Indeed,....

Here's a sample head I was trying to read...
"Study, study,study,......"
"Learn everything worth every penny spent in college"
"reach new realms of knowledge"
"Study,Study,Study......"
thus went the peaceful life of just another nobody for somebody like me until....
Someone changed it and changed it.......Well...A bit noticeably..
"Keep the door closed.Do not fight..."
"try to sleep in light......."
"try to adjust to the sound and noise"
"try to live... "
I must confess that I am not cruel nor do I intend to be, but at times maybe, I happen to be just a wee bit on the wrong side of humanity. And so, the hummer tries to lead a life..

Lets see what I can write about, considering my small I.Q and my smaller interest in current affairs. Most people have things like GRE and CAT to live upto, and so I need to write about something, that will give me, well....lasting satisfaction....
Hmm....lessee...How about the new blonde hair with cheetah streaks...no wonder there is so much awareness about the endagered leapords nowadays..
Or how about this fact...Apparently, one guy uses up 278 litres on an average daily..
this itself proves how unique I am ....See ..no bath, saving a 100 litres, occasional brushing -save a litre, lots of drinks, save another litre, and much more....
How about the current mode of interest of a student in a subject?And how about the mindset of a troubled professor??
You check something on the intranet to find that you have 100 odd students in your course and you get ready with a long bath and a fresh deo, smartly pressed clothes, and neatly combed hair, with a gel that smells good too, and to add to that, you might even have a small beard hiding your throat from public display. Anyway, you walk up to the class assuming that it must be about the time and you walk in to see an audience of unending empty benches. Still, unmoved, You assume you are in too early and steady things up, getting the mike near your mouth, setting the board and the lights to good visibility, to help every student gain knowledge, and then, suddenly, you wonder.......Is this a holiday? Am I in the wrong class?? A familiar face that often haunts in the dark, with unending questions, each question deserving another long break from teaching, finally walks in with a warm greet and a positive assurance that there are enough questions in stock to end the day in chains. Another fifteen minutes down the line and here you are, scared to death, that you might even forget what all you wanted to enlighten these kids with and slowly another trio walks in, one of them, still eyes closed, another with anti gravity hair, and the third, swinging his arms to eternity.Munching the end of your lip, you somehow wish that this nightmare end and lo and behold, a slender arm is raised among the masses..A student, requesting to be made holy with thy touch..In to the crowd, you run trying to ignore all the novels on the desks, even that new book that claimed to have found something about the da vince code that makes it sell...The question is asked and rings in the ears again before you can think of what was asked....WHATTT??? really??? How can they think like this? Are they in some french class??? Blah blah blah.........And out you run avoiding the nightare guy with your fastets pace when he intercepts you with another route and there goes the last blood of your life...
GoodNight professor

Another book on the rack

Getting a high is often mistaken as struggling for support and going beyond the humane reaches of the mind where we are alone forever.
In fact, one doesnt need alcohol for a high. or for that matter, nor any drugs or cigarretes.Just try jerking your head both sides and you will see that there is a deep sensation inside the head which is just like someone massaged the nerves of your brain. This is what any narcotic does. It massages your brain!!! Helps it function well....
Try puffing air out of your lungs for as long as you can, and then, there is a moment when you feel your lungs are exercised stretched out, that ..is a high for the lungs. When you run, more than you can, your legs swell out and feel wierd..They are hiGH..
Anyway, coming back to life's lows, midterms ended badly as expected though I was thinking of the unexpected.So, out we ran out of our lairs and headed north to a small city, the last one perhaps, before the desert counrty starts.
There was something in this place that mad(e) us go there....U-die-Poor
Yes, we died out of udapiur poorly, but certainly wisely and also satisfied.
Have you ever felt that you were part of a huge battle with a huge armour on you and with a spear in your hand, charging towards anything that moves?
This place, called the city palace has some really awsome stuff..The first thing that made me want to kill people was the wierd axe with blades glittering out of it in all posible directions. The second thing, ..Who doesnt want to own a fort like that?
All in all, the udapiur trip was never a let down, in fact, I believe we may have a sequel to it.

The land wants you to fight, Earning bread here was never a right. Everyone knew that there was an end, and at times, knew what that end was, but yet, they refused to give up, refused to give in. ready to give blood to the land, but never the land to a new blood, the legend of Maharana Pratap never fails to impress anyone. And then, the forts......
each a masterpiece, built to last forever, and then, the river Jaisamand(look up in some search), and the small fort on a hill above it.....You do not need to go to Udaipur to get a high...The fotos are dosage enough for a normal adult



Imagine a life where there is nothing that you like, A place where pain is what you get and pain is what you need. Each moment you suffer and you ask for more, No, this is no imitation, it comes from your core, Each injury, a pleasure, No mercy, no measure.Waiting for the last seizure, Here in the iron maiden....waiting for it to close, holding in the bloody hands a goddamn rose.....The moment is here, now this was the thing filled with fear, It came and it went, and still in the hand remained the rose, but the iron maiden clenched a tight pose.No amount of control helped it, it deserved the attraction it commanded, and thus his life, it ended.

Memories:Lonavla,Lohagad

Landslide at Lohagad


Nihar(black) and pratyush(windcheater) at Lohagad


























Pratyush and Me at the foggiest and most swampy place ever





















Nihar and Pratyush at the same place






















The mountain we climbed(Yeyyy!!!!)






















Pratyush and me

















Scary house near swamp with curtains!!

















Pratyush(on the pipes), Nihar(in left pipe) and me(three cheers for auto-timer)

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P.S.- link to my first assignment done after a long long time
http://rapidshare.de/files/4832488/Assignment-3_Id-200201242.doc.html
And, My favourite Flash Game
http://www.mousebreaker.com/games/bumperball/play.php
(Beat me, go to level 8)

wasnt switzerland famous for watches???
Anyway, I always like cakes and pastries to be creamy and soft , but my soap???
I think I should take a bite ocasionally.
No wonder I am so happy and content today,
after indulging myself in its rich luxurious lather,
I have no option left but to be fulfilled of any desire left.
And about its unique curvaceous shape,
it makes the soap jump off the hand every now and then.
Now that I have finally discovered kissable skin,
someone please come and test whther it is kissable or not......