I may be headed for doom!
Diary entry for 27/9/09 :
Too much free time and no new fiction to read does this to me : I suddenly get very philosophical and nostalgic(not in a good sense at all), search my personal diary. Then I read all its previous pages(not posts, silly) which are invariably written in trademark HT City language, the one which only Disney Brar-Talwar can manage. And then I write a new page, full of grouses with life and resolutions for the future – only to get up late the next morning and find a new novel or catch the latest movie and lead life the usual way. Nothing changes.
Confessions :
- I have no control over my life.
- I am proud of nothing worth being proud of in life
- My parents have done the best they could do for me. Can that pass for a confession?
- I may be headed for doom.
- I am a stranger to myself. Most of the times I don’t even know what things I like.
- Many times I just pretend to have strong liking or disliking.
- Music is not as important to me as I presume it to be. Or wait, I think it is.