First day of summer almost over. Getting back to attending classes and thinking about studies is so depressingly abhorrent. Sometimes i just end up feeling like a mechanical being just trudging along through an automatic existence.

-> Get up in morning
-> Shower, Change
-> Attend Classes
-> Think about Classes
-> Think about Books
-> Think about Grades
-> Eat
-> Attend more Classes
-> Eat
-> Think about Classes the Next Day
-> Sleep
-> Dream about Classes

Vicious cyclic life. Going around in circles. Round and Round and Round.

Yeh dunya ghum rahi hai
Yeh dunya ghum rahi hai
Amber naach raha hai
Dharti jhoom rahi hai

Even that is a drunkard song waisay. Seems like every song I sing is a Daru song. Maybe it's just me. Maybe it's just the last week I spent where every thought of Classes or Studying was replaced by that of Alcohol. Perfectly justifiable replacement that.

Final thought of the day: I've turned into an ostrich!