Life as on 13th September

I'm tired. There are so many pressures, the ones that are being faced by any other confused teenager. The young blood, who are high on everything even without the use of drugs..

We, are the ones who know that we can do a lot, and its the real world that constantly keeps on defying our tenacity. It always tries to defy our integrity, the depth of dedication to our goal.

The onsloughts are so relentless, never ending. Sometimes I feel, that as if this is some sort of a death match that you play in games like Quake 3. The computer keeps on giving out more and more enemies at you. The moment you wipe out one batch of those scum bags, it presents you with another set of those.

They will keep on coming. There is no dearth of computer zombies who want to squish you to pieces. The only thing that doesn’t increase is your 'life bar'. You only have one life to defend them all. One way or the other they're going to kill you. Because they are infinite. Your life isn't.

And there is this dire resemblance of these Quake 3 dudes with our normal life. The things keep on coming. One on one. And there are times when you get cornered. That's probably the worst phase that one can go through.

A barrage of problems ransack your life and leave you squeezed out, empty, without the slightest of energy to exert yourself to do anything.

Your mind just sits there, pondering over those things which you know have no immediate solution. Yet, you choose to sit over it, thinking that some miraculous though would make all of those problems in thin air.

I really feel each and every person should be granted 3 wishes in life. Agreed, the wishes should have reasonable levels of sanity. But then, come to think of it, it wouldn't make much of a difference. Because within a year, the human would start longing for another dose of those 'free 3 wishes'..!

Funny but true.

Bottomline, this phase ain’t that good enough. Its saddening. The only option is, to stand up, take that rattling gun, and start fragging the problems out of life, like you always do, whether you’re cornered or not.