Existence is futile.

It is the most random post I am writing till date. I wonder what people actually would think about me after this that what type of person I am who do such stuff in an examination hall, sometimes, ah! "Sometimes" just to defend me. It was my Physics paper today, when I completed my paper (the most I knew I wrote) I just sat back on my chair and started staring at the green board on the wall that I never saw this feelingly before and saw something written there and in a glimpse of an eye I was somewhere on this planet, where? I don't know, maybe I do, I was at a seashore, Yes! It was a seashore when a wave touched my feet, but I didn't feel it, I gazed at the sea it was quiet, but flowing. I touched the water and tried to apprehend it, but my competency of tactile dumped me and my cerebral vision coerced me to think about my life, which is alike a sea, a flowing one in which many of the incidents happened that changed me from the day first to what I am now, many people has come and gone, some taught definite lessons and some negative that abrogated my existence, top it off my father who left too early in the midst of this journey, but actually left lessons behind and I actually attained many things which I didn't learn during his presence. Many fellows and friends came, spent memorable time, promised being together always, but left for different reasons. Habits changed from teasing to reading and writing that worked advantageous for me, started writing this blog even wrote a story on my own. Involved myself in social work and spent many hours of my life with deprived people trying to know them and the difference between us. Volunteered number of social activities, debated on platforms, but mostly in the daily routine. Made friends, fought with them, afflicted them, hurt them and at times battered my identity. With age, mentality, vision and level of maturity developed, childhood changed to younger-hood, incorporation of things changed and theory of view widened, but at the end of the day what I got? Experiences? I am here just to gain experiences? I yet not get a single reason of my existence. Get to know people, their problems and achievements, their faults and flaws, their good and great, their calm nature and aggression, but why? Suddenly, the bell rang and I came back to the normal mode of non worrying situation of the examination hall, I looked at each student who were still busy writing and filling their sheets in the last minutes, unknowingly gaining another experience for their lives and unaware of a person who is thinking over their and his own life. I spent 17 years of my life on this planet and didn't get a clue of my existence? Is this possible? I don't know, it's happening already with me or anyone, and I feel maybe because I think over it. Eventually, in a glance that thing came again in my view on board and I passed a smile, handed over my paper to the external and left the class with another experience. It was 02 January "2012".