Random musings of an absolutely free mind- part whatever

Its 12:19 am and I have nothing to do, so I get down to writing another Random Musing. Only to realise I have forgotten the number but what the hell, it is not an action series is it.
So I start reading a classic and I realise how difficult it is to read one for a person who likes to finish books in one sitting. I happened to re-read a very beautiful poem recently, written by another unknown writer and I must admit I am as spell bound by the writer now as I was then. So much emotion. I don't think it would be write to post the poem here without the person's permission (don't want to get stuck in a plagiarism row frankly :)).
My roommate and I got into some serious cricket discussion this morning (ask my roommate what it was :)) and all he could say at the end of the day was "Tu kaali zubaan hai be".
I am in the last chapter of my student life , the last month, the last 20 days actually, but strangely I feel nothing like I felt when I was leaving my engineering college. I feel no sense of loss, no sense of achievement, infact I don't feel anything.
I ask myself the key takeaway of the two years, stangely the answer comes instantanously and it is not what I thought it would be.
I still feel like a rudderless ship which is lost and does not have its compass, don't know where I am going.
Have I enjoyed the journey? Every bit of it. Am I enjoying the destination? No. Am I ready for another journey, the next one in the real world? Ofcourse. Have I charted the course I am going to take? No.
Why I ask myself why? I can see it clearly. There are two paths I can choose between. The path that is agressive, which I always thought was my dream. The other one which is the chicken's way out. I am torn between the two don't know which one to choose. But now it seems destiny seems to be choosing the path for me and I have no role to play in it. Like a famous author once said "All world is a stage and all men and women are merely players", it seems there is a force just toying with my dreams, aspirations and choosing a path for me.
What also hurts me is that somehow there are lots of people suffering but many people blaming me for their suffering. How can I be the reason for their failures I ask? I don't get answers obviously.
Oh yeah, the book of love of Arun and Prachi is taking shape, and after friends telling me there should be masala for it to be a worthy read, I have decided lets do it. I have not added the "masala" to the original love story but have decided to continue Arun's journey. Lets see where it leads us. From Arun and Prachi's story its becoming a story of Arun, which has now become a story of love and dreams from just love, but it is still predominantly a love story.
Ofcourse let me remind you these are random musings, which are just well...random. Till next time let the randomness continue.

A blurb of a book - a love story

This is a story of love. This is a story of love of the mango people -" the aam aadmi". This is a story of Arun and Prachi. A story of two people who complimented each other.
More than anything else it is a story of friendship. Yes, Arun and Prachi were friends. Best friends. It was not as though they did not need anyone else. They had other friends too. But there was something between the two of them. They felt incomplete without each other.
They grew up in different cities far away from each other but still were very close. They fell in love when they realised what love meant. Nothing mattered to them more than the fact that they were enjoying their today with each other. Ah! but this love story also was not meant to be. They were seperated.
They resisted but could not succeed as this was no fairy tale. But did the spark of love die down? Would their friendship die down? How did Arun react when Prachi went away? Did he truly feel love was the heart of life? Or did he move on to become the person his sweetheart would have wanted him to become?