Black fragrance !

These are days when i sincerely think about our prospective,in particular my prospective.These are hours when i ponder
about how i should i spend the next minute.The only solace i get is that the suffering is not just within me but it sprawls
to others as well,hence the use of word 'we'.These are tough times,for everyone.Even the beloved bear and bull have not been
spared.The urge to be the cynosore beckons us but ,but alas!!

I left my college with a mixed bag of emotions.The sense of belonging was being taken away from me,but on its other side there
was the optimism,a new world waiting for me with its exciting features,the pride and a euphoria to stand there with a armour to
withstand the vagaries of life.The armour was our college's name and the gladiator was this petite creature(petite by the weight
of expectations).The first two months were spent in arrogance and leisure.The third month brought me to the shores of inhabitated
island,like a foetus inside womb with everything but the umbilical cord.Strange,no,bizarre but yes plausible yet quite critical.My
previous mother(ITBHU) left me unwillingly coz she has been forced by the constitution to embark its child in every four years to
uncharted terriotries.But she took a great care and handed over me to a new mother with an assurance that she would foster me till
i become old enought o sail on my own.But my new mother(cognizant)dint approve me.The pundits say it wasnt her fault but she was
haplessly marred by the vicissitudes of the great grand mother,the free market.She never called me,dint care for me and here
i was left on to the shores of the virgin island.
The armour dint fail,no it would never but the gladiator was made weak by the vagaries abovesaid.He was not just ready.

Here i am in the lap of my new mother listening her lullabies.She adopted me when i was a destitude,she promised to nurture
me when i needed it most.And yes she is living up to her expectations but alas human race is never content and always looking
for more.In the annals of history we tend to forget our personal past.

So i wonder about my prospective,what i shall do.

Clues do come but making me more clueless. i dont know!!!!

~~Abhinav Anand Joshi~~