Each word is like a
dot. A drop. Each word strives to come together and form a story. All the dots
together give shape to any shape. Every drop counts to form an ocean.
In
order to fare well in CAT, I am trying to improve my vocabulary. Improving lexicon
through reading novels and newspaper is a secondary objective. The main purpose
is to satiate my hunger for stories, exotic plots, breathtaking locales and debonair
people. So, the new words that I come across do not lodge into my
memory as permanent residents. They register themselves as foreign tourists (the words/phrases English has borrowed from
sister languages), visitors (words
that I found new/interesting but remembered for only some time) and many a
times as useless acquaintances (whose
meaning I may decipher from the context but cannot use in my own sentences).
This handicap incapacitates me. Every time this sinking feeling addles my
preparation. To overcome this debility, I have
decided to write something every now and then. This little paragraph/ poem/dialogue
will contain all the words I learn that day. I wish to continue this to the acme
of perfection. Within a few days, I would like to see my fears allaying.
This millstone must be dealt with. With this
kind of determination I thus herald a
journey towards verbal cynosure.
cool....
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