The conflict within.

"It's time.....isn't it?", she asked.

"umm....maybe", the voice replied.

"I don't want to go."

"But we have to.....don't we?"

"I dunoo.....do you want to go?"

"You tell me."

This arguement had no end. That was a fact quite well- known to both. But someone would have to give in, sometime.....somehow.

"Why is it that you always leave it to me?"

"Why can't you decide at the first shot?"

"You should take a decision somtimes......I can be wrong you know!"

"SO!!!........how does it matter even if you do make a mistake? You can always fix it!"

"Some mistakes cannot me fixed!!!"

"Then you will have to live with it."

Silence followed. Not much was said or heard for a while. After all, it is difficult to convince both, especially when they're the same person. The heart and the head reside in that one corp which revolts violently when they both can't take a decision. Both are right in their own way. But there can't be two rights. Can there? And even if they both are right, then who's wrong?

"We should go", said the voice with a very hesitant "we".

"No! I have to go. You'll just come along."

"Isn't that the same thing?"

"It isn't. Trust me"

"That's easy....."

"Don't bet on it."

"You sure you want to do this? I mean do you really feel that this is what you want to do?

"You don't trust me?"

"Of course I do?"

"Then why in Lord's name do you persist in asking me this? You, out of all people."

"sigh"

"Tell me something, what do you like about it?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing!"

"Then why are we having such a hard time deciding what has to be done?"

"I don't know."

"Why are you thinking so much then?"

"I'm not thinking......you are!"

"You me, what's the bloody difference? We're the same.Aren't we?"

"You tell me."

And here they go again. Back to the same old drawing board. Waiting for their decision is like waiting for Godot.

The Theory of Misconceptions.

"have you ever wondered why could never be friends?"
"did you ever believe that you and I could be friends?"

You say you're modern.........
I say you're worse than prehistoric.

You claim to be liberal.........
I say you're more than orthodox.

You say you know me better than anyone else.........
I laugh.....and ask you.......REALLY???!!!!

You say its all my fault that you are how you are.....today....
I say Go!.. But you're the one who won't.

You say you know what's best for me....
I don't think so.

You say it's my life.....but you won't or rather can't let me live it my way.......
I know you really son't care so I'm not cribbing......YET!

You say you're hurt........
I know that.......but you don't want to accept that.

You say you need me to go on............
I can help but you won't take it.

You feel that I can't do it.
How do you know, you never let me try.

You don't want to see me cry.......
That doesn't mean I don't.

Just because you couldn't do it, it's not the end..........
Not that I have to do it to make it up.

You want me to go away..........
I want to.....but you don't let me.

You want me to reach the top.......
How do you know I want to go there at all.

"every coud has a silver lining...........
mine has a golden one."

HAMMERED!!!!

yes. maths was horribe. why?. here;s the story....
Once upon a time, there lived a Council in a valley far away. Everyone thought this Council was a "student-friendly" one. Reason: Refer to the last 10 years papers and the frank sample test papers. Every batch that came and went had a smile on their faces when they left because the Council had made their lives. The ISC maths papers are never tough!.
But one fine morning, the Council woke up and said, "Our standards are too low!. Let's spring a bad one on them, then only they'll learn". And so, the unsuspecting innocent little children were subected to immense torture on the 7th of march, 2008 from 2:00 p.m till 5:00 p.m. Dreams and hopes of "stephen's" and "sri ram" were crushed. Little hearts full of aspirations and expectations were washed away by tears. yup!. the paper was BAD!
After solving all those 32 test papers and doing all sorts of text books this is what happens!

And now, this little tale shall end only after i have finished giving all my papers and the results are out. Till then, nobody's living happily ever after (apart from the ppl who's papers have been "damn good") and nobody's keeping their hopes up for a 90+. (well, i know i'm not!)
The "Council" is a BOO!