Say No to Violence Against Women

My Trumpery...

....That is the only sane title that came to my mind when i thought of writing a post this evening. It's a very cool November evening and I am in the mood to write somthing. Oh, it's now that i notice that i'd been absent for about a month from this blog, right? Havn't written anything for a long time but i think that is something of less importance considering the fact that there are so many outstanding blogs out there because of which nobody ever misses my niggling blog. But it really is a precious blog for me, mind you....Grrrrr....

Today, i am thinking of writing out more about what my life had been after college. This blog has sort of become a late diary to me. The things which i should have recorded back when it happened, i am doing now, what absurdity, right? Might be, it's now that i got the courage to write something so dicey where every one can read me. It's true that my punter has been knowingly or unknowingly "The Compulsive Confessor whom i think i'd already mentioned in my blog. My life is not so bold as hers and i can never see myself in such a life. But basically, i feel we have got many similarities, might be many of us girls will be having such similarities. The things she writes are real raw facts which we ourselves try to evade to accept in our everyday life. Yah, there are instances where i differ with her and her musings are utterly foolish and gushy. But still i like her writing a lot.

Well, well, am i floating away from what i came here to say? Let's come back to that. So thus ended my soft corner for S. My predegree days thus came to an end without any more memorable people or events except a few good friendships that i gained from there which i still treasure. After pre-degree i realized that studies were really important than anything else in our lives because i'd been so much drowned in my college life pleasures that i really forgot why i joined the college in the first place. Still, i was not that bad and managed to pass out with First Class marks but still i knew i could have done better if hadn't loitered away. I tried my luck with all the entrances available but sad to say my number was not so good. It was like god heard me and helped me get bad numbers because i myself never wanted my numbers to be good. But that act of mine shattered the dreams my amma and achan had woven about me and i can tell you that was the beginning of my "fall" but i was so unaware of it as a bird will be when the shooter is aiming at it...