Meet the dots

Happens to me too! This phrase has single handedly revolutionised friendship, sororities, kitty and or any other forum which brings people into a group and with these magical words binds their soul to the party.
From the time early cavemen started discussing their wives or food habit (whatever rings their bell if you know what I mean) to the time women discovered gossip (great discovery btw) to the time people started reading astrology column and getting amazed at how aligned it is with their life!
(Bogus, I say.)

One thing however cannot be refuted, how easily people connect with each other or inanimate columns out of sheer real life experiences! A survey taken out(by me) on fb statuses showed that ppl gave more likes to mutual everyday activities/experiences than unusual occurances.
For example, "I won an award in debate, so happy" drew me bullcrap of a response but when I said "change your toothbrush before it turns into a sunflower" I got a whooping acceptance. Some friends huh! But I guess its only human! Everyone connects to things they've felt. So I thought let's charge up the meter and start jotting down things that happened to me with a pinch of table salt!
Ahoy! matey, all hands on deck!
Always wanted to say that right?

Kickstart

June 2013, 13 never was my lucky number. But what happened wasn't luck, it was the culmination of wrong decisions. Ok, let's make a status check..I am 24, without a job, with a master degree in finance but a knack for marketing. I stay in a PG in hyderabad which has whimsical water supply and a drunkard minor for the PG owner. I am in seclusion cause facing anyone is like facing charges for negligent homicide- guilty as hell.
Let's wind up a few years to the flutter of the butterfly that started all this. Coming to bhubaneswar, mid year, failing to cope up with studies, falling in love..or so I thought, losing my senses in the utter confusion of aptitude and career. I took commerce though I loved science...why...oh well I thought commerce is closer to money..yup I am a materialistic moron. I chose to fall in love again..this time I blame my hormones..I guess puberty decided to make my body a camping site for german experimentation.
Ok so I love again..and this time I created myself a bermuda triangle of destruction..this is where I truly fell..never to get up again.
My dreams of being a CA was charred with the soot of desperation, impatience, obsession and my new found sin..being fickle!
I could never truly appreciate my relations, my career, the scope I was offered again and again and most of all time...which flew and from being a promising tomorrow...came frighteningly close to the end of days.
I just fell down the rabbit hole without even realising..I was carrying this broken mind to my doomsday celebration. Anyways, facts are..I did a regular b.com. and then went ahead to do MFC..don't ask..and ended up my beautiful relationship smearing my image with promisquity and intricacies that even I was afraid to face again.
I have now successfully given MBA Exams twice and and made 0 percentiles for the nation! Well not exactly, I scored well the second time but again chose a contract job to stamp over my dreams and become a sell out.
And as all things end, so did this dream of my beloved MNC.
Which brings me to now..how many chances can I jus throw away? How many relations do I have left to break..virtually none and chances are on an absolute scale of zero!

Good news..mom still believes in me.
Bad news..I havnt done anything to prove it.
Ok..so here's the kickstart...do or die...no no...do or let everyone down..yup...that ought to scare the best of us..