I am wrting blog after a very long time... basically I am not a writer but the past few days have been so ....... (don't have word)...... . While talking to A.P. in college today i thaought of writing something. I really don't know who will take this in what sense...

In the midst of my absentmindedness, I realized how I, for around two years, haven't changed. How I was like a camera filming a movie, watching everything, but not exactly participating in anything and everything. How I saw everything everyone did, and just adjusted my knobs and buttons to keep on filming. And I realized who everyone really was, and I found it ironic, like all those other little things in life, that makes one really wonder why people put on little "acts" at all.

This all, sometimes, makes me sad.
Someone who pretends to be your friend, suddenly behaves like Foe (for no reason).