Random Thoughts

Money. Happiness. Tons of Shit.

'Why dont you do your masters?', she asked. Polite. Sweet. Happy. That's Mom. 'Everyone's doing it', he said. Cool. Loved. Admired. That's Dad.

My brain formulated a quick 'infinite for' loop to repeat my parents words throughout the day.

Damn.

Here I am. 23 years old. Working for my second firm.

Quit the first one. Among the world's top 3 IT services companies.
Working for the second. The world's leader in enterprise planning.

Fuck.

I am earning tons of money. I have saved a lot. Happiness?
MS. MBA. Happiness?

Crap load of shit.

The 'for' loop's still running.

Start...Testing One Two Three

Clear. Post. Useless.

Why am I doing this? Why am I playing with words I dont even know? Why am I hiding? Am I posting stuff here just 'cos I'm afraid to talk about it in public? Friends. Nothing. Clear. Silent.

Shit. More Shit.

Why am I unabashed at the extravagant praise? I quit long back. What? Happiness? Love?

What do I want to do? Nice thought. Scary. Weird. Creepy. Inexplicable.

Optimism is overrated. So is sex. But I like sex.

Existance. Silence. I don't do drugs. So why do I sound like this?