My Waiting Line
So, I am back to my virtual reality. I guess I thought I could forget the existence of my not-so-important blog, but cant hold back anymore. Waiting in an airport does things to you. It reminds me of all those other times I was in Delhi. The time I gave my GRE and was travelling alone for the first time and coming to delhi all the way from chennai to meet neha. I was sad the first time and really happy the second time. Now I cant even define the emotions. I am becoming this person who doesnt care about anything. I dont know where this fatalistic attitude dropped in out of the blue. I thought being pessimistic was bad enough. I cant seem to be anyone's company for more than 5 mins without inherently thinking about my exit strategy.
Lucknow I thought would be a good experience where I would become more loquacious but it looks like two years down the line I would be the deaf-mute of the batch. Fatalism is good when you are senile and dont want to be associated with the world.
My first term has ended, not at a very bright note though. I have screwed up as many papers as possible. Somewhere along the line I lost interest. I guess thats what two years in a crappy job does to you. You loose sight of what is important to you as you have become too numb to think about what would happen if you let those things affect you.
One term down and a lot wiser? Definitely not but then I now know to dodge dead lines and make reports out of thin air within an hour. Maybe these are the skills that are needed in the end after all. Not much of fees got wasted if you put it that way.
Anyways so here I am in Delhi airport after two years and it all feels so distant. The last time I remember I was so happy coming to this place. Shopped like crazy with N. Now, I dont even have that feeling of nostalgia. Just another waiting line. Ending this one with a good song lyric.
Wait in line
'Till your time
Ticking clock
Everyone stop
Everyone's saying different things to me
Different things to me
Everyone's saying different things to me
Different things to me
Woooohh
Do you believe
In what you see
There doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me
Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe in
What you see
Nine to five
Living lies
Everyday
Stealing time
Everyone's taking everything they can
Everything they can
Everyone's taking everything they can
Everything they can
Woooohh
Do you believe
In what you feel
It doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me
Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe
In what you see
Ah and I'll shout and I'll scream
But I'd rather not have seen
And I'll hide away for another day
Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe
In what you see
Everyone's saying different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Everyone's taking everything they can
Everything they can
Lucknow I thought would be a good experience where I would become more loquacious but it looks like two years down the line I would be the deaf-mute of the batch. Fatalism is good when you are senile and dont want to be associated with the world.
My first term has ended, not at a very bright note though. I have screwed up as many papers as possible. Somewhere along the line I lost interest. I guess thats what two years in a crappy job does to you. You loose sight of what is important to you as you have become too numb to think about what would happen if you let those things affect you.
One term down and a lot wiser? Definitely not but then I now know to dodge dead lines and make reports out of thin air within an hour. Maybe these are the skills that are needed in the end after all. Not much of fees got wasted if you put it that way.
Anyways so here I am in Delhi airport after two years and it all feels so distant. The last time I remember I was so happy coming to this place. Shopped like crazy with N. Now, I dont even have that feeling of nostalgia. Just another waiting line. Ending this one with a good song lyric.
Wait in line
'Till your time
Ticking clock
Everyone stop
Everyone's saying different things to me
Different things to me
Everyone's saying different things to me
Different things to me
Woooohh
Do you believe
In what you see
There doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me
Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe in
What you see
Nine to five
Living lies
Everyday
Stealing time
Everyone's taking everything they can
Everything they can
Everyone's taking everything they can
Everything they can
Woooohh
Do you believe
In what you feel
It doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me
Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe
In what you see
Ah and I'll shout and I'll scream
But I'd rather not have seen
And I'll hide away for another day
Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe
In what you see
Everyone's saying different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Everyone's taking everything they can
Everything they can
Comments
i don't know if iam more happy to read something you wrote or more pissed that you wouldn't tell me about it.