I am trying to finish some of the last assignments I have for this semester, but the thought of freedom for 2 months, end sem blast tomorrow at my house and many other such random blissful thoughts are preventing me in doing so. So here I get down again to my basic instinct of writing whenever I feel restive.
I can go on and on forever on any subject under the sun, but when I sit and think that I should write something meaningful, a total loss of ideas strike me. Its like a dry air spell over an already parched earth...I dont have those writer genes in me...Oh dad why are you not a writer, it would have been real nice to see those genes in me...
Aha another point to elaborate on..Dad...I love u so much...but I may never be able to match upto what u are...the total saint in this world...but I am trying...real hard I promise...
I am good at multi-tasking I think...I can manage to do all the crap at once apart from acads, too good man...I am improving....
neways a lot of my usual bakwas I would love to write here, but the very few visitors I have to my blog would stop coming then I guess...so I should just shut-up and go study...