Pitiful is the state of this morbid industry .A morbid as it might seem to me , the fact is that I might have to stay here . I am thankful to HIM for surviving for this long as I can see a lot of my contemporaries stumble ion their careers yet I still feel like a misfit here . Sometimes I just feel like kicking away everything and hide in the darkest corner of this big blue globe .They smile at you and talk about everything .. then they backstab you .I am actually smiling right now because i just counted the times i have been taken for a rid .. and lo and behold.. that brought a smile on my face .muahaha


When you love someone you have to be unselfish enough to let them go and they must be free to do whatever they want to do . So what about me , you might ask . Well all is fair in love and war .. and this cannot possibly be war . I had to let go of a few good friends at work this week because I could not risk pulling them in the abyss anymore . I don’t expect them to understand this decision .


Went to shoaib’s younger brother’s wedding . met a lot of old university friends .To them I was a changed man . A man who talks less and makes awkward gestures . Darn are they right or what .. I have changed . To the extent that even I don’t know who I am anymore .Seemes like ages when I saw these guyz last time .hypothetically speaking I was the one who had been out of the scene but there is just too much happening on the other fronts . Not that I haven’t slacked like mad . Somehow I am sniffing the demise of another era for myself .


And I know it .