The Love of My Life

One fine day she just waltzed into my life. And a life lacking in colour she painted red, blue, purple, violet and yellow. she turned every morning from then on a morning worth waking up to.

She is my muse, my inspiration, my critic and my best friend. and from that day on till today and till forever, I will never be the same as I was before she came into my life. And honestly, I don't want to be. EVER!

I hope and pray that every man is as lucky as I am.

No Wait! NO! You're MINE. And I am the luckiest man in the world. because YOU are the Love of My Life.

FM 101

There comes a point in everyone's life when we decide, "That's enough. i'm not taking anymore of this Bullshit"
And its a very important point in our lives.

To some, it comes when we first leave home and have a hard time adjusting, coping with the outside world, without the protection of our parents. To some others it comes when we're having another miserable day at work. and then there's the time when Everything seems to be going wrong.

But. Is everything going wrong??
Or is it just one thing, ONE, small, But significant event, that shakes our whole world, so much so that it seems like we're no longer in tune with the universe. Like when you're listening to your favourite radio station playing your favourite song and it suddenly goes out of tune. No matter how hard you try and how long you sit there moving the tuning knobs with German levels precision you simply cant seem to find it again. And then the whole day you feel like something's missing.

But what we need to understand, is that Maybe, it isn't the problem with the Radio.
Maybe the radio station is experiencing technical problems.

In other words, Sometimes it isn't because You aren't ready for the world, It's because the world isn't ready for You. So, calm down, nothing's wrong, just give it time. you know what frequency your favourite station broadcasts at. Tune in, and wait for the idiots at the station to fix it.

Hayati

Most if not all of us spend a significant part of out lives searching for something or the other.
to some it's fame, to others it's power, to others still, it's both.
But, more often than not, when we get there, we realize that something's missing. that all this fame, fortune, and power is of no value, except materialistic. Because what we were actually looking for is peace of mind. or at least a source, that helps you find that peace.

We humans are social beings, living by ourselves, cutting ourselves off from the rest of the world simply isn't possible. And those who were stupid enough to try, have lost their minds, or worse still, their lives.

Quite simply, we're ALWAYS going to need at least One other person that matters most.
whose opinions and criticism have a greater influence on our behaviour, our habits and our lives in general, an influence greater than any religious text, of rulebook.

That one person, who can turn a train wreck of a day into one that's Just Perfect with nothing more than a smile.

Thank you Hayati :)

Saturn V

Normally, when you meet someone you like, there are a few sparks, then the long telephone conversations, and with time it all fades away.

And Normally, we’re not really bothered, because it doesn’t really matter that the sparks are missing now. And that we don’t argue over who hangs up first.

But then there’s that ONE person you meet, just the one in a whole life time.

From the first, “Hello. How are you?” it feels like Firework on the 4^th of Julys.

Every day just seems better. And waking up to another day to spend with them makes even the uninteresting parts of the day seem like a suspense thriller. With a double twist at the end of the movie.

Then one day, be in a week later or a year later, the fireworks seem to die down.

Everything seems to be going back to “normal”. All feelings and emotions are back within their normal spectral range and it feels like the magic seems to be fading.

Some of us give up at this stage, thinking what we had was just that. And there’s nothing more that can happen.

Others panic and try and keep “the magic” alive and do just about anything that seems to help.

But what they don’t understand is that, that first stage. That Magical place of euphoria, was just the beginning. The start to a LONG and healthy relationship.

The first stage, Falling in love.

It feels like Stage I of a Saturn V rocket.

It’s powerful. It all happens so quickly that everything seems to go by in a flash.

It’s both exciting and terrifying at the same time.

And it’s inexplicable. No words can express how or what you’re feeling.

But you realize that it’s just SO EASY to feel this way.

Now, getting back to my point,

The Beginning is like Stage I of a Saturn V rocket.

And instead of panicking and trying to keep it going. Or Jumping off because you think the main event is over. Maybe you should try n relax, sit back.

The thing about The Saturn V, is that it is the Tallest, Heaviest and Most Powerful rocket Ever.

And it was designed to do one thing better than all the others.

