Freedom

Nah..not so soon..two more exams to go..two of my favourite courses this sem. (The title would've read Freeeedom!!! otherwise)

Remember reading somewhere that freedom is probably the most abused word and definitely the most abused right.

Not exactly in the mood to take sides and pass a verdict but was playing with my hair instead of doing the much needed coursework when these rather profound and disturbing thoughts occurred to me.

This blog was supposed to be secret.(Shh!!..walls have ears and windows can see.) The total readership of this blog constitutes three, most of whom are fully aware of the most insignificant detail of my mundane/ checkered/ whatever-my-mood-decides-to-call-it existence but I feel my 'Freedom' to post has been encroached upon.(thanks largely to slope-deflection method)

The one true course I liked this semester seems to be conjuring up riddles I can't solve..don't elude me so, DP!

The complete (or partial..I tend to exaggerate, at times) loss of 'DP fundaes' (*rinsing my mouth with soap water*) makes me feel a little stupid, or rather, like I'm playing hide and seek.

Like I'm stuck in a wrong place and all I'm trying to do by studying is prevent people from finding out how stupid I really am. Probably, that's all everyone, everywhere is trying to do..prevent the others from finding out that they aren't exactly what they claim to be or what their last grade card claims they are..like everyone's hiding a big secret.

That all that matters is how green your grass is..so what if you half killed yourself with the forbidden pesticide or fertilizer...you still have the best lawn and someone, somewhere is gaping and saying why is the grass always greener on his/her side?

I like the safe confines of my blanket..that's the only time I'm me..I can cry unashamed about the disasters of the day, cross my fingers and place my trust in some unknown for a better tomorrow, curse the same unknown the next day or sleep the most blissful sleep, cell clutched in my hand after a very special good night message.

Whatever it may be, it is my haven. It's just that when I'm on my bed it's too much of an effort to fight off slumber and keep those thoughts safe somewhere. That's why the blog.

So..I'm sorry folks but the traveling gypsy has decided to let her caravan tinkle down to some other unknown.

P.S. Honestly..could I have explained my great conspiracy theory otherwise?
And I know you'll read this in sometime sweetheart..but you know you're welcome to share my blanket any time.