Miss Confused's Diary

Again your favourite iridium landed in the Land full Of Mirages, I hope you never go there, the land of Confusions, the Confusoland. As if going there was not adequate enough, I landed beautifully in the marsh of marshes, the Wickedomarsh. I seriously hope no one goes there or lands there. The wish applies to both my friends and foes alike. Yet again I am here, and I don't like being here......... Confusions don’t leave my way and keep on haunting me like the ghouls in the blue moon night. I have filled up nearly all major forms for the two gorgon careers of medical and engineering etc..... Presumably the only two courses available in India, my country. But the thoughts spiral and spiral away, am I really interested in it????? Do I really want to don that yellow helmet with boldfaced "ultratech cement" embossed on it??? Do I really want to be the girl in Beautiful salwar kameez, clad in a white coat and a Maoist muff, this time white instead of deep green, with a steth...

I wish I could disappear into wilderness, full of shrubs and herbs or somehow vanish in thin air along with my idealism. Its just that my utopian visions do not seem to fit in here, they are not a perfect match in this world. The world nowadays means only to make money, mint money, eat and bathe in money. All of it is about settlement. Just because earth settled with a climax species- the irreplaceable humans, will the world mean all about settlement, stagnant thoughts, stagnant dirty water, stagnant lives, moving yet static trains, aeroplanes, rockets, all of it in instantaneous differential picture frames???? My radical thoughts have no place in this world( have I really mentioned that?). The world my little eyes can see far and wide is only about two words. Only two words matter the most to people. The world seems to be obsessed with two words "medical" and "engineering". For everybody around me - save My ma and My Pa- have only two keywords for careers- "...