Take Man to The Moon.

And that’s exactly where I’m headed.
Or to be more precise, where We're headed.

The Source of Our Strength

I remember, When I was little, I'd follow my mother around like a little puppy chasing a beetle in the garden.

To me she was my favourite celebrity, my cook, my maid, my teacher, a Diva, and The Terminator all rolled into one.
and honestly, she still is.
and I'm sure you all think of your mothers the same way.

It's weird, and yet so simple how everything we men do is somehow, either directly or indirectly linked to a woman.
Be it the grades you get to show mother and make her proud, the times you'd get the coolest gadgets n the nicest cars to impress a pretty girl OR the times you'd get down on your hands and knees and pretend to be a horse so your little princess could ride on your back and be the crazy cowgirl from the wild west.

It's always a woman that can makes our day. no matter how bad it's going, mom's cooking, a sister's silly questions, a daughter's simple cuteness is all we need to light up like a million Christmas trees.

the question is, What are WE doing to show them how much it means to us that they're here for us?
WHY do we take them for granted and simply assume that any kind of behaviour from our parts is acceptable and that mom shouldn't get upset when you talk back at her?

Now, I'm one of those who finds expressing feelings and emotions especially difficult, writing is the only way i can.
And every once in a while i ask myself if i have treated the women in my life well.

No one said that we should be loved unconditionally by our mothers, sisters, wives and daughters, But we are. despite our many MANY flaws, the women in our lives will always stand by us and not once hesitate in doing so.

Make sure you'll do the same without a second thought.

Women's Day is right around the corner. So, I have a suggestion.
This next week.

Take your Mothers out dancing.
Buy your Sisters a new doll and get some ice cream just for the two of you.
Come home early to your wives and just spend some time together.

Do it in your own way. But show them that you love them. And don't wait for a special occasion.

The Women in our lives have been our spines when we couldn't stand up straight.

We men are genetically programmed to say "i will not cry" and "i will be strong"
We often forget the source of our strength lies in the ones dearest to us.

So, go be the best Sons, Brothers, Husbands and Fathers.

A New Book

Who sets the rules??
Who decides what's right and what's wrong?
and who decides what we're allowed to dream of and what we're allowed to hope for?
all our lives we're told what to do.
Or rather, what not to do.

Why is it that we keep going back to the past instead of moving on?

Forgetting what's happened isn't just difficult, it simply isn't possible. And Honestly, is just plain stupid.
our past experiences define us. they teach us lessons no book, no teacher can.

We can learn about everyone else. That's not really the problem now is it?
It's ourselves that we need to figure out first.

The thing is, sometimes, while we're writing the story of our lives, we're going to get stuck.
and sometimes a generous amount of elbow grease just isn't going to be enough.
you're going to need a chainsaw, and maybe chop off an arm and a leg.
and obviously, that's going to hurt.

So. my question is. Do you risk going through all that pain?
Or do you take your time, accept that there's nothing you can do and then move on?

Dream big. Hope and pray for those dreams to come true. But, prepare for them to be shattered.

The optimist will say it'll happen, no matter what.
The pessimist, there's no way i can do that.
The realist, stop dreaming and work hard. And MAYBE that'll get you there
I say tell them this, "Get the fuck out of my way"

I know where I've been and you know where you've been.
so now what we should do, is decide where we want to go.
instead of letting the universe decide for us.

And remember. sometimes just writing a new chapter in the book of your life isn't enough.
you need to put that book on the top shelf, and start a New Book.

