ratatatat

I am flying.The gravity around me is no more. My neck cant move beyond an acute angle less than half a right one. I can feel new muscles around my spine. And My ears are still ringing. A rock competition!!!I had never seen 1 till yesterday.I never thought that people could use the guitar just as easily as I use my toothbrush.Every1 was rocking the stage and the whole theatre. Wonder how people get so good. Earlier the same day, after spending the night out, Gupta assisted in further stopping my sleep, of course for no reson of his own. But, one thing led to another and this day too went without sleep. Later that afternoon, was the Maya workshop I was so looking forward to. He dint dissapoint me for a single moment. That guy was like the god of Maya. I bet even the creater of Maya wont be so good at using it as this guy. He could create a moving creature in seconds with all essential bones and make it move. Maya, sure is MAYA. Wish I cud learn it someday. Anyway, MAYA is something for the future. For now, I thought flash could be a handy starter's tool. But, it too proves to be no game. but, it is just too interesting to be left..I wish I could get at it soon...Anyways, the rock show is gonna remain in my head for about a week atleast I guess.....

SCISSORS

Smooth, Running, cutting things down to size, shine and symmetric..
Looking at them from close quarters always makes us feel a bit jittery. The sheer shine in them drives a feeling of nervousness. And then of course, the obvious feeling to hold'em in your hands and perhaps try it on something. A scissors always looks better in the hands than far away. The opening of the two halves at will seems very interesting and yet peculiar for the eyes. The smoothness in opening and yet an atomic sense of grazing friction makes the mind use the scissor again and again.

A home apart

Nomads are the real livers of life I say. The numerous vagaries of life are as transparent to them as a piece of nothing. And to us, life remains buttered butter paper..shielded enough not to show all and shown enough not to hide all the secrets of life. Playing CS after perhaps about a whole month, I must admit modestly that I did put up a good show. Playing against professionals and not going down easy show, I am not BAD!!!Perhaps I can get better, perhaps I can rule too...But is that what I want? The Later part of the same night was equally enticing. The late entry to the NIFT fashion was in no way any hindrance to the eye fest(also can b spelt as eve fest) we had. The cold is killing my bones. I guess I do not belong to the colder places on earth. Mumbai was so so better. And anyway, the day yesterday wa where I was. It still never remains to common to find backless dudettes in minis and hiding only the bare essentials away. The similar sway and the different concepts never fail to impress. Each and every dress depicted a celebration of their liking, their choice of life, their achievement, and their efforts!!Kudos, guys..I dunno whom to congratulate, but well done!! The fireplace convo with recca too remains a very valuable period..No words said, nothing to tok about , but the sheer prescence of good company remains to be the best part of life. I was actually eager to open my unstoppable mouth, when two girls came across and had a seat near the same fire place, but I thought, me and recca, we shared a better company and a better life at that moment. The silence was just too enjoyable. The smokelost it's effect and we scurried back to the hostels and then on reccster went to CJ. The cold hit like stone blocks and Recca the giant kept his cool. I was too cold to look cool. I was just like an idiot shivering right from his interiors and fighting for survival.

The last part remains the best part, The part where we went bak to recca-pita-Vijay's home.. And watched T.V. ..
P.T.O

Triday Confession

Three days and no blog. Shows that something is changing. Not that I no more feel like writing one, but of course, I realize I have far more important things to do. Suddenly I realize that when most people are bust studying ....y cant I atleast try? And I must say, time and again, I am goin ga ga over Sargam.

The Buddha Speaks

"Human beings are social creature"
We have been learning this since a long time. But, how social are we? What we see, what we percieve, what we hear, what we smell, what we imagine everything provides bliss. Why then is the need to be social? I guess that's because if we produce some sound and try to enjoy listening to it, We realize that what we are listening to is an echo of what is actually running through the head. This implies that we vie for variety in life. Doing the same thing bores you. When something becomes predicatble, We stop liking it. But, how far does this hold? I, for one, play football, and I never find it boring. of course, It's not the same goal, not the same dribbling and not the same passing every day, that's what keeps pushing my body into the field. Take another instance, for example, when we check mail, we keep looking for new ones. We are never interested in looking at all the old mails over and over again. That's what good company means. Novelty daily. Getting back to square one, does being social bring novelty? I do not know and am in no positon to answer it. But, for the sake of novelty, I'd love to experiment with life. May be failure will be disastrous but victory would mean eternity...Signing off with a smile ..that comes rarely..


P.S.--The third kind, as said, is what I am too. Vying to fall into relationships and jump out when they fall down.

The Annulment Act

The Adventurous, brave shameless duo ran their asses out but victory,....was never within sight. They thought they had time, They thought they had the essentials, but their mathematics was all wrong. They never knocked on doors, they kept waitin for people around to knock...WAIT and WAIT and WAIT...Why Why does the question keep troubling me that maybe...just maybe if we had proposed to a few of those four perhaps maybe I would be lucky enough to hide my face between 2 god-given Feminine Essentials. Not that, even company I think is good enough. Perseverance is WRONG...It's who grabs first..And here, woah!!! v have strict competition and infinte bashfulness. Life has come to a stand still. There are decisions pending and the mind turns a blind eye. The City pulse travel-see-get defeated adventure is something worth listening. The vehicle has no fuel. The pump is not very near. The guys are really desperate. There is a strong belief that angels will jump down into city pulse for the day and stand there stupidly waiting, when..oh when, Will we go propose to them? We certainly dint want to keep'em waitin. So, we worked ourselves out gettin to the pump and the throttle sure got sore. We kept speeding and speeding until the destination was well within sight. That's when we saw about a 100 cars and an equally huge number of bikes. We guessed.."Man, Were v right" and so we zoomed into the parkin stand and marched towards the destination. Hey, where's the catch? every thing's going right... The outer part of the multiplex is real lull, showing no presence of any living thing so, we figured out that all the hot bods must be grooving to the Valentine's special music inside and so rushed towards the disc. That's when my sight fell on this lil'heart shaped paper about 30 cms in size and hung right on the transparent door.
Valentine's Special party
At The Escape,
City Pulse...
And there was a small subscript---party from 1 to 5 pm.

Something told my conscience to look at my watch(not that I dint knoe the time already). It showed the right time, 11:30 pm. The adventurers looked at each other and sighe once again after a deep breath. The deep void in our lives were again filled by smoke.V twittered back to the campus and took pleasure in not looking at couples making out on chairs, tables, lawns, benches, labs...

Does every atom on this sphere have a mission ?
Is there a purpose for survival?? Why is it that there are stones around? What is the need for water to keep flowing and wind to be blowing? Is there really a supreme creature surpassing all those human-gods who, in their own condo, make things that were never thought to be possible. A creature that actually makes creatures that roam around without any mission till they end serving as manure for the soil. This blog has no mission. I guess, I am a misconception. Figuring out what I want seems to be like trying to dig a pin out of sipher.Why, Why Why? There are questions and there are questions on why there are questions. And then there are the quests to solve the questions .....Always proving to be on the other end of victory.

Saint Valentine to the rescue

Love is in the air......

People all over the smaller globe known to me seem to be disappearing and reappearing with company I hate to see them with. The atmosphere itself seems intoxicating(noxious even). And now this new swarm of unthinkables seems to be trampling me. There are others too. There's another breed too which seems to spread a new infection, The SEN virus. Listening to the word for the first time, it even looks like some sexually transmitted diesase. This subject is simply YUCK!!!! IT takes up all your literally skills, eats up ur patience in a single gulp and people expect you to keep doing this all day. Anyway, since the air is steamy as I said, a new mission has just been implemented....details and summary will soon b uploaded.