What Do The Jobless Do...?

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..as if the world is now divided into the GOOD and the BAD...
...the deserving and non deserving...
..the people who worked hard in life, and who did worked hard but lesser then those hard working group of people...
...they say they need creative people, but all into the one who is indeed already into the company...
...the unfairness , or maybe that’s merely a reason to hide..
....keeping a check on the career sites, posting resume into the unknown spaces...don’t know if anyone ever reads them or not...
..tiring work and no result it reaps into...
...no company ever calls..no proper details they put on the sites..always feels as if hiding something or the other...some sites malfunctioning...fraudulent..phishing sites...
...and then the course to join, that even not properly available and even the admissions not going nowadays...

...its all so tough, when people ask what next...and I just don’t have anything to say....and wonder did I ever asked people what they do....

 ...the mind become all rustic...confused among an ocean full of things to do, and doing nothing.......even noticed myself that am not able to write with pen on paper...that's what the rust is...and many a times noticing that excess flab, that wasn't before..
...and those sudden 'guilt' attacks...the anger that bursts out from nowhere....the fountain out of eyes...

..being a fresher and there’s just excessive competitions...pressures to break you including both internal and external factors...
....on the surface feels am all cool and strong about it..and keep the hope alive that one day surely I will get something worth my skills...

..............and inside...as if every bit is shattering into pieces, the times when that strange shivers touch..the thoughts that blow like fire...melts like ice....mist that accumulates unknowingly.....

...yes am strong....and will always be......’weak links don’t show up so easy...
...let that heart die yelling...no one did ever listened....and I let the deafness approach me...
...and a lot many wishes...

. . . . .and through the day. . .just trying to console with a thought. . . .that there are a lot many like me. . .
. . .and . . . .a lot many unlike me. . . .


..and sometimes..its all a boon too, this time wonder when will it come back, the beauty of nothingness, pondering over thoughts, thinking about future, facebook hours, movies, television, sleep.... and what not...

......as the times approaching to the ends, as if the time is running short now....and the ideas hitting the brain more...!

...nothingness.... that will be missed each day... :)

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