Aqsa

Finally, this year I’m ready to try new things out. After one unsuccessful attempt this year I’m open to “back ups”
Call it by chance or a plain majboori.

As Pooh always joked,

Beggars are not choosers!

Though, the back ups are good enough but I don’t know where the heck I’ll dump this passion I had for research. Let’s see where I’ll land up… the only thing that bothers me is… I have started missing those long night sessions I had with my BT books! Though I enjoy writing as well but I don’t know how will I survive without these cutely ugly viruses, miles long chains of nucleotides and that smell of formaldehyde!

Expectations make matters worse!

(Quiet a thoughtful thought, isn’t it?)

I’m trying not to let myself expect anything out of everything. But expectations are a part and parcel of human instincts and unfortunately or fortunately I still haven’t lost a few of them…

The romantic inside me wants to continue dating those good ol’ BT books!

So, till the time I’m not fixed somewhere I’ll keep my fingers crossed!

I have a very strong feeling that I’m addicted!
I’m a shop-a-holic!
I don’t remember when I started enjoying shopping, since as a child I was always sick of shopping!
If I’m not wrong then it was in my first year that I started shopping for myself. Clothes, accessories and bags! Phew….. I started enjoying shopping as kamla nagar was just next to my college and me and my friends religiously frequented “banglow road� like any other committed “Hansarian� would!
I remember how my friends from other colleges envied us as we were just next to the coolest spot in north campus….!
It started off with a small fraction of my pocket money and now… Look at me! I waste all my money buying things that I don’t even NEED! What’s wrong?
I guess I need a strategy here….
Possible options that I have….
1) Continue wasting all my money and stocking things.
2) Buy myself a pair of blinkers… they use for horses!
3) CONTROL myself!
I remember sometime back, in TOI I guess, I read about this addiction. And I laughed…..hey look people can get addicted to shopping! My initial reaction was… “Don’t tell me shopping is a disease�…
And now… a little bit of self analysis is enough to tell me that I’m dangerously infected by something called a shopping spree!
Whatever it is….a fit or whatever but all I know is that I end up cribbing and messing my already messed up closet to accommodate things things and more things!

I’m a helpless freak!!!