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!

kahan aake rukne the raaste
kahan mod tha usse bhool ja
woh jo mill gaya usse yaad rakh
woh jo na mila usse bhool ja
tujhe chand banke mila tha jo
tere saahilon pe khila tha jo
woh tha ik dariya visaal ka
so utar gaya usse bhool ja
woh tere naseeb ki jo thi barishen
woh kisi aur chhatt pe utar gayi
ab toh ae dil e berehem
usse bhool ja usse bhool ja usse bhool ja

-Anon.