...It stings.
I wince.

Boredom is no longer an issue, it seems.

I wake up and walk to the water fountain.

I feel bored and look at the notices- I've been gone for 3 days-

These are the new ones...
- Lecture on the applications of fluid dynamics in Engineering. (Blegh)
- Business Plan Writing Competition (Meh.)
- Coding competition by the Computer Science association. (I'm not good enough.)
- Ad Campaign Design Competition.
- Mister And Miss Oasis Competition. (They've been pestering me to join this. NO.)
- Short story writing competition. (Hey cool.)
- Suicide Note writing competition at midnight. (Awesome!)
- BLAB (An interjectory extemporary)
- Comedy Performance by Mr. Sunil Pal, Tickets on sale.
- Solo Dance Competition/Dance-Off in the open amphi-theatre tonight.
- Open Mic: A Bathroom Singing Competition.
- Photography Club Presents... Exposure- Exhibition-cum-competition. (Hmm, I have a camera now)
- Treasure Hunt (Think you know campus?!)

Damn, I don't have enough time to take part in/go see all these things. I'll have to pick a few.
If this is what it is like when we don't have a fest... what will it be like when we do?

Scratch 'neath the surface.

I wanted to know the state of my mind.

So I closed my eyes, and listened to it.

Once again, I stood immersed in a silent, neverending, roar... a hurricane rampaging chaotically throughout my psyche- seemingly without any purpose or intent.

A storm in one eye, invisible to all.

This is my peace, like a devouring mine-fire, it intensifies and subsides on the surface, but survives uninterrupted underground. Like a whirring machine, and a turbulent flow. I wish the machinery of thought and action would just cease, for a change, no analysis, no calculation, no estimation, no doubt, no fear, no anger and no desperation... no destructive obsession...

I cannot deny that it is an enticing prospect then, for something something to numb the pain, to drown out the noises and shut down the machine... but peace obtained through chemical means is not silence, it is deafness.

I can imagine true peace, perhaps I have experienced it before. There is no hatred. There is no self pity, no self doubt. I want that- for there to be no connotations and implications, no petty prophecies, and for me to be certain that what I do is pure action, done without ulterior motive or malicious intent. Confidence, assurance, will come naturally. Wisdom will follow.

Just what am I, if I must doubt my own intentions?

Question from a Facebook Quiz

			Your son comes and tells you he is going to be a missionary in Africa, you If that's God's plan for his life, you are okay with that. hope he will be safe and you know you will go crazy missing him. you pray for direction for your son, that he will do what is right. You help him get ready and already start planning a work and witness trip there you know that doing the Lord's work is always fulfilling so you are excited for him
			Hidden Option-"Go back to college you stupid moron."