They ask me why i fear ragging. Well who can explain them that it reminds me of my childhood memories and that i had to suffer the past as well when i live in the present. I wonder how somebody finds his joy in someone else’s woes and wails. I sometimes feel like zombies do exist and this is something that makes it relevant. And if they really are a zombie, then its okay to have one more misery in my life that will choke me for some more extent. Afterall messing up with mess wont make any sense. But the only worst thing that i suffer is that i can’t control my emotions and my mind couldn’t control the flow of thoughts which my heart leads.. I bet all the fellows and zombies must have been amazed and confused by the tears dripping over my face. Well if you can not handle somebody’s personal ails, better stay away from it.