Blue Hills Beckon

Busy, that word, we've heard it way too often, and mostly from our elders, parents. Never did I understand how they could be so busy as to not listen to me? Or not have any time for us, or sometimes straight away go off to bed. Well, till now I only blamed them for being lazy and boring, but now I'm actually learning the meaning of this word, and through HARD experience.

Let me tell you all that is on me.
1. Tuitions, actually you can call it my second school itself. I spend 16 hours a week there (4 days) studying all that the "gone-by" scientists have left behind. If my school studies is not enough, here's a BONANZA.
2. School, hmm here I do not complain. Honestly school is like a second home and it's a fun place to be.


Well, I know the numericals come out to be only 2, I tell you the magnitude ain't close. I can feel the heat now and I must tell you, it sometimes gets very bad and frustrating. But taking it all as a part of life, I go on, finding the happy moments all the way.

Sometimes I do wonder how did all this happen in just one year, how did I manage to get myself into all this, the thought just stays unanswered...........

I'm sorry to all my readers for I havn't made one good post in a long time. I mean I havn't really been writing from my heart these days, and let me tell you the reason, the truth.

Well, it may sound as an excuse but for the past one month, I've been overtly busy in my school work, tution work, mounting homework and rest of the junk work that bugs a 15 year old in Indian Schools(meaning endless studies).

So I would like to apologise for that. And yes, I will continue writing(obviously). But there's some good news. I'm working on a book. And in periodic installments, I plan to release parts of it, and hopefully there will be someone interested to read it once it completes, which might take some while.