Well finally the shell has broken. Tired and beaten I have taken up the literary path as means of reassuring myself that I still have some amount of self-respect left. So as I go on forward let me bring out the essence of the title "Screwdriver".
I still remember one crazy night while i accidental tried to find a summation of all efforts put in and its ratio to actual results which go in my favour, the final fraction indicated my life had strange resemblance to the screwdriver. Because for the past 4 years of my life i have spend half of the time passionately screwing up my life; and the other half unscrewing it. So given the long run, i have loads of experience but still i am rooted to the same spot from where I started. And this compulsive trait has followed me in my journey in this weird place. I screw my midterms and then try to salvage some of my lost pride in the endterms. I desperately hope to be a romantic, to fall in love ; and when i do claim to fall in love with some girl after 4 months i find out that its not love at all. If i were to offer some more examples of this screwing business , well it would be long boring and idiotic( well an idiot only screws up his life ) .
Right now i am trying to unscrew one of the biggest screw-ups in my life. Another long journey ahead till i find my place again.
I am wise but i accomplish nothing, I work hard but i get no results, I am a romantic but still single, and above all i am blunt as well as sharp
Thats me ...... a screwdriver.
1 comments:
ohhh yesss ... the eternal screwdriver...i know this guy better than most of his wingies think they do. well, this is the only guy who has come closest to the screw-driver that I am...just that his un-srewing operation is far better than mine...!!! ... and yes, I am the one responsible/to blame for this guy realising that after 4 months into a relationship it wasn't love...life's tough ... and yeah, wud love to quite Sigmund Freud here...All men are heroes...in dreams.
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