Imagine yourself in a situation where you have put everything - your efforts,dedication and all you got and still didn't get the thing.
I know it would hurt a lot , but imagine that you get that thing but despite getting thing you are losing it slowly and you felt helpless because now its not the correct time .
Yeah now its hurts more.
Why am I writing all this? Little confused?
Well it is just a matter of time, everyone at a point in his life is weakest ( of-course emotionally ) and that time is must vulnerable ,wait no! no! I am not at that period of time
This post is about that times when we remember our glorious past and feel proud, this post is all about the human nature of remembering the OLD days and COMPARING it to the PRESENT SITUATION.
We all do that , admit it.
Trust me I am an Engineer. We might be weak in our subjects but philosophy , boss we are BOSS.
I can guess that most of you have already skipped few lines above and most probably looking for something interesting like typical Chetan Bhagat story in which I must be missing someone very badly who cant be mine or something like that ,isn't it?
Let me tell you an interesting story ( not mine )
A romantic story just isn’t possible for me. I shut my laptop a little harder than my faithful friend deserved. No matter how many silly love songs I played, I just couldn’t manage a sappy old-fashioned romance story.
Why?
Why?
To be honest I just felt a little silly writing it. There are farmers dying, children starving, families without a roof above their heads. Yet I, a privileged boy with more education than the average Indian, sat there trying to write some shitty romantic babble. My fingers were stiff as I switched songs.
Write about things you don’t know about, I whisper to myself. This isn’t a research paper or an official article. A fresh new perspective could open up areas for debate about the nature of Indian romance.
The world’s pretty messed up, guys.
I give up and shut my laptop down. Maybe romance will come to me someday when I see love (not the flowers and candy kind that the media pushes down my throat) happen in front of me. Perhaps even to me?
