It has been 3-4 months i have not written a single nice story. I attempted many a times to complete it, in economics lecture especially...but was unable. I decided to keep posting 'Letters from my past' on our BMM blog, but something or the other comes and everything gets spoiled. God knows what's happening. Nothing bad, but i couldn't concentrate on my writing.
The very first day of our BMM, Sneha ma'm, our former coordinator, told us that BMM is not what you thought and joined, its really different than what you have even imagined. She was right. Icame in BMM because i thought that there won't be mugging-up study patterns and constant pressures. Because i thought i would get some good time which i can dedicate only for my writhing, improvisations and spotting directorial points in small and somewhere useful imaginations and most important, To my DADA. However, all his happening just opposite. I meet my DADA once a month or so, I get time to imagine and improvise, but it is for all Historical jokers, how a city-ward will look nice in a picture and writing skits on dead and stupid Economists, who did not even had the slightest idea of how much they would be cursed by there succeeding generations for writing thousands of books, which are read only by their heirs and fellow rivals, by taking out more economical laws OR by elaborating or summrising thoughts of even more stupid economists who existed before these. I also get time to know MSword and power-point, but that is all logical...atleast the professor is very good. I get to know stupidity of MY name (and others' too, by default) and opportunity to talk on 'crap' Jinnah by killing the alive people in and then deciding to make a PPT....and more interestingly...not on what the 'Leonardo' in The Beach want to listen...
Anyways, no movies, no reading, no writing, no direction but lot of LOVE and friendship...has become my day-to-day life. no time for Writing, and no time for My-self and also my old friends. Monotony has now become the spice of life...any change introduced becomes the disturbance in the smoothness. chalo...tc....aage kabi toh milenge....
P.S. Even Assignments have become part of breating.
