IM'perfect

Songs played as de bus was moving pretty fast. The climate is cool and breezy as it is de beginning of de  rainy season. With breeze blowing hard, drizzling water droplets, calm sound and de smell of  de ground made evry1 in de bus relaxed. Playing a car race in psp... listening songs on my mobile... sitting beside a window while droplets of rain sprinkling on my face, de aisle person mi8 have thought i was enjoyin. But no, I'm not....!        I'm thinking. I'm thinking which college to opt. I'm on my way to decide my college (IPE ah VJIM). Thinking while turning de car, thinking while changing de song, thinking while watchin de climate. Y am i so imperfect? y do things mess up with me? I plan everything neatly but y don't i execute it to perfection?

As i changed de song I recollected Mudasir's wrds. Yeah, now tngs r quite different from my B.Tech, evrything is new now. New acedamic, new frnds, new faculty, new course and it should b new beginning and new thinking.

                    I'd ve done better if I ve thought that I ve to stay in de same coll for 3 more years with de same mates. I'd ve done better if I thought no classes vl go on for us, but v need to study rather dan criticizing de coll. I' ve done better if I thought it de best chance to prove myself. Atleast I would ve learnd from crayons. Some are sharp, some are pretty and some are dull, Some have weird names , and all are different colors, but they all have to live in the same box. But I didn't. Things can b changed by de way our attitude shapes.

                               But wot abt my I'mperfection? will I b imperfect for ever in evrything? Hmmm no, I shouldn't . I paused de game, decreased de volume, and watched outside de window. I saw de hills beneath de clouds, I can see trees and  land for some distance. Its an awesome view. But for a few seconds I closed my eyes and imagined de hills in perfect triangles, trees in perfect cylinders, ground flat as a cricket pitch. It was terribe, I couldnt see them. I opened my eyes and relaxed. I thought there is Perfect in ImPerfect. Yeah, beauty lies in Imperfection and Imperfection is what makes us happy. We feel happy when we hear unclear words from a little baby. Parents like it when der small baby try to walk imperfectly. We laugh at comedians when dey do imperfect things. It is better to find perfection in imperfection as finding music in noise than thinking abt the things I cant undo.