I remember the time when we were normally asked in grade-so-very-primary to cut out margin line for our rough work in maths. It is amazing how even during those days I wanted the whole thing to be neat and perfect...imagine…I was seeking perfection in rough work aswell….hahahahhhahahahahaa…things had started getting retarded from then on.
Today, we’re yet again on another losing streak. An intern-highly-dedicated-highly-intelligent-highly-professional is writing in a goodbye note because most cannot fathom the fact that they are people around who are far better than they are.
We are in a sad conflicted state of ignorance.
Anyhoo, since life goes on and we continue to play ‘gari tou challana babu’ still believing in the 80 percent of the 20 rule.
Some people are like a dream, working on my intern work on a report on Nazia Hassan made me feel this way, and yes on too many other occasions the feelings weren’t any different-but back then-didn’t have the words to describe them.
I have been listening to Nazia Hassan, though her music is still innocent but she herself was like a dream, that many must've had.
Khair, as weird as it may sound I can watch hanna montanna with my baby sister when I am lost in my own head…drink frozen strawberry shake when I am coughing my lungs and eyeballs out…then later manage to take some meds for it…and that too only because an angel whispers in my ear to do so.
I listen carefully to my guardian angel or atleast I try.
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