The Passing Thoughts

The passing clouds bring in almost a hope of rain, but they make sure that the hope is killed and pass away pleasantly .The birds chriping and fluttering wings pass.. on top of the huge buildings.. the time ticking away in my brown wristwatch seems to pass .. seems to tell me something .. the tone low, a heavy voice from within.. 3 months to pass...90 days to pass ..it seems to tell. I have decided to write CAT his year around.I dunno if i will be able to 'finish it fine' or 'CRACK CAT' as it is talked of , in the lingo of the CAT takers which today is half of umm.. well most of Indiaz eligible junta .Took the first mock CAT today.There was nothin negative about it nor was there anythin inspiring.I guess it makes no difference to many.I look around away from the Reading Comprehension passage where a persuasive writer is trying to talk about the slackish Economy of Singapore and Honk- Kong(Wonder wat difference it makes to me.. if China has more potential to grow and Hong Kong is lacking somethin.. of course other than getting those 5 questions below the passage 'right'). The beautiful sunday evening on the terrace..Its the dusk that has arrived with such beautiful grandeur. An aircraft is flying right above my head with lights red, blue and orange ..shimmering and makin a lotta noise.. i think to myself the pilot knows where to reach and more importantly how to reach:).There is a granny sitting on the opposite terrace musingly starting and wondering at somethin.She looks a little helpless for all i can decipher from the wrinkled saggy face and her white , mind u not grey but white hair that is tied in a knot with a black rubber band holdin it all together.She has a pair of glasses in one hand, a book that she has closed with a finger to mark where she stopped .I wonder y she stopped.May be bcoz its getting dark and she would not want to tire her bespectaled eyes any more or bcoz she is mulling over a thought that was put across in that book or simply bcoz she did not feel like reading.I wonder how it would be if u can control wat u "feel". Most things in life can be predetermined...I say to myself. I think to the girl sitting here and washing clothes , standing on her knees.. i can see the lather flowin down the outlet, it makes no difference that there was a mock CAT today.. and that there was a tough paper coz of which there is a dejected soul waiting to pounce upon the idiot who had set that paper equipped with all his intellectual armoury and whose sole purpose seems to have been reached with the dejection effect.But it does make a difference to the soul pacing around hastily all over tryin to shake away the blanket of sleep .It does make a difference to me who is writin this ...I really need to wakkkkeeee uppp ..uuuAAhhhhhhhaaahhhhaaa am awake and yeah! all set to shake the dust off, piled up inches on my grey cells thanks to the long period of mathematical inactivity .Coming back to the predetermination of things.. i said it in the context of the results of this exam.I will not have it bogging me down .I have made up my mind that it shall not affect me any negatively.Mathematically speaking i would define it as x such that x>=0 ;).Ahh am picking it up aint i?:)