The last followers

Violins seemed to be strumming away to nothingness when i finally arose this morning , or was it just a ambiance exerted by my own corporeal being . I would never know , not that i would really feel a concern for the rationally base the extended source of Music . Although i adore music , the uncertainty and the blankness one has to face every living moment of one's life is greatly intensified and its stature , like that of the large Colossus ridiculing the narrow world upon which he exerts his rule , reaches its apex in the weary bond of time that is generally referred to as MORNING.

The sleep hadn't yet decided to abscond my every so fragile untoward mind. Dangling free of the SAND man's will , sleep seemed to linger independent of all restriction and extending its powerful bounds to infinity and beyond.

I wouldn't say my day went oo soo well , because pros and cons must never be referred to in the hyperbolic sense.

The morning seemed to be rather monotonous stretch of time , lamenting its own existence , and the sun seemed to be too drowsy to radiate its every so brilliant golden rays infusing life into every last physical element and striking trepidation in every metaphysical .

Every being seemed to be overwhelmed by stupor , and sleep's will encompassed everything.

School wasn't any better . Or rather put it as , it wasn't much worse.

The same teachers expressing the same opinion of the faculties exhibited by a student , and the same accusation of not studying and the same cliched response by the anxious learners , although their apprehension seemed to be radiating obviously off their sorry faces into the insubstantial moods of the learners.

"AMIT !! you have lost 10 marks for not writing the question number".

Don't this people every find real reasons to slash my grades. And then more agony , there is this seemingly so called friend of mine who is in an erroneous conception that his attitude extends even to the boundaries of what can be called COOL.

No, he isn't by any stretch of imagination , COOL . IF you have perceived the slightest trace of the person in reference , good for you. And if you HAVEN'T better.

Many people are driven into unjustified thoughts (including the person i reference) , when there are experience which extend a base for their atrocious thoughts. There are many people who think they can represent facts and faction in their not scarred and unblemished condition , unswervingly , from the minds unto visible form that thoughts assume , better than i can.

Well , i wouldn't serve as a coy , who would conceal this people in culpabilities , I am beyond all this behaviour . These people never seize to amaze me. Always in thought that their existence stretches enhanced to others and constantly competing against me , on no account realizing that their effort is but an unachievable reverie of compositely linked dreams.

And people seem to purloin accepted wisdom from others , represented in all their shortcomings the same ideas that others have already divulged through higher channels.

Shocking, outrageous, scandalous, discreditable, reprehensible there are not many words which shall effectively convey the insignificance of these impostors.

Until i find others who humor me i leave you with this much.