How do you feel when you get the question paper in an exam hall and scan through the questions and realize that you have only a vague idea of what they are talking about?
Empty? Angry?
I felt that way today. I know that a diary is very important for you to jot down what had irked you the whole day but I personally find it very boring. More than that I am scared that someday someone might find it and get it published and become a millionaire. No, don't laugh. I AM BEING SERIOUS HERE. So many people in so many places and so many times have just put down their thoughts and managed to sell them. And my advantage is that though I am studying journalism now, I have a marketing background. Deadly combination! Whatsay?
If I had a longer hand I would have patted myself on my back. Oh, forgot to tell you that I have a splendid sense of humour. And I am trying to laugh now.
I think I have repeated the same mistake which I had repeated so many times some years back.
But repetition makes a man perfect.
And I am looking forward to committing the perfect mistake.
As for the exam I will just pray.
