Well, at last the ominously awaited board examinations are done and dusted with.
The most disturbing fact about them (other than being deplorably overhyped) was that they started around 2 p.m.
The time I usually set aside for a (much deserved) siesta.
It annoyed me to no end and had me looking forward to six odd sets of three-hour exercises in anger management. Surprisingly, what those extra-conscious hours resulted in is far different from what I had expected.
Here’s to the end of school life, former boys and girls:
I won’t go for a proper by-the-books write-up until I’m certain I’ve gained some ground here.
And to think I was mouldering away all these days reading only what little my Facebook ‘page-follows’ coughed up.
My blog hasn’t had a proper ‘hit‘ yet- or that’s what my counter would have me believe.
But everything that gets done in this world gets done by hope(that was the Dalai Lama,if you’re interested) and hence I can’t let this disappointment of mine to last for long(that’s
hope for you folks-hurrah for the Blue Lantern Corps!).
Instead,I fell on to my old notebook for a suitable write-up.
What I found,however,was poetry.
Or the pale imitation of it that I manage to set down on paper at some rare moment.
What I found is the following
(Ties in quite well with the fact that this is a blog post,doesn’t it?):