Butterfly

Caterpillars are one of those creatures that just about everyone would call ugly.
Some of them slimy green, some with spikes and “eyes” and then there are those that can give you an itch that’ll make you think twice about touching another plant.
Caterpillars are the outcasts of the animal Kingdom. I mean you know where a Lion or a kangaroo or a tarantula would go. They all have they’re place.
Either they’re dangerous, or cute, or strong.
What about the caterpillar. Who spends all day munching on it’s favourite food and doing absolutely nothing else?
Well there is the occasional stroll across the garden path to get to another plant.
The thing is, not all caterpillars are what they seem.
Some stay caterpillars, some morph into moths and then there are some that turn into butterflies.
Like the pretty yellow ones we’ve all chased when we were little.
Or like the Blue Morpho Butterfly or the various species of Glasswing – known to be among the most beautiful butterflies known to man.
And almost all of them started of their lives as the ugly caterpillar munching on a leaf.
I’m sure you didn’t need to get this far to know I was going to get to the butterflies and I’m sure you have an idea of where im going with this.
Either way, my point is.
We’re always going to come across people who judge us by what we have done or whom we have been. And we’re always going to find people in our lives that have histories we may not be very fond of.
BUT, we owe them the benefit of the doubt. To be completely non-judgmental.
To accept anything and everything about them, and their pasts.
All I’m saying is STOP looking at the caterpillar and running away.
Stay for a while, watch, learn, pay attention.
You never know. That caterpillar may turn into a butterfly.
And if you’re there when it does.
You won’t have to go chasing after it for the rest of your life

Anomaly

I always have something to say. No matter how unexpected or difficult the situation may be, I Always have something to say. Something a listener can take seriously and that makes complete sense.

But now, all of a sudden, my theories, the bulletproof logic, the reasons and the ideas all just fling themselves out the window. It's as if they know that NOTHING can explain this.

And every time I try and say something. Every time I try and express myself, it comes out wrong. In my head I know what I mean. But, for some reason I cannot find the right words to convey the idea as I've thought it up.

The simple truth is. There are no words that I can use to express what I feel when it comes to you. It just is. I Love You with all my heart. I Don't Have a reason. I Don't Need a reason. And I Don't Want a reason.

You are the Anomaly, the one aspect of my life that I simply Cannot explain. There are no reasons, and there is no logical explanation.
And Honestly, it doesn't matter.
Because, the way it is, however it is.
It's just perfect!

My Muse

We all need something to believe in. Something that makes us feel like no matter WHAT happens. no matter how bad things may get. It'll be okay. That one day you'll wake up and everything will be just Perfect.

I KNOW I've made LOADS of mistakes. and i mean LOADS. just about every decision i;ve made has turned out to be the wrong one. from academics to relationships to what colour T-Shirt to wear.

I sometimes find it Difficult to express myself. to be able to even BE the way i want to be. and it's not anyone's fault. I can blame bad breakups, ill health, and a dysfunctional family for as long as I want. but in the end it's MY responsibility. I have to deal with whatever happens in my life. Good, Bad or Ridiculously Insane.

The few People that actually KNOW me will say that I've been through a lot. I say well, Maybe.
The thing is. I lost my way. I faltered, I tripped and I fell. and from where I was standing, it was a BIG fall.

Then, one fine day, out of the blue, this wonderful person just comes Waltzing into my life and says to me "Don't worry, We'll heal each other" and i thought "well I think she's crazy, because NO ONE can fix me" but as is every other thing between me and her. SHE WON.

So here I am, Three Months and Two Weeks later, not worrying about a single thing. Because I KNOW, that It'll all be just fine. And there's not a thing in the world that can stop me from getting where I want to be.

Right now I know What I want. HOW I'm going to get there I have No idea. But I know I'll get there. Because I Have the single most amazing source of motivation anyone could ask for. I have a supporter, a critic, and the BEST friend EVER, All in one. :)
And also. having her around, just makes me better, in every imaginable, tangible, explicable way. and even those ways that can't be explained. I'm never Going to say that I was this and I was that because I had/have her. I do not HAVE her. she isn't property. She, is My Better HALF. and always will be.


I am the Writer
She, is My Muse. 

Kryptonite

Living in the shadow of a man is hard enough.
But what do you do when you've been living in the shadow of the man YOU used to be?

What do you do when you realize everything you are now can never be as good as what you once used to be?

Well I've tried everything. And right now I feel like I've been to the deepest pits of hell and back.

I thought I'd make it.
I figured all I had to do was believe I was Superman.
I've been looking for my yellow sun for half my time on this earth. And every time I think I've found it, Every time I think the source of my strength lies in front of me, it turns out so be an illusion, like a mirage in the middle of the desert.

