Struggling

M tired of focusing now, its just nt paying off, the target is getting blurred day by day, it was damn clear a few days back but now its getting hazy, my eyes js can’t see it clearly n the frustration of not being able to see it is killing me.
Neways… the only way I cn express is by writin it off… although I believe I’ll b makin sense to only a few of u… so others don evn try to read .
It so mch happens to me that I barely get the thing I crave the most for. It started right after my skool,
I wnted eco hons, couldn’t get, doctors stopped me from getting into aviation industry.
I dreamt of a company during placements but it was js nt meant for me I believe, n nw m obsessed with the CAT thing n with only 20 days to go I feel completely lost.
So many things have joined hands dese days to make my life al the more difficult,
Y do relationships always end at a terrible note… waise I don care ne more but still I miss u for no reason dese days… huh… its so complicated…
N all the complications together have formed a poisonous web in my head…
I don evn feel suffocated… I feel numb in totality…
God knows y m I scribbling it up here… probably makes me feel better… but I believe nuthin makes me feel btr…
M too scared of failure this time… want this thing too badly so m destined to fail… but I js don want to fail dis time… probably getting out of this fear might help me…
Probably runnin out mite help me out… but I’m too scared to run evn…
God… ve written nuff of bakwaas… feels btr…heehaw…
Ve all ma fingers crossed… probably dis time I’ll gt paid really well… but wot if I don’t… I don’t care…
Can sm1 make me laugh again… m losin it all nw… I miss myself n u...

‘I-’ of new gen

The entire universe is obsessed with ‘I’…
Although m also obsessed with myself i.e. ‘I’… but m here to talk of new ‘I-’… M talking of the ‘I’ with a hyphen attached to it… Examples being… I-pod, I-phone, I-tv… These products hit the youth the most…

NOW I-Pill has joined the clan…

What a shortcut Cipla has found for youth.

This new addition has lot of social significance in the Indian market. Out of more than 50 million conceptions that happen in India , 30% end up in abortions. There are also reports that suggest that 75% of pregnancies are unplanned ( My Goodness !). And an estimated 20,000 deaths happen because of complication during abortion.
Hence I-pills offer a safe and effective second chance for those unprotected events and also a second chance for those contraceptive failures.

As we are all aware that in India unwanted pregnencies shoot up to double the number during the navratri season, so there could not ve been a better to introduce the pill.

Although the pill is meant for a wonderful purpose… but it can have undesirable effects as well…
With the introduction of pills the sale of condoms has decreased… it rocks for married couples, even better for unmarried ones… but what about HIV!!!

The nation is struggling so much with growing population and HIV… the pill can work miracles for the first cause but what about the second one…

Although it’s a boon that pharma sector has provided us with, but we need to understand their intentions behind this as well… they r advertising the whole thing so cautiously so that any wrong msg is not delivered…

It would be terrible if young people decide to adopt the convenient route: “Condom nahi hai? Koi baat nahin - you can always use the i-Pill. So let's go ahead anyways.”
Its not meant to be like that…

I hope this festive season rocks with I-pill but, With 2-3.1 million junta already suffering from HIV can v afford more of the virus creeping in???

INDULGENCE

Stayed away from you for long, but finally I’ve u back in my life…. It feels awesome…
The very sight of you, your smell, your presence, everything just everything about you entices me… I love to start my day with you, but the damn world kept me away from for long,
Hw did I crave to have u back in my life… and now u finally are…

You have always been integral part of me… u have kept my company in all the times I’ve been through, be it good, bad, or wateva for that matter, u ve always been the best of my company.
We ve had so much of a time together…

You help me get out of blue easily, you handle my weird mood swings so patiently, you celebrate with me weneva I want to, although I hardly find you accompanying me to parties but wen m bak high on alcohol its only you the who can pacify me J n along with all this you’ve been sweet enough to conform yourself to my changing tastes….

The first thing I wish for in morning is you, keep running back to you all day long, and then when I stay awake late at nights, u hold the lamp all through….
But I didn’t realize your importance until I was asked to abstain, and believe me I missed you a lot.

The feeling I get when I hold you… can‘t be quantified in words, when u touch my lips I can feel life in me… and the when u move down the lips , every single drop of you that enters my body sends across a feeling of déjà vu.

I hate the doctor who asked me not to have you, but know since the bad phase is over I can consume you to my delight, there can b no substitute to you in my life… my dearie COFFEE.
I love coffee… I love the smell… I love the taste… I love the almost-too-hot-to-hold mug in my hand with the coffee-scented steam wafting up my nose in the morning, I love the slightly sweet and creamy, cold icy decaf in the afternoon, and at I night I love it beaten it up to lightest form of froth… uhhhh

Black as the devil,

Hot as hell,

Pure as an angel,

Sweet as love.

This coffee falls into the stomach, and straightway there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move like the battalions of the Grand Army of the battlefield, and the battle takes place. Things remembered arrive at full gallop, ensuing to the wind. The light cavalry of comparisons deliver a magnificent deploying charge, the artillery of logic hurry up with their train and ammunition, the shafts of with start up like sharpshooters. Similes arise, the paper is covered with ink; for the struggle commences and is concluded with torrents of black water, just as a battle with powder.

Caffeine is my shepherd; I shall not doze.It makes me to wake in green pastures:It leads me beyond the sleeping masses.It restores my buzz:It leads me in the paths of consciousness for its name's sake.Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of addiction,I will fear no Equal:For you are with me; the cream and the sugar they comfort me.you anoints my day with pep; my mug runs over.Surely richness and taste shall follow me all the days of my life:And I will dwell in the House of Mochas forever.

I know m addict, but I simply don’t mind the indulgence