R.I.P. Idiot.- Killing the 'n'th one

Though P.S. are meant to follow in the end, but i was in dire straits here! Exceptions are excusable.

P.S.:For the idiots reading this,remember your life is in the best shape possible.ALL IS WELL.

P.P.S.:wait,i just went for a date with Lady Gaga.Ohh,these nightmares!!

P.P.P.S.:If you have watched 3 idiots and still haven`t thought what i am going to,better stick till the last.If you are dead tired,try reading the points and brackets.

P.P.P.P.S: Otherwise,stay dead.

I always urged and pressed upon my vagueness and obscurantism.My digressions and time travels ran into infinite bounds of time and space.But as i reminisce a certain LAST NIGHT ,marked by a series of events that were totally rationale and flushed my mind clear( though the flushes here are not working for the time capsule we are on,have some symapthy on me).

LAST NIGHT,two phenomenon occurred in front of a porn-free HP DV51104----
1. I chanced upon the highest-grosser ever of the B-industry,3 Idiots(this is hypothetical,actually i landed on the 2nd show itself,but this is fiction..digest it,you`ve galloped Chetan Bhagat`s curry masala also).

2. I took a raging fuckin` idiot(we don`t have sensors to beep here,do we?) by the scruff of the neck and presumably took it to point of no return and buried it safely.

My two stated points though seemingly unparallel,have a deep interlinkage betweeen them.Something will give sooner rather than later.

This is what i could make out of the voices i heard last night--

1. "apne dil ki suno,success jhak maar ke ayega(likewise)"

2."balaatkar is a chamatkaar and in India miracles do happen"

3."are ise aap jungli(wildlife) photographer kyon nahi banate/is jungli ko aap photographer kyon nahi banate??"(no,i was not drunk last night)

4."Naak beech main nahi aati if you follow your heart".

Let me clear some air here.I am certainly not a movie buff or a critic,so i am not bashing and wanting to garner some cheap publicity by pouring out flak on the movie.Movie was totally like-able and a laugh-riot for the most part.The movie caused a stir,a furious stir and my urges went boiling again.But before that,enjoy a time travel hallucination with me.
ZZZZZZZUPPP....BLACK....FAINT!!!!

From the yester years of my early childhood,i was always sedulous about my fantasy voyages with eye shutters wide open.As alacrous as i was about day-dreaming,it was more than just a past time for me,it fractioned a big chunk of my life as it signified the road ahead.The day i got the Gunn n moore bat 3/4th my size ,there was a lineament trip to dream land-
2010-sachin exit,ricky enter(someone had to fill in the shoes)

As matured senses grasped my existence and i got many ducks,this urge subdued only to unearth a fathom-seated one.I always crave for writings,literature always holds me tight,yes i know now!!.I am here,at 5 feet 5 inches, among the earthlings to be a writer.

A blood-shot drug,a colossal passion par conscience,a carving in the stone for me.I worked some ends for the bright lights i saw at the end of the tunnel(dreamt on 8 aug 2004) but the gruelling definite integrals and laws of mechanics blew up the mist.Perhaps the ends were too loose and light was too dim .
summing it up,till this part of the fiction,i wanted my life to end up as a -
1. writer 2. cricketer(or sachin tendulkar)

And we`re back into the present-
I fancied the movie to tickle me,caress my hidden urges.The movie was obligating to follow your heart and there was a spark in my heart for the past 3 semesters,B. TECH. was not my cup of tea(i hate tea,so it very well portrays the feeling).

The logic gates hold no logic for me,the truth tables lie,amplifier curbs my voice.It kicked me in the guts(no,i am not pregnant).I am not made for technical education but something else.I should have been an entrepreneur, or a writer or a photographer or a ???????

There lies the catch where the last night helped.A jack(ass) of all trades,average moron like me couldnot end up anywhere half as decent as where i am heading to now.I am bound to score a mention-able satti and land in some decent job.Still,it`s way more inside the safe zone than to pounce on the sayings of heart or of blocked youthful exuberance.

Consider these-
1. I love metal and hard rock.So now, should i now leave B.tech. in 2nd year to grow some hair when i am balding at Rakesh Roshan-esque rate?

2.Should i subdue my realistic dream of a land-cruiser to riding on rickshaws to a publisher`s office with my immature scribblings?

3.Would i realise only at the day of interview that i could have been a camera person??

The open-eyed dream last night just kicked me back to senses where i realised B.Tech. was the way to go for me.Well and truly idiot in me was laid to rest.

R.I.P. IDIOT!

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