theory of something

everything is ok in the end. if its not ok. Its not the end.
LH-2 sucked anyway
ayush srivastav and santosh kumar agarwal…you guys can have your money.
I accept my defeat honorably and accept its humiliating consequences. Excuses though justified, are but excuses. So i hereby declare- I aint the genius i thought i was. You got me. My foolishness got me.

A Dreamer’s roll

Disclaimer: If not one of the three dreamers, u probably wouldn’t understand

For the past few days i have been contemplating the lousiest scenario regarding the dreamers. The three of us have a wavelength problem i think.
If the objective is lost in fear of other obligations then we are in fact going against the objective itself.
For a moment i thought it was a mere phase of anxiety where the three of us have lost our strings. But now i feel otherwise. Its more than that. Its like a backdrop virus. A slow uncontrollable destruction that no one notices.

A lot has changed since our first dream. It was a worthy evening. We had great fun. Laughed a lot.
The next one…same…but it lacked the spontaneity.
the third…got wrecked by a bad J. the Fourth…yet to happen.

For a time so close i have a feeling that logically i am wrong. But since when did the dreamers follow logic?
We are the masters of time. Or am i the only one who feels this power?
Or am i just plain insane.

Doubts and hesitations have no end in this case. But then, we are the dreamers. for us it need not be about doubts or anything. Its about the spirit of friendship, of brotherhood, of spirit itself.

I fear that the dreams will stop. Or maybe i might end up stopping them. The dreams were never meant to be a settlement. They were meant to be escapes. We never really got that i guess. Or at least, the other two didn’t.
I hope things change. Because the way everyone’s screwed up these days…exams in a month and shit, i have a feeling its going to be impossible.