As I sit here in front of the monitor, an old Rafi song playing in the background it seems the perfect setting for an inspired writer to pour out his/her soul in an abstract manner trying best to sound nonchalant, cynical and all that sort of 'ideal writer' stuff. At present I feel pretty washed out. Its been a harrowing month where fate has tried its best at leading me on a rather absurd path of self discovery. One which has shown me how good I seem to be at wasting all these years of my life in accomplishing pretty much next to nothing! Am still confused about how i feel about this. Sometimes I feel happy that I've done nothing since its not even worth it. Sometimes I just feel like a a total failure! Man, I seem to have issues. Opportunities come and go. They look me full in the face. Stare awhile, sit around. I look up at them turning up my nose at almost all of them. They go away. It used to be ok as long as my family was the only one who was bothered but now everyone's trying their best and consider it their only mission to get me out of my 'shell'. Well lets see how it goes. For all those who have nothing better to do watch this space.