Me, Myself and the Matrix
Have remained such a screw up for so many days now. The entire semester seems like this chaotic period, which brings nothing but bad news for me. All I have had is repercussions fro what I had done or had resulted out of my petulant behaviour. How can I even call myself mature, for such an erroneous existence of myself. Damn! My final days at BITS-Pilani and all I have been doing is cursing myself for something and someone who have changed. Maybe I have grown numb now, after innumerable tiffs, I now have come to realize how hollow it all has been. Be it the people, the the system or best of all my own behaviour. Will I ever want to come back to this slurry of twisted emotions and uncalled for melodramatic outbursts. As I have always believed the entire flaw exists in the system itself, The Matrix to the Wachauwski Brothers philosophy.Each and every occurrence gets me closer to the hard realities of life. Rock hard I must say, impervious to almost nothing. You know what when I start writing I almost get transported to to a desert, swarming with rusty machines , the stench of rotten iron almost nauseating. I usually land up here questioning myself , “Why should I even go through all this?”. Almost immediately I am gagged with an answer, “The decision is all yours…The Blue pill or the Red pill?”.
posted by Swarna Subash @ 6:28 AM
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