Karmic Disasters

I have never felt so frustrated before. All my life I have been told about how much I talk and argue and how difficult I can be sometimes and yet when the time was for me to react that way I chose not to. Now that conveyed a completely different personality of mine (a fraction of me is still a listener) to people who knew me just for a day or two. I became "weak and introverted" which everyone who knows me long enough would laugh at or atleast let out a chuckle. I am an extrovert through and through (even proven by psychological tests in my class). I am one of the craziest people I know and my guts, sometimes even I shudder to think of what all I have done. I know my enthusiasm is infectious and my passion can make people wonder what fuels my energy, my curiosity surrounding the debates on words, meanings and meaningless topics, I can talk till people ask me do your jaws hurt? What do you not know?

The more I learn the more I realise how little I know.

And the faithful day where all the communication that I have ever learnt in my life is put to test, I fail and that too so dramatically that I don't get recognised for the very traits that are my signature! That is called a karmic disaster, when the whole world conspires against you.

Life doesn't give second chances, I wonder if some humans do....

I am deeply frustrated to have not been able to get a marketing communication fellowship and all that I have done these past couple of years is learn this business.

Disaster, absolute.

And so the cookie crumbles

It crashes down like a pile of loose stones and boulders, of dreams built on a pile of trash,the crash is dusty and the dust surrounds choking me as I grasp for some fresh air to breathe.

You are an adventure seeker, what happened now?

Even seekers lose it sometimes. After all I am a human too, beyond a threshhold it is crash point!

How can you lose hope?

Oh well that I guess I should have lost long back.

I am another Dickens but the failure version of him. I came to seek new paths and find platinum streets, little did I know, little did I know, where the fittest survive the weakest are eliminated and I sure am not the strongest.

Where do I go now? What do I do?

Who am I? What am I? What am I doing?

Nothing really (chuckle)

Oh shut up!

Back to the beginning. Its a full circle.


Come lets go home...need a break.....

And so Alice decides her world will never be understood so she should never walk away from her wonderland. After all its a different view through the looking glass and only Alice knows, only she knows...
 

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