Restless Times.

It sometimes feel that it's not worth taking the next breathe. When a child, it felt so exciting to be an adult... no studies, no disciplines. Well the latter defines an individual, no doubt. Today, it seems that staring at the emoty burner has more to it. It burns the inner self. Lots of mistakes. Not just three mistakes, as Chetan Bhagat wrote in his latest story, The Three Mistakes of my Life. Haven't gone through the pages as yet.
This phase of utter boredom does nothing, except make you feel sultry. What to do, what not to do, all seems so sublime, that it is worth to follow a vapour take it's course in the thin air, compared to the non promising, yet hopeful future. Contrary eh? May be. May be the touch of restlessness have been printing its present in my blog articles even. Presiously this was a place I enjoyed to write many many many articles. Many of them have been appreciated, and for the sake of those I used to write. But now, that hunger has also subsided. So dumbed!

This life needs some colours. A get away would, as I think would do wonders! But where... and with whom. The group cannot come together with full efficacy, as people now have jobs to manage. Its no more student days, no more Ghatshila times ( the magical days, comparable to my class X excursions and Presi excursions.) Missing them, and missing those days have now become the burning restless activities of modern times, in my life. BUT....

Be cool.