. What I know is that there are only one and a half months left at the institute and these forty-five days will pass in a similar fashion as the days have passed since February. What can I say? I guess it was meant to be this way. I guess it was meant to be short and sweet.

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