There has been days when i've spent hours absolutely unconscious of time.. Cars would pass by honking yet unnoticed, sun would scorch me away to scars just to get ignored and sometimes it would be the rain who gets snubbed, because I would be busy chattering my head away. Thoughts would get promptly converted to words, with shy filters turned off. Promise I don't remember a word I uttered, but I recollect feeling light at the end of every such day.. I would let the clock decide my appetite, wheels decide my direction and just sit back taking the cool air on my face.. Call it time travelling or clock cheating by moving hours ahead in seconds. From what I remember most of these days were saturdays which dawned with a lie and darkened with a wave.

Why is it always others' perceptions make up our personality?.. With my own deceiving eyes I spot people with inability to convert thoughts to throughputs, but still harvest fame out of manipulation. What's it with this fame? Is it all about growing in a nasty world? Everywhere I see a clear split of people - one works hard to thrive and another speaks hard to excel.. The former labours and the latter presents.. Now where does the fame go? Aye, it's the same old story of Gates and Jobs..

Is life pushing me to run or am I pushing life to chase me, somehow I'm running! As a kid I dreamt of college, as in college I dreamt of job, now in job I dream of more college.. I got a chance to see all my dreams with real eyes.. But my eyes weren't noticing the dream coming true but instead dreaming a new destiny.. Afterall it looks like happiness is not getting whatever I dream of...