Just Another Lost Star

In the first year, I'm a virtually non-existent person. The kind of person you don't care to look back at. Those who neither bother you, nor help you in any way. They just are. In the second year, I disappear. Into oblivion. You turn around to look for me once in a while, but the rest of the time I'm forgotten. And you've no clue what's going on in my life. In the third year, I rise. And you look up. In the fourth, I reign. And you stare in wonder. In the fifth, well.. if everything falls into place ... ***

I happened to go through my diary today and chanced upon this piece of shit I'd written in Feb.2009 Guess what happened Monday: I got up late(as usual), I knew I was getting late for the college(as usual),and I bumped into the iron cot (real bad, I mean) I thought it was ok, but (as usual) I was wrong. It started bleeding real bad (this is strange, I've hurt my right knee four times, while my left one is still intact...well it was till today),......I washed it, put dettol in my bag, got a band-aid from the shop and nursed it in the maths lecture....... The cut was long(which i realised later),and half of it got under the band-aid's adhesive.....imagine..I had to skip two lectures after removing the band-aid. :( Then they asked me to get a tetanus....so I got one....no big deal. The doc asked me not to wear jeans,capries or anything synthetic,so I had to go for a cotton salwar I had only one, and that was white and pink.....and my roomie made me wear heals so that I don...

Some really awesome quotes I collected over the past one year and pasted them on the walls of my hostel room... (Isn't it a brilliant way to have a backup copy which is available online 24/7?? :P) *When you come to the end of the rope, just tie a knot and hang on. *You are never a loser until you quit trying. * It's not the critic that counts, not the man who points our how the strong man stumbled or whether the doer of the deeds could have done them better... The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust, and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and often comes up short again and again. Who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a worthy cause. And who, if at best in the end, knows the triumph of higher treatment and high achievement, and who at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly so that his soul shall never be with those cold and timid ones, who know neither victory nor...