What's the worst that could happen to you in a place which once thought of as 'Paradise' by you was in fact, an oven straight from the very depths of hell? And its inhabitants, no better than the Devil's little helpers? Well, this is a situation I've landed myself in and my pessimistic approach to life isn't helping much. Prince Charming is no where to be found, my fairy godmother drives me nuts with her 'consoling' words of advice pertaining to Deceit, Betrayal and Death and my own parents, the King and Queen of the land known as 'MyMind' keep flittering in and and out of my imagination while Satan's helpers are more than willing to carry out their diabolic plans. To make things worse, Satan can't resist waving my future degree in my face while making me walk on a bed of red-hot charcoal. A few days back I was so busy entertaining the thought of a new life and the complete destruction of my boring old one; I didn't see any of this coming. I wonder now what my definition of 'boring' really was. Three years in hell isn't worth a charred face, overboiled blood and a heart so black and burnt that its hardly recognisable. Why do I have to go through with this hell at all?Thats a good question and the answer is really very simple...to prepare for an even bigger one.
