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A beyance is the one word that can summarize an entire month of my life. I have now witnessed how procrastination can lead to total inactivity which was unprecedented to me, heretofore. I would  not   say it is a very common experience in daily life yet fortunate ones (generally suffering from acute depression etc.) get to observe the ultimate prowess of procrastination. You essentially need to be procrastinating on every single activity which is not forced upon you by nature or college administration for a month to finally attain this state which I shall christen as Zombie Living . Zombie Living is a state where as a college student all you seek is basic necessity ( Food, Sleep and TV series ) and attend to most primitive responsibilities ( maintaining attendance and copying tutorials ).Zombie Living is, quintessentially, living by a code somewhat like a samurai: If I am at my room I shall watch TV series unless I am too tired to watch it, If I am out I am c...

Part I: The Paradox  "Life is somewhat like walking down a dark tunnel with a candle in your hand." A lthough the line in itself is explanatory, I would elaborate upon it to put rest to the slight amount of vagueness that yet lingers. When we are in a tunnel with nothing but a candle as single source of light, all that is visible to us, while making a choice of path, is a circumference of space lightened by the flame of the candle. It is very much analogous with momentary nature of our lives. Our future is dark as we are unaware of it; we might have some notions about it as we have of the path ahead but eventually it is more or less oblivious to us.  Our past is dark as it is unalterable and thus cannot be of any help. Some might argue that we draw experience from our past but then, to be forthright, how often do we learn from our mistakes ( someone did right say experience is the name we give to the mistake that we so blatantly repeat in past that it unlike...

N ot so long ago, I traversed a path pebbled though clear and towards a distant yet distinct future I did steer. Then the black clouds shrouded and black rain fell blackening all perceptions of the goal I held.  And thus were darkened all my dreams, my hopes, as I try to sail down a pitch black tunnel devoid of any rope that could guide me through these waves of uncertainties and despair that shake my soul with no hermit to save my self tormented by the wounds inflicted by my own  skepticism Just the belief of a better tomorrow helped me crawl in pursuit of my dreams.