Well at some point of time it will drive all your interest from internet, read F.A.C.E.B.O.O.K., and then you began checking updates on T.W.I.T.T.E.R (fine, I get it, you need internet for tweeting), where you realize that the people you are following have a combined IQ of 10 year olds - not including those child prodigies. . .
An insult to injury is when you get into serious stuff like contemplation..
------- What have I done to my life??
------- Where am I heading??
worse.. Why MBA??
and all such remotely related serious things..scary huh??
And there are moments when all that void in your life wants to bite your 'you know what'..
In an attempt to run away from your haunting conscience, you begin to think of a hobby like - walking a marathon, painting the campus red, sewing, knitting a sweater for your imaginary doggie, and blah-blah-blah!
Though your best option at hand could as well be your assignment, project submission, and the kindred..
You go on a wild geese chase to find the pink running (read walking) shoes, the red - oh! you call that red?? it ain't that red - paint, a portable sewing machine which you can carry in your hand baggage en-route to Ladhakh, knitting needles and wool in a city which has not seen winter since god knows when..(well I am living in God's own country) - the closest these people got to experiencing winter was in their AC rooms, and blah-blah-more-random-blah!
Now that you have chased every corner of the city - voted one of the best cities to live in (with ZERO success); you return to those vacant spaces again, look at all the possible deadlines and stare at your ceiling...
You do the slow walk backwards - in those crazy streets that sold - lip glosses, footwear, accessories, clothes and more clothes and even more clothes..to the day you entered into that dark room and put your bags in place - looking at the walls you said - there you go buddy for the next one year we are best friends and did I hear someone laugh? (yea it was my inner self) the next one year was definitely too much of a commitment because the next thing you know I was on my flight back to my hometown and the timing of that 'for the next one year' - i rather not comment on it, I barely spent 5hours each day in that room, which includes my daily beauty sleep!
The irony is when you look back - yes!! CONTEMPLATION time it is again - you do not look at the good things that are in store for you - like my BFF getting married on my convocation, so we look back only to realize - I missed my parents 25th anniversary..their silver jubilee..!
Now this kind of puts you in a deadlockish situation - wherein you can neither look forward nor backward, for the aforementioned reasons...so you start over and come to a point in your life where you were slapped with - W.H.Y. M.B.A?? :O
PS. Yes this is it, as the title suggests - randomly it shall end..!
Dedicated to INVADER - happy birthday! :)