Ghost in the deserted city

When the sun is alive and the darkness fades,
the wandering ends and i crawl under the shades,
When the moon is reborn,
I become the cold of death, searching, waiting, for the victims to stop by my humble facade.
I wander and wander until i find someone to surrender,
I dont taste wealth for it is bland,
rather i find the love and compassion of a soul, intoxicating.
There were days when people believed in love,
those were the days when i filled my alcove.
Soon the lives became complicated, making it tough for the relations to exist, neither i was the reason nor any other but the mankind itself.
Now, I am nothing but a lonely ghost wandering in the deserted city, for it has lost its fame in the whirling fires of selfish flame. Wars came and went, taking the lives before i had the chance to prey on them. My clan thought we were the ones whom the humanity feared, but it became clear that the humans feared no other than themselves. Filled with greed over money, lust and power, they brought havoc. the days of wisdom are long gone. I do not hear the stories of legends anymore, rather being a ghost i became sick of hearing the same wailing cries of lost lives, fighting for a chance, wishing for a gulp of air, sip of water. Slowly and slowly, the demons too dissolved, ghosts found peace in their degraded bodies. I was left alone since i had no idea where my body was too.

When the sun is alive and the darkness fades,
the wandering ends and i crawl under the shades,
When the moon is reborn,
I become the cold of death, searching, waiting, for the victims to stop by my humble facade.
I wander and wander until i find someone to surrender!!
Under the hood i wait, with my empty eyes,
for there is nothing but hollowness left in the world to fill the gap!!!!!

Stinky Shitty System: thesis of an NITian

Abstract:
NITs, IITs, IIMs, Research institutes, Labs, there is a never ending list of prestigious educational institutions in India. This article deals with an overview of my life at an NIT, my actions and their consequences. Do no think I'd be writing about material and methods and validation of my experiments with educational system.
Introduction:
After a strenuous struggle for a week, I cracked GATE, which was fortunate considering the time i spent to crack it, but still unfortunate since i got into a nightmare for 2 years of endless struggle, I'm finally going to breathe of air of freedom in less than 2 weeks to come. My name is Anudeep Krishna Bheemineni, as my blog profile indicates. I have been doing my post graduation here in this NIT for the last 21 months. Got to say, when i first stepped into this prestigious institute, I did not feel an awe or was struck with mesmerizing view of scholars streaming through the gates. It seemed normal. There was one year of course work and another year of project work to complete before i got my degree.
The first 6 months were the best of my life. I went to swimming, gym, partied almost everyday. It was a living dream. And most of all I studied too. Well........lets not stress on my studying part more. I studied enough to get through regulations. Made new friends, many friends. Most of all I had time to do what i wanted to do. I was pretty arrogant too. Didn't care for rules, regulations. I came and went as i liked, studied as i wished. Midst of all these I didnt see the troubles i am going to face for all my actions that seemed fair enough then,
Actions & Consequences:
My first notable action was to write a letter of protest to the academic office complaining about the increase of fees. We didn't plan to spend all our scholarship on our fees. Well, not all of us planned to. I got my fees covered by my parents. But still being an NIT, I didnt expect it to loot us of our stipend in various forms of fees. So i wrote and stayed put for anything unexpected to happen. What followed was really unexpected, I got a call from the office requesting my presence. I obliged. The officer was holding a printout of my mail with a few official signatures on it and for the next half an hour, he asked "very politely" about the letter and cleared my doubts about the fee. When i came out, i decided to not to write a letter anymore for the sake of sparing myself from an irritatingly gruesome lecture.
My second action, though was completed in a matter of hours, its effect followed for the rest of my stay here, making my life miserable. I skipped a Seminar & Technical course work and went away to spend my summer vacation at my home which was not allowed to post graduates. The in-charge of the course called and asked me to submit my poster as a requirement of the course, so that she will not fail me and instead I get to pass with a decent grade. I obliged again. All seemed pleasant enough. I felt lucky. But when i came back, i found my grade unchanged, and i had an F in my grade sheet. For the months that followed my trips to academic office became routine though the clerk there forgot who i was everytime, like as if he had some kinda short term memory loss and i had to make him remember my name and the purpose of presence there.
A few weeks later, during one of my regular visits, I came to know the actual problem behind my unchanged grade. My name was never submitted for a grade change. Astonished, i went to the incharge of the course and she said she had sent the grade as soon as i submitted my poster, but there seems to have been a problem at the office itself. Another semester completed before the problem was sorted. When the last semester approached, i found myself drowning deep in trouble because of this. What seemed a matter of few minutes, became a career threatening task. I never expected these kind of consequences.
Now when i am just a hands reach from my freedom, the problem still stays unsolved because of the delays caused by the respectable faculty and staff members.
Conclusion or statement of fact:
Now there are 2 weeks left for me give a presentation, submit my thesis and run away from here. My project is a genius but due to lack of my interest, the project became hell and when i write my thesis, it looks more like a detective novel than theoretical project thesis. 14 days to breathe the air freely, live my life happily without any problems of education. Freedom here i come.
A brief mix-up of words:
I dont suggest or advise as to how to stay out of trouble. The word mistake exists because people get to commit a few mistakes. A student has to make a few to learn something out of it. But if the whole education system is flawed, you have to be careful about your moves. When i first entered PG, i wanted to study more, now all i want is to get away from this damned place with my degree in my hand and never to look back. This is not a conclusion I have reached because of my actions. Almost every student in NIT accounts for this. Every PG student sees hell in here. The flaw is that infectious. These high profile institutes are not for post graduates, these are a living dream for a graduate but not any further. The jobs you are offered are mediocre, the life and the respect you get for qualifying one of the toughest examinations in INDIA is almost negligible. At 23 years, which is the youngest for a PG, you get to write home work , imposition. The facilities are absolute shit compared to real time research labs but you are expected to deliver amazing results and innovative thoughts.
What is wrong with having an option of flexibility in education?
Absolute 100% concentrated raging bull's shit is what present education system offers in a silver bowl!!!!!!
References:
Go to hell dear reader, to you, i bequeath my narration of a series of events, not experimental work submitted after reviewing scores of literatures. In other words,  I get to cite myself.