And its happened again. Only this time. I did find something. I Held on to it as best i could only to realize that it wasn't my Yellow sun. It was, in fact.
Kryptonite.
The only thing that could defeat me.
The only thing in the universe, I fear.

Brothers in Arms

All guys have "Brothers". Bound by the Bro-Code.
Sworn to fight to the death, Literally, for one another.

I remember mine.

My table tennis partner back in school. And one hell of a guy.
We were practically unbeatable. And anyone who dared Challenge us was sent home packing before they could say "Love-all".

That was just in competition.


The rest of the time we'd come up with crazy ideas, crack jokes that had us coughing our lungs out and be pulling "stunts" that if anyone had known, would have every chic in a 10-mile radius beat us half to death.

Back then all we needed was a Coke, some fries and a couple of the guys to hang out with. And it'd be the most Awesome day ever!

Then of course there was our Lunch break Activity-Dabu. Technically dodgeball. But in reality, it was more like, Call of Duty - Black Ops.

I'm surprised no one was killed in the process. ;)

Amazing how so little can mean so much.

Those were the days.
And we walked around like we owned the place.
stickin' it to anyone who said otherwise.


                   - Vivek J. Nair,Gautam Kumar, Rajeev Nair - Brothers in Arms: 2002-2005.

Strawberries and Cream

Relationships are like glass.
Some curved, some smoother than still water.
some blue, some green, purple, frosted, and clear.

The thing is, Glass, no matter how tough its made, Is still fragile.
There's always something that can crack it.

My life's full of spider-cracked windscreen's from high-speed collisions. But then again, so is everyone else's.
Now I've spent way too long being pissed off at dumbasses who'd screwed me over. Though that is Probably as much my fault as it is theirs. That's what happens when you'll gladly rip your heart out for every plain Jane that smiles at you from across the street.

I think i needed the last few days. More than anything else. Probably the most Amazing four days. Ever. well, at least in a long long time. ;)

I got the Ass-Kicking i needed for wasting this much time and effort on someone that i now realize clearly wasn't worth it. And Finally, could let go.

Now, when Glass cracks we usually simply throw it away and get it replaced.

But we humans, being the Sentimental beings we are and always will be, just can't Throw away that beautiful hand-painted window pane someone got us, Just because its got a tiny crack in it.

So, we just let things be the way they are. And Instead of ageing well like the other glass, this one's cracks get bigger. Soon its all so fragile, a light breeze could shatter it into a million pieces.

And everyone knows,"Anything that can go wrong, Will go wrong!"

Very few relationships last all through our lives. The ones that don't end up being heaps of broken glass.

Every now and then we try and piece it all back together. But being Glass, no matter how clean the break might be, you're bound to cut yourself.

Honestly, I believe that everything can be fixed. But, i also know that it'll never be the perfect purple frosted window pane i loved so much.

So now, after all this time. I've finally decided that even though it may hurt at times when i think back.
I've got to be strong.

Things can't always be all Strawberries and Cream. But I start walking, because I'm sure could find some on the way to wherever i'm headed. I just have to know where to look.

In short.
Elvis may not be back from the dead. But I am.
And, I've brought Hell back with me!

Perseverance

I like doing things differently.
Don't ask me why, It's just the way it is.
Some people think I'm stupid, the rest think I'm crazy
And because of that there is always going to be someone in my way.

So,To All who may be concerned.
I Dare You to stop me.
Push me, hit me, shoot me for all I care. Pound me into the ground.
Whatever you do, remember this one thing.
I WILL Get Back Up.
It's as simple as that.
And i will not rest till i get to where i need to be.
No matter How long it takes, No matter how much effort it takes.
I know where I am right now, and I know where i should be.
I will get there. And there isn't a thing you can do about it.

When the time comes

I'd like to say something. But I don't think i can. It's not because i don't want to. i really can't.
There's no one for me to say it to.
So for now i'm going to keep it to myself.
But. when the time comes I will say it.
I'll say it again,
I'll say it differently,
I'll write it in a poem,
Sing it in a song,
Carve it in a tree
Etch in the cement on the sidewalk.

