i withdraw support to ferrari this time...

its a strange thing - life... i was crying a few days back that i was wasting a lot of time doing nothing.. and now i am cursing father time for behaving like a drugged sprinter... and it is me who is supplying the drug in the form of curiosity... i feel like i want to jump into a time machine sometimes.. and some other times.. some very old and apparently mature voices thus: "my son.. take life as it comes".. i guess the producers of the cult movie "matrix" wont mind reading this.. i ask myself what i do at any point in time... my pop would have heard enough times about me coughing sarcastically when i am met with the same old question : "are you studying properly or..".. and poor mom will take that for a serious one and prescribe a whole set of tablets for that.. poor ie gets the blame sometimes when i go thru my ritual of flunking in my exams.. students from all over the country work really hard to get into this premier institute and their motivation levels dont normally reduce once they succeed in securing an admission here.. which does fortunately concur with the educational system and the profs who run the system in the respective institutes.. the question that always pops in front of me is : am n't i a systemic defect? amn't i the real culprit that the whole entrance exams and more significantly the people who set the questions try to kick out.. but blessed is my luck that they dont succeed.. students like me come and go.. how did i get in... the reason might smack of rationale when i say god's grace.. but isnt god one of the world's favourite excuses and answers when met with a puzzle of any sort..