DRASTIC DEATH OF A MISERABLE MORON (IIT-JEE N ITS AFTERMATH-II)

The Sunday dusk has its usual gloomy feel as the hostel rooms emanate sounds of laughter n music.Its fun,yet the mirth misses from the faces.Who did I refer to?Well,its US-poor kids who are suddenly ass-kicked,so that we may actually grow up!!We are the unfortunate people who are supposed to have a bright future.We are,the sophisticated morons.
(One of my friends objectd the use of the word "moron",coz this mite make people pity us.However,I insist on using it,coz this is what we have chosen for ourselves.And we only have our own greedy souls to blame.Ths article refers to the people who are unable to cope up in the fast lane,but wanna be there for strange and varied reasons.Like unavailability of another career....coz its the "in" thing.....coz our parents are droning us to become this all the while.....coz this brings famish with it.....whatever!!)
Life's realy tough when your mess bills are messing u up,u doubt ur girl is cheating on you and the end semester exams are coming up.What makes things worse?Well,the Sunday evening does.Its like a trauma when you know at the back of your mind that you have to get up early the next morning to rush to college and face the music for the entire next week,till you finally get two days to breathe.
Time and tide never waited for any measly man,and the greats never needed it to wait for them.So,the Sunday evening gets murky as the weekend fun heads for a climax.here are umpteen reasons that make you feel you jus wanna break down n cry.But somehow,you control the urge with unassuming ease,and surge forth to face the tormenting Monday morning.Maybe thts what growingup means-doing what u gotta do.Maybe,thats how all miserable morons grow up.Someday.