Lost in the mist

I haven’t capitulated to the blatant truth that someday I will end up working in a lowbrow mining PSU (to be precise…CIL) and so I prepare for CAT even when I am melancholic.

The graffiti (not exactly) on the desk that I usually prefer to occupy testifies the same (Though sketching practice, rough drafts of letters, blogs etc are more profound...after all,‘all work, no play’ would make me dull ;)).

Last Friday, I was dismal (not because of the weary lecture).

When not in class, I listen to music (especially death metal) at the highest volume to get on to my nerves and cause me headache…at least this renders me with another issue to focus on…

All I could do was to engrave (I was exasperated) something on my best friend ‘desk’…

I wrote…

Dark, dilemma, delusion…
Dusk, dearth, depression…
(Now you know how I prepare for CAT)
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It was Monday and life had been stagnant like a dirty pool of water…
I was dismal, again...

I sat at the same position (I always do)…
Out of frustration I resorted to jot down something…

As I looked down, I read something obfuscated…

Just below what I had scribbled on Friday, I read

Yet is a dawn, yet is a damn direction…
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Desk…

It became my tutor for handwriting improvement when I was a kid…
It became my message board when the teacher was strict…
It became my expression when I was glad or frustrated…
It became my accomplice when I had to cheat…
It became my sketch book in Bahuguna’s class (and ever after)…
It became my letter when I was in love (now)…
It became a forum when I had a query…
And now, it helps me in finding solace when I am in pain…

I wish, if it could only have an outreach to someone!

P.S. - if only, I were in class now…at least some ‘graffiti’ might have perked me up.

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