But you already know what i have to say, don't you?

It doesn't really matter if you don't want me to. I'm still going to say it.
Not now. When the time comes.

The Hard Way

There comes a time in all our lives when we realize we've reached the point of no return, Crossed that bridge. And, now there's no way we're going to turn around.

Life's not exactly a picnic. no matter what you do or how you do it, somewhere down the road some dumbass is going to seriously piss you off. A little further down, Another dumbass is going to tell you what you're doing is stupid. And then there's going to be a third driving at 20 in the fast lane who just won't let you pass.

The problem, is that no matter how much we say what other people say doesn't matter, It does. It'll always be there in the back of your head, raising doubts, questioning your decisions.
We tend to take these minor setbacks as signs that this is wrong. And slowly but surely we give up.

Some of us end up doing things for everyone else. We live entire lives for others only to have our wings clipped and dropped off the roof of a skyscraper. The subsequent pavement pasting is inevitable.
It's what we call hitting rock bottom.

All this because we let other's get in our way. Because we let them decide what's right for us and what's not.

Well I've had enough. And this time I'm doing it My way. It's going to be The Hard Way.

The Little Things

What is it with women?
Is every one on the planet hardwired to use the words, "you've changed. you're not the guy i used to know" ??
I'm sure most, if not all of us men have heard these exact words or some version of them.

Picture this.

Situation 1:
Mom finds your hidden stash of smokes.
You try and explain, "mom, it's not mine. i swear"
But the only thing she says is, "I didn't expect this from you. you've changed"

Situation 2:
After a long relationship your girlfriend decides to call it quits.
You ask her what happened.
She says, "you've changed"

hmmm... i wonder.

No matter what the relation may be, women in our lives always, ALWAYS say that they like us the way we are. and then, they point out tiny things here and there that they don't like. And we men, being the puppets that we were made to be, happily oblige.

After a while having to change the way we comb our hair, the ties we wear to work, the colour of the curtains, etc. starts to get a little annoying. But we let it go. Well, most of the time.

But, it's all okay. It's fine
Change is necessary. Change is inevitable.
The problem arises when the person for whom we change tells us that we aren't whom they've known and loved.

Don't sit there n say that it's all bull****. You know its true.

I'll tell you what i think.
Its said that God made man. and then made women.

Some people joke saying that he made man as a sort of prototype of his ultimate creation, women.

I have a different theory.
The first part is the same. We men were Deemed Incomplete, Imperfect and Incapable of sustaining ourselves.
So The Big Man upstairs decided we needed some company n sent us women.
He Embodied them with EVERY quality that would make a man desire her more than any possession, material or otherwise.

Women were made to complete us.
All these little changes that they make in us may make us something they are no longer fond of.
BUT, each change, is a step towards perfection.

Perfection isn't absolute.
We're all perfect, the catch - we're perfect in the Eyes of Others, never in our own.


So, In the end we are who we are because of the people we know and have known.

For us men it'll always be the mothers, sisters, girlfriends, wives and daughters that make up the little things in our lives. The women in our lives complete us.

And its always about the little things. ;)

Stuff like this DOES NOT happen everyday

09:19 p.m. - Flight Lands at Mumbai int'l n Pilot sudden brakes while taxing due to ducks crossing the runway. :D
01:59 a.m. - Bus from airport crashes into barrier. No injuries, except to the barrier. :E
02:09 a.m. - Audi R8 in Graphite black rolls up beside. :O
02:19 a.m. - I meet 3 Very nice girls, What's more, They're Spanish. ;)
02:29 a.m. - I decide to be a gentleman and help them carry a box contain some unknown articles. :D
02:39 a.m. - I realize that carrying the box wasn't such a good idea. the box was, umm let's say, not as light as i thought it would be. :'(
03:39 a.m. - A conversation in English, well kinda. ;)
04:19 a.m. - Discussions on what places we should each visit in India and Spain.
05:09 a.m. - Vodafone 3G stick and Google translate to the rescue.
05:29 a.m. - Encounter with a Drunk Englishman.
05:39 a.m - The box wants revenge. And gets it.
05:49 a.m. - A big wide smile, Thank you, b'bye and keep in touch.
The most eventful 9 hours in a LONG LONG time.
02:19 p.m. - I DID NOT make this up.
                                                     - TRUE STORY

