Mad rush of life

People say that it is useless to run behind life; let life take its own course but when you are looking for the true meaning of your life, the obsession of finding that true meaning becomes like a zahir. Zahir in arabic means a search which is an obsession.
Life often shows us many ups and downs. we go down to the lowest dumps during our lows but inspite of getting raw deals from life we still are running the mad race of life trying to balance things which we know at the end of the day we cant. But inspite of that knowledge we continue to lose our peace of mind to do the things the society considers to be correct. Studying in good institutions, getting married, raising a family and then seeing that your children settle down.....but towards the end of our life we often have many cravings....there are many things we didnt do....or there are many things which would have liked to do.....but when we had the time we thought we were wrong and gave up the idea of doing it.
The same way we often give up the love of our life....be it a person or something often trying to please people about whom we could care less. in doing so we more than often lose touch with our true selves or as I say our souls. Most of us have played the game of 20 questions where we have more than often answered the questions in such a way so that we are accepted within the group we badly want to fit in.

Patshala

unfortunately we seem to have landed up in one such metropolitan patshala situated right in the heart of hyderabad. Calling it a patshala is also praising it. With girls coming in wearing payals, gajras, looooong oiled plaits and those typical looong gold earrings drives me nutz. Not tht any in my group has managed to remain sane. 95% of my class comprising of behenjis has resulted in we normal ones being termed as aliens and abnormal ones!!! sheez think of it u r sitting with 55 girls wearing gajras....reeking of coconut oil(so much oil tht u twist their hair and u will find oil dripping onto the floor) those typical sequined salwar kameez's tht they wear; coupled with the platform heels in which they can't walk properly to save their own lives is enough to drive Satan back to hell swearing tht hell is like heaven compared to BSc. I C. First day I land up in class as usual late and ppl go staring at me as if I hv commited a criminal offence and should be given capital punishment not to mention the subsequent staring as if I had landed not from some other planet but some other universe altogether.
As if this was not enough torture we saw our lecturers trooping in and I swear if shakespeare would hv been alive he would hv commited suicide. Their english is simply OMG. They will render the Oxford University English professors pondering over the syllabus and pronounciation they teach in there University. The IT lecturer beats them all with her wonderful english rather engleez(has an irritating habit of buzzing like a bee at the end of every word), and her 'oh so lovely!' pronounciation. Her explanation of the parts of the computer also makes me wonder are these ppl rt? hv I really come from some other universe where computers r smthing like food and water without which u can't live? well newayz she begins 'explyning' by showing the screen in front of which we r sitting is called the monitor and the box mind u box(enough to make bill gates tear his hair out) is called the CPU(eureka! great discovery she has made....umph....). To top it all she teaches us the memory storage devices as 'mamary szoraze devizes'....'zd(cd) romz'.... 'orgb'(RGB) lord her pronounciation is enough to drive u nutz not to mention her grammar.
One class when the 'prozector' refused to work she asked us to 'join the system' as her 'time was already delayed' which actually means tht we were supposed to work on the systems without wasting further time. I feel like sending her to some spoken english class so tht we dont 'delay our time' by trying to decipher her sentences and then figuring out wht she is teaching. Had I been in my princi's place I would hv built a mental asylum nxt door where we could get some treatment.