The Waste Land

While reading Catch 22 by Joseph Heller,i came across a paragraph in which it was mentioned "no poet makes money except perhaps TS Elliot".I just looked up the name on google and came across The Wasteland a piece of poetry.

March has been a revelatory month for me, i did somethings which i never though i would be capable of.I am little bemused by my actions.I have been getting up in the morning at around 4,started doing yoga(thanks to my roomate) then head to the gym for some warm up exercises,i even reach classes before time(now this is weird) and have loads of time for basketball in the evening .
You can ask what the big deal about this all ,well the time i get up now is the ime i used to sleep,i used to play AOC (computer games for the rustics) all night long which i have left.Everything i used to do for the last three years seems a distance past.

oh! in between we had a intra college cricket tournament at the our college IIITA , we reached the finals and choked big time (i got a hat-trick and a five wicket hall,god i choked!!!).The cut short story is that we lost by 8 runs and i was the last man standing.