Pushing through the conclusive seconds of the 6th semester........the neural wires twitch to variegated objectives.The most sought after dream of my engineering career - to bestow myself as the training and placement secretary of this grand Technical Constitution.All the diplomatic moves crafted by me on its entirety, to scale the heights of this powerful post of the university.I twitter at the emotional blasphemy missiled by me to wipe away all well armored competitors off my way.On the reverse edge, i also guarantee that none of them could have made a better tnp secy. than myself. Ever since my inception to this technical grandeur, I had always wished to place myself somewhere to which everyone is made to eye with respect, do something that leaves every kith and kin astounded at my rise and spellbound at my strategies.Public opinions mean a lot to my senses.......what people think and what they might think, helps drawing out some useful calculations to my strategies. Power in real sense implies public support and reckless experiments.Haaaa..........i whooze out as i think of the complexity i hv put myself into.But honestly yelling out, i have become addicted to this sort of plannings and rulings.it seems as if life is a trash can without these dirty games.
All in all, it contributes to the making of MAN, streaming out the larvae from its cocoon to thrust the flight of freedom, thumping down all absurdities clogging the path to my dream.
Natural or manual strike ins, may sometimes cause slide down of the human temperament. The greatest trick to outdo this, what I have felt this far, draw philosophical conclusions from the same and maintain a blog. Use them as a source of inspiration when you are drawn to a similar state in future. Simply, be your own mentor.
