Life is a race or not ???

Its a lunch time after four classes and i am just relaxing in my room. The last class was mass bunked so i got ample time to have a short nap. But i would prefer to write something...again my favourite topic...life...

Somewhere i read life is a race. That means i am running since i am living. But it becomes really difficult to run when one doesn't know where the track ends. And so is with life since life is a race. It becomes really difficult to live when one doesn't know his aim in life...saying that i can't say now that i don't have my aim..but actually i am still looking for it..may be this is what for which i am running...
Whatever i just know..may be i won't be the winner in the race...everybody knows...running matters..huh...i always fool myself :-) ....time is over and i am feeling like having another rest ,another bunk... No one visits ma blog and that makes it more useful for me..its like my personal diary...May be after few years when i leave college...these would be the best pages on web for me...great bye...

Safe Start

I am here again with my new post. Here i am going to write a poetry type thing which i created about one and a half year ago. It was my maths coaching class by one of the famous vishnoi brothers of kakadeo, kanpur. I was sitting on the last row and that too in the corner with my room mate and a very good friend siddharth.This was one of the very rare moments as we believed in self study and generally stayed at the hostel....actually just believed, never did. Just like you can drag a donkey to the pond , but you cant force him drink the water , we were present there just physically. Siddharth was sleeping and i was dreaming. Actually an entire blog can be dedicated to 'My misadventures of kanpur'. Lets it end it now. I don't know if it would be in proper formatting....but here it is...

WHENEVER I WALK ALONE , I FEEL YOUR PRESENCE.
WHENEVER I STRETCH MY HAND , I FEEL THAT TOUCH AGAIN.
WHENEVER ITS SUNNY I FEEL ITS RAIN.
O'DEAR ITS NOT STRANGE, 'COZ YOU ARE ALWAYS AROUND ME , IN MY HEART , IN MY VEIN.

Will be posting new thoughts soon till that bear this...

Apology

This is my habit of writing apology at the start of any diary. I always apologise to my diary at the start for wasting its pages and the future course of horrible writing. Though the case here is different, world wide web has got lots of pages..but what to do, habit is habit. Though i'll try my best to write something useful but sorry again if my work has a tinge of cheap sms's. One thing more ,i'll be mostly writing the posts on mobile using t9 dictionary. So don't panic if 'stars are visible at might' rather 'night'. Also my posts wont be lengthy too...since i run out of grave and intelligent thoughts very shortly and start appearing goofy i.e. my real self. Actually i shouldn't be writing all this because there won't be many rather any to read all this. But just like meteorological department can't predict rain , sensex can't predict gain,u never know when... i may change. I am feeling that i am regaining my real form , so i should leave now. I'll be soon posting my new thoughts till then bear this.....