dalhi

woke up in a disappointement of a bangalore dream. after a dis apointment.needed to write assignment abt indian IAS ICS kinda crap. so it more depressing. late daysze. fuked up timetables. too much to read and think. think about reading. trying making time.few frnds. not many. literature all the more interesting, its becoming. misses things at times, not home, bang n all that. wana read some lit., not so dry history though, though it seems like, at times. new perspectives on indianpendence, some shocking ones though, like new ones, with rigrous study n all that. exteremely dis-organisedd though, me. it helps to be so, or else how to imagine reading so much. having my li'l small ways of reducing it all.was thinking of all, when i gets up from a dream: tjs,aswni,tia,rushm,arndt,mike,prth,rj,trn.. that night tht unkown day that unkonwn afternoon, those li'l big write-ups on all those that was tryin to happen, all those masked words,happy words masking sadness, all that.. done with this ias shit!