GMAT Saga on a roll

Well long time I have been out of this, with no excuses, whatever, well I think that the next 31 days would be a saga about my quest for GMAT. I think that the next 25 days would be the same amount or more torture than what Mr. Haneef must have gone through in the Australian prison. Well I think that this may be my last shot and I don’t want to loose it. Well time has come to do something Stupid as stupid can be, but with a box of chocolates. With my friend coming from South Africa today, her is supposed to get me a bottle, which I want to open as a part of don’t know what.
So the quest starts...

My Fastest

After loads of 'Google, I completed 'The Afghan, a novel by Frederick Forsyth, that made me realize that for the past 3 months I have been wasting nothing, but my time on train traveling and not reading any books, which has been my hobby since a decade.
Well coming to The Afghan, did a lot of search on net which made me understand what Al-Qaeda is and the threat it poses to the world. Well a beautiful monotonous written novel which makes you so indulged, that you want to know what will happen next. The novel tries to bring into you hardships which are faced by both sides, where in, I would love to call the US and UK, allies and Al-Qaeda, AQ.The description by Frederick really sounds chilling though it maybe not true, or even harder than what has been described. The story evolves round an AQ person in capture, named Izamat Khan , and the dummy which the allies send into AQ,once they come to know about a mass destruction project ,which is about to be undertaken by AQ.The spy is by the name Colonel Martin whose role is very well described. The novel is written in a monotonous pattern, in which the author tries to describe the history of the recruits. Overall I would rate the novel with a rating of 3/5.
The novel, though not my best, gave me a ‘blop back into reading and also helped me to build back my confidence and concentration. Just finished the book in 5 hours which was not that bad huh!! Hope to start with 'Galileo’s Daughter' which was bought by me nearly 5 months back. Plan to finish that soon too. However, have understood something that, my affection for reading still exists.

Mollify

Tonight!! Well this is the first poem I am going to write for my blog

Sitting in this world untouched
A morose within me morbid in the head
What is this ?
A Promise unkept ?
The boorish attitude breaking again
Heading up to my head, a conscious regained
I try to demur against this move of his
But thats what i was starting to miss
The enzyme within enthralls the ennui surrounding
Indistinct voices incite the encumbering
What i limn is a portrait of hunger
Manacle required for the massacre
An odor too noxious filling the atmosphere
Renaissance is something what i Fear
Into the darkness is what I near !!!

GraveYard Shift: Unknowingly Malevolence

""The graveyard shift or "grave shift" is a popular name for the "third shift" covering the early morning hours such as 11 p.m. to 7 a.m. or midnight to 8 a.m. According to Evan Morris, "Most authorities agree that the 'graveyard shift' took its name from the spookiness of working the 'ghostly' hours after midnight, perhaps in a nearly deserted factory with only a 'skeletal' crew on duty." "" -http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shift_work

That was the shift I had finished after continuing with the morning shift making it a really 16 hours job straight away. I was on my way to home, some 25 miles away from my workplace, and , amazingly after sleeping in the local (In Mumbai you have EMU (electric multiple units) running from the main city to the suburbs), everything seemed to be still ashen around me. Suddenly when we were crossing the Thane Creek Bridge on the way, the benign climate suddenly became really bad with a gust wind and the sea looking really wild. That was the day which I was hoping to see!The wild sea which always had fascinated me, but then suddenly a gash of wind knocked my bag which I was always chary, off the train going at a little less than some 60 miles an hour. All I had to say was Aaah!! Reaching the station I was determined to go all the way down through the busy railway tracks to find my bag just lost by me, clamoring around that I was at fault. First I was hesitant to even go there, but then the thought of my chemistry lab attitude of "Everything is Empirical" was enough to help me carry on. The tracks now with hard rain coming in (sufficient enough for me to curse the Gods) were no doubt encumbrance, and that amalgamated with my so called fear, was sufficient enough to prevent me going any further. The lashing sound of the waves and the thundering and rattling sound of the EMU, every 5 minutes was embarking in my a fulmination to continue any further, when this idyll and illicit journey was suddenly came to an end when I saw too guys carrying my bag.

The way back did not seem to be as distressful because I had company, a company of two guys who were scared enough that they would be caught by the so called guards because what we were doing was against the laws.

Though what I had done would be sounding mettlesome to few who know what I have tried doing, but then the experience was perilous and could obviously be pernicious. But now I have an attitude which is very sagacious. But then a piece of advice "being stolid helps you to unearth efficacy"