Chakravyu- unplugged

Pom's life has lost its pace, Pom says,"Life is like a flowing waterbody, once it becomes stagnant it becomes useless, either it dries up or the water gets infected.
He is unable to differentiate whether everything is getting back to normal or becoming worse. He remains busy with himself, always in a state of soliloquy. Adjectives like regular and punctual apply no more on Pom. He has now become the most ordinary person of that place and he does not even have a choice.
Few days ago, a so called fest was organized by his year mates in his college, but he was asked by no one to participate, that pissed him off. That was one hell of a day for him. Susane was looking gorgeous that day but he was not allowed to talk with her. He could only watch her. He was not stalking her, he had got the guts to go and have a chat with her but he did not as he had promised not to create anymore trouble for Susane.
Pom had agreed not to talk with her either in person or on phone, expecting not to cause any trouble for Susane, that was so very foolish and unselfish of him. Still his year mates do not believe that he loves her. He regrets not having said anything when he had the opportunity, only because he was afraid of the consequences that Susane had to face, he couldn't do anything.
That night on the day of the fest, he had lost control of himself and all his emotions had burst out, Pom was screaming and shouting only one thing," I hate everyone." A scene had been created, and he was just a clown. People were having fun at what they were watching. He did not care about what people said or did, Pom had always been that way, he hated hypocrisy.
Someone has to know Susane's part of the story as well, but it is not possible as she is surrounded with people who have faces infinite and it is next to impossible for Pom to know her condition now.
Life has become a gamble for Pom, which he knows he is not going to win but hope keeps him alive and provides him strength to breathe.
The series of events that had occurred has helped him a lot. He could now realize who his real friends were and could trace the hypocrites. Now he can easily differentiate between truth and a lie.
Days seem to be like months now, Pom is waiting for the end of the semester, until and unless the semester is over Pom will not be able to rejuvenate himself. Pom has been entrapped in a graveyard of depression, he needs to get out as soon as possible otherwise he will have to get inside a coffin too.