Just before ripping this page of my diary, I thought of filling it up with some words that could probably signify the internal turmoil inside me. At times, when you feel suffocated of you misfortunes and some misdeeds, which actually shouldn’t be classified as such; but owing to the circumstances, at point where others consider you lucky, though you are not, you have this feeling which I go through at this point of time. The ambiguity in the definition of being happy and satisfied has probably made this world a lot difficult to live in. Owing to the feeling of jealousness, people do make nasty remarks, and trust me, it hurts. Just because you long to be better and them, and you do, doesn’t make it fair enough reason to be offended. The inheritance of a good family blood doesn’t make a criterion necessary enough to be successful. If you remain fool enough and believe that your family is of superior quality, then you are mistaken my friend. But of course there is a differenc...