I now, sit in front of the pc, contemplating what this post should be about. As i scan through earlier posts, i'm surprised. Was i the same person who wrote all those fairy tales (if i can call that). What was that which made me key in those sentences. I don't know the answer to that question. No.

Being a year older, than i was last year. Does it make a difference? It should, right?

It perhaps does. As i look at myself; posing, in front of the mirror, i wonder. Has anything changed? Things obviously have. Not evidently though. Perhaps, i've unconsciously imbibed them into my being. So much so that, i can't select one and define it as such. Incidents (whatever happened); did it occur for the better or for the worse; i'm clueless about that. Wish i knew the answer to that question. Providing solace to the frayed mind could have been better, then; i suppose.

What do i write? It's nearly been 2 months since i actually wrote anything. That apart, i wonder if anybody is following this blog. At all.

Final sem -M.Sc is hectic. Very true to the word. One realises that 24 hours simply can't make a day. Moreover, disaster upon disasters. Leaving midway and running to the shelter of one' house seemed to provide solace. Why couldn't i simply shrugg it off my shoulders? 'Big deal' was the word everyday, then. When things appeared all right. Why can't i look forward, straight;and walk with my shoulders held high?

Those last days spent with friends. Does it have to end? Scrap those day-long shifts in the lab, trying to squeeze in interpretations from confusing results. Friends can sit and yap around 24 hours. We were bid farwell. Fare well in your future days. A fervour wish hoping for all tidings to flood one's path.

I've exams in a couple of days. I've to be cramming knowledge into my head. Understanding 5' UTR in the mRNA of ferritin. Biotechnology is a mish-mash and vague; of all things biological. It's way to technological for biology. Life science and technology, the bridge; i need to imbibe it. Cell biology is better. Or, enzymology seemed better. Or am i saying this because, enzymology is past me, and i think i know the subject better.

It's been days since i met anybody friend online. I so want to do it. I seem to be missing it, a lot. As i play my type of music. Slow and fast, one after another.

One more month, and i don't know what i'll be doing. atleast for now, it's cramming time. Happy cramming to me.