It’s a tiring day. It’s a real fucking tiring day.
First, one of my roommates ends up with 10 friends of his, most of them rockers, last night. And they wreaked up a havoc in the house. The whole house is full of rain stained foot prints, the bathroom drain is clogged by the maggi they had cooked last night, the whole kitchen has potato peels, water and chinese soup spewn all over. And to top it all, I had prepared Omlette and bread as breakfast for these guys, in the morning.
This blog is basically a chronicle of my life, and my emotions, since the time I first left home, in search of the oblivion, in quest of my ultimate goal. This blog has a lot of my memories that still manages to churn out a plethora of emotions within me, every time I wade through the cobwebs of my memory. While I was just a little teenager when I started with it, today I am in the transition phase of being a man of my own stature. And the journey still continues.
