It's not so much that we're afraid of change or so in love with the old ways,
but it's that place in between that we fear . . . . It's like being between trapezes.
It's Linus when his blanket is in the dryer. There's nothing to hold on to .
– Marilyn Ferguson  

Couldn't think of a better way to put across how i'm feeling right now,so borrowed the above..all this waiting for a discernible course or path to follow,this anticipation of a happily ever after,this wanting to slow down the last few months of college,this apprehension of leaving behind something valuable,this agitation at being at the epicentre of a volley of questions-answerable only by the tidings brought by time and fate...

Fate..naseeb..it's so inherently engraved in our Indian psyche..the standard answer to any failure-apne naseeb mein nahi hai,bhai..wonder why i started on this cynical line of thought..but it makes me cringe when i see people using it an excuse and on the other hand i wrap up my feelings deeming fate to be accountable for my future!!can it get any stranger??

PS: there are two kinds of people in the world-1.ones who've always known what they wanted to do with their life and 2.the others-the ones who are not really sure about it until much later ..technically,the first few are more rational and successful,but,boss,life in the latter group is more interesting-there is so much flexibility of options and exploitation of the same,culminating in richly varied experiences..lolz..giving a safaai for my inadequacy at this point of time.maybe.but i'll still stick to my notion-i'd rather be thick in the middle of this conundrum than lead a perfectly planned life..