From the Lonewolf's diary
Pilani is a buzzing place, which at times looks alien to me. Here I am, removed from my world, in a place that weighs me down in its intricacy, amongst people whose doings are as incomprehensible to me as mechanics. But the sad truth is that I can’t run away from both of them. The whole, busy, unheeding life of a metropolis campus casts me into a horrible gloom of isolation. I was never like the regular BITsian, and frankly I’d never want to be like one. There is one part of me which doesn’t comply by the temperament of things around me. It’s that all-consuming thought with a feeble voice. And however hard I try, it doesn’t get subdued. Call it a conflict between my reality and my conscience. I can’t let either of them win over the other. And the saga continues.
I am what I am, nothing else matters.
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I am what I am, nothing else matters.
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Everyone's so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradles to the grave
Land of make believe
That don't believe in me
I DON'T CARE :P
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But you need to stumble in order to rise high. Like my friend always said.'This too shall pass'
Don't worry I haven't lost faith yet. :D
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