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Stupidity reigns...

A moment wasted never comes back... sometimes it haunts you forever...

I ask why... why should I be doing what I decided not to... infact life goes on forever asking more from you...
I am missing mayank as my study partner.. I have no one to study with...
I am missing the questioning gaze.. my face writh with regret...
I am missing a brother... I am missing the joy of continuous study...
I am missing the continuity of ideas... and their rejection by sound logic...
I am missing a lot of things I like... most of all.. the sounding board that he used to be... and the contempt with which he treated my ideas... and his sparse praise...I miss that as well.. he kept me on the path I wanted to tread.. never letting me move away...
I need to find someone who can keep me on my toes.. I need more than a brother.. a friend.. someone I can respect, fear, admire and love...

A sunday wasted... Sometimes Sahi comes close but then sometimes he does not.. he has life other than this.. and He is right in that...
Rest are not the kind I had like...
Send me someone... for I want to tread the path which is difficult and wrought with difficulties... I had like to... I am asking for it...

The carbon credits paper submitted with little to ask from the third author... a disappointment... indeed...
The commodities paper needs some inspiration... mebbe Rudra will provide the spark...
The capital structure needs infusion of something better...
The ppts on Investment Banking are coming out right... but they need more of me...
The studies are rotten... I am not able to keep focus...
Maybe I need to change my schedule... I need to work days now...
I need to set some golden rules... I need some rules in life...

Anywayz life goes on... and I am missing too many people...
Nana.. I will come to see you... I promise and I promise not to cry...
I have broken too many promises... But I still continue to live on...
Mebbe I should live on...

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