A Little North Of Normality

Its been rather boring, the days are coming and going by. The world has been a safer place, a nicer place, a place where the path is straight, thats all we hope for, right?Ummm! The position am in at this point of time, I feel the journey is getting too monotonous, the challenges are too vague, the people around me , too predictable, too familiar.Am I living my dream, am I doing things I wanted to, am I doing things at all, very philosophical are these questions, yet I seek the answers. Low, disturbed, deep down, yet apparently perfect and happy. I am confused about what I really feel. I feel the need to express, to say so much, but I do not have listeners, I feel that those who cared, those who listened, have lost interest. The performance is no longer that grand, the expressions , no longer that clear and provoking....  Ambition is a good thing, the popular belief.. The human emotion, which pushes it, pulls it through, which instills a ruthlessness , necessary for succes...

Amidst the weirdest excuses one can give himself , melancholy is the lamest one....  The life as I know it, is not the one where utopian ideas, reign supreme, but rather something where practicality leads to a conscious utopia. Friends and family are always there, they are comforting but in the end the journey happens alone, the consequences are faced by just one, the glory is seldom shared.  Friendship is the essence of life and I know and believe that it is perhaps one the best gifts life gives to its performers , but then again the performance comes at a price. The definitions of friendship is rather vague, the extremities and generalization of such a definition can be misleading at times however , hope burns bright in the human breast.  I have made a thousand promises, I have kept many, but that might never be enough. Every person you trust and love are subjective, every man and woman who care for you are also subjective and relative, so what is the whole point...

This is a story of a man and woman, no, it's no longer obvious these days. The story is real , and the parts I do not remember I will make up. Okay, please be hush about the fact that, I didint really take any permission before I planning to write this story. Anyway , hoping that they won mind, let me proceed. This was a boy, an Indian of course, I said it's real in the beginning and he was kind of desperate. I can't exactly elaborate on the desperation on facebook, but trust me when I say he was. He used to be a good boy, now if that sounds contradictory , with desperate, then I would be like hey, look at is grades, so yeah good grades made him a good boy. I diidn't like him much , he was not my type, way out of my league, but ya he was kind of fond of me, no not that kind , normal "fond" ! Okay, let's make this very clear at this very point , that I am not writing this, in his fond memories or something, you will soon realise why, and to be very...