Impressions of a burdened mind

My friend is writing a post and less work in office are perhaps the reasons that give me impetus to write a post.

It has been a long time since I have written a post and although I always give an indolent try but the thought vaporises in the atmosphere like the smoke of my friends cigarette in the evenings.Yesterday I thought that I would transform the weightless figments of my hackneyed imagination (as new thoughts don't come to me nowdays) into some lead using my 'credit-suisse' pencil.

But as it has been for the last few days as I sit to write the only thought that wreathes me forms a layer impenetrable for the other thoughts and the denouement ---only CAT appears in my mind--- and I begin to think
of the strategies that would suit me best during the exam not changing my strategy too much but just adding a few minutes here and there to different secions.

Nowdays ,as the exam is approaching, when I wake up I want to
have the pencil in my hand so that I can finish the problem which I approached confidently in my dream but again before I breach my subliminal thoughts the problem vaporises.

But I won't blame myself for this as it means too much to me at this moment so sometimes it is good to be insular in your imagination as it helps me to focus on my goal.

Nowdays whenever I feel that I am losing my motivation I immediately search for inspirational quotes on the netjust to satiate my tremulous willpower with the thoughts of others as if my thoughts are trespasser in its domain and I think it happens at times when others are needed to inspire you when you can't motivate yourself.

Last day I read Mohammad Ali's quote -- "I hate every minute of practising but I do it as I want to live the rest of life as a champion".

Memoirs

I am in a very good mood..maybe I have been no better than this , this year(..Siddhartha remember this day.19th of june)...I found something which i never expected.. something that was lost in an oblivian ..yes this something was my memoirs of childhood ..(best time I had in school)..I had never thought that I would ever ever relive my past with one of my friend who was always a redoutable opponent to me in every sphere...but a good friend.I always imagined why I was so unlucky that no close friend to me ..(during my childhood)..does not remember me..I never forget them they are still with me in my memories..I use to think that I was the only person whose childhood had left such a strong impression..that I was embedded so deep that I couldn't come out even if I was a superman..(come out flying like the superman who always come to rescue the needed)...Here the superman didn't come but a superwoman came...(sounds a little filmy..haha..but true)..took her own time but she came..To discuss with her the minutiae detalis of that time was an absolue delight as she has also very vivid memories of our past...Thanks for saving me.

After all i can write...

Whenever i read blogs or some good literature i always become agog to establish nexus of what i think and what i scribe ....as i always have faced a difficulty in my earlier years to write what i cogitate...i was never ever interested in literature..what i liked was unriddling problems related to physics , maths and chemistry.....its only when i joined college that i took the initiative of accruing words to my vocabulary which never existed..i was so much stimulated and excited when i came to know that there are words which exist for elucidiating your feelings on paper which were playing hide and seek with me...in which i should put more emphasis on the antecedent...i started to read books related to vocabulary,newspapers and magazines always inquesting for words that can leverage my vocab..i think this quest is incessant so still i have to go a long way to say that i have words to imprint each one of my feelings.