Indian Ameri

Past three weeks were real interesting ones in my life... As usual I made a schedule of things to be done and expecdted the usual procrastrination. But as Morpheus said in Matrix "Certain things in this world change and certain things don't" If I had followed all my previous schedules I created in my life I would've been in Minnesota doin my PhD under a Nobel Laurette. But If's are If's. My recent schedule creation (or rather should I say one of my masterpieces) was the most tight one I had ever created. Everything started as designed, went as planned and accomplished as deadlined. But still am not feelin happy abt it. Y? Simple, I heard this once from my brother. He said "If u r following a schedule that means u are finishing the scheduled job in haste so that u can reach the deadline" So far Results have been promising. Is it that my schedule was so perfect that I am not failing or is it that theres misfortune for my bad luck that everythings goin as planeed is yet to be answered..................................
(End of my scheduled time for bloggin for the week)
Bad planning on your part does not constitute an emergency on my part
If you are planning for a year, sow rice; if you are planning for a decade, plant trees; if you are planning for a lifetime, educate people.

The name "Busy like a bee" isn't what I expected to be in my lifetime.. But now my yahoo messenger and orkut acts under that name.. The thing happenin for real - Nothin.. Jus sleepin, makin time tables, dreamin about acheivement and chattin with freinds... The result....... Expectin to be devastatin. Livin alone from all the support u can get from the family isn't easy....
My room slovenly as rare, and my mindset never stable for the past 1 week. Plannin like a an ant, but followin like a snail...
The worst of these, my concerns and inner fears of truth and only truth.. I wish I can travel back in time and stop myself from sayin yes on the day my life changed.... Education currently is secondary and burdens primary..... Am like a boat with no sail (experience) expecting the wind (whatever form it may be) to drift me back to shore (to the old happy days), though I know that I dont have a sail.....
Those days shall never begin, and those days shall always make me strong.... The questions which run in my mind make me weaker the day.... Gods must be enving us Humans.. Coz we are mortal and when we die we leave all our happiness and sorrow and go to a dimension of bliss. Mortality makes us more powerful than Gods.....
There had been chances and there had been errors, but never a day of hope in my case.... Life is never a mystery to me, its just that I am a mystery to myself...............
Days never begin,
Days never end,
Coz misfortune is my freind........................
But experiences never end.
"Experience is like a comb which comes when we are bald."

May the Lord be with the ones I love the most..