Slinging scribbles

My search for meaning goes on. With variables, scattered and atoms, gathered. I see students going for a class, colleagues meeting at workstations, all of us have a strange momentum to complete five days, to live in oblivion for the two days of the same week. Perhaps, we move to our shell, to find our purpose, sure! I am clueless, unaware, naive! Then to make matters worse, I have different types of purpose, Larger, if I have made it! Smaller, if I have to say it! That way, I would be seen with a purpose, bright! I do my bit, here and there, but its all seemingly vain or plain. How cultivated, falsely motivated, truly corrupted beautiful creation am I? I log in, log out; sign in, sign out; look and overlook, perhaps the mockery till the vapid waves find its stream. I have a feeling I wont and I will repeat these actions till I burn; bright!

Before i start ranting about all the things which deserve the least attention as expected from an 'Indian citizen' let me abase myself on how irregular and lazy i have become.The exams have got over at least a week before and by this time I could have easily immersed my pen for ravening writing sessions but alas!it was not meant to be. The exams though weren't as good as they should have been but nevertheless, I had a wonderful time giving them.It gave me a hint of what I could have achieved had I paid even the least attention it deserves in my life.I have always been vocal about the displeasure about the way our education system runs and hence the sarcasm.Anyways, my college days have ended, unless the moderators,with due respect to them,think of putting me up for an encore. Amid the chaos about India winning the World Cup,Anna Hazare fasting to get the Lokpal Bill introduced and many other scams that must have took place(We live in India,it thrives o...