Aliya

Have you ever known someone for practically Their whole life?
And I don't mean a brother, a sister or a relative of any sort.
Just someone you've come to know.
Call it fate that crossed your paths.
Do you remember watching them laugh, cry, fall down and pick themselves back up?
I'm sure there have been a number of such people in my life.
But not all of them come to mind very often.

come to think of it, I can only think of one.
 One Girl I've knows for Fifteen years.

I remember when she was just a tiny li'l baby.
Now she all grown up,
And It's been a while since we met.
But that's okay,
This story isn't over, not yet.

I may not have been one of those closest to her.
But there will always be a bunch of crazy stuff we've done,
Along with all the other terrorists we grew up with that will remind us of one another.

I don't know much about who she is now.
It's been a while.
But, I bet she's an absolute sweetheart, a die hard romantic, an open book to anyone and everyone she cares for, and a beautiful young girl.

Legacy

Once in a while, something happens that reminds us how short our time in this world really is.
How infinitesimally tiny a part we are of the cosmos.
We spend all of our childhood n most of our youth dreaming up what we want to become only to realize that its too late. Its all gonna be over soon, and noone will know we were here.

But that's not really true, is it?
There's always going to be someone who remembers us. It may be our family, our friends or maybe even a total stranger that you may have smiled at, walking down the street.
whatever the reason may be. We will be remembered.

Someone will notice when we're gone.
So, no matter what may have happened yesterday, and what happens tomorrow, we're here now, and noone can change that.

So go out there and do what you've always wanted to instead of just dreaming about it.
That's what i've decided.... Because, if I'm not here tomorrow, I'll be remembered for it....
It will be My Legacy.

Moments

Life isn't about how long you live, but HOW you live as long as you have.

And near the end of our lives, however long or short they may been, we tend to reflect on our past. recalling memories of happiness and sorrow, of triumph and defeat.

But you see, its not the whole event that we remember. Our lives are a culmination of Moments. Moments of emotions so powerful, that even the hand of God couldn't take them away from us.

This past week I lost  an old friend.

A friend who, once, was like a brother to me.

And then my most recent friends parted for their new lives.

At first i thought, "Ah! that's okay. We'll meet again. And soon too. So, no problem. Don't worry."

but now, it's all sinking in.

It's like I'd been in a head-on collision with a freight train, but didn't feel the pain because of shock and the adrenaline in my veins.

but now the adrenaline's wearing off, n I'm slowly coming back to my senses.

senses that tell me I've just been hit BY A FREAKIN' TRAIN.

I can feel the pain growing.

but that's not the worst part.

the worst part is, that i know that my friends are out there somewhere. Somewhere where i can't be. and they're feeling the same, or even worse, maybe.

Parting with friends feels like what I imagine it is to lose family. It's like falling into a bottomless pit.

No one's ever scared of falling because they'll hit the ground. Its the falling.

I know I have a habit of hiding my emotions. I can't tell you how many times that's gotten me into trouble.

and i'm sorry if i've let you think otherwise. But, I DO MISS YOU.

ALL OF YOU. 

First the Kingdom of Bahrain, then my 12th Grade class, and now waffles and Radhe and in a few days the rest of the people i call family will all be on their own paths.

I hope and pray that all our paths meet, more than just once in our lifetimes.

You'll always be a part of my life.The Moments I'll remember many years from now.

I Thank You all for being a part of my life. for making every day that much brighter. For making me smile when i was sad and for crying with me when you couldn't.

So,

Osama Mohammed Anwar, Namratha Bharadwaj, Rajesh Sasisekharan Nair, Ishwarya Lakshmanaraman, Abhinaya Lakshmanaraman, Romita Theresa Martin, Rohan Mario Martin, Tanu Alexander, Dileep Warrior, Mohammed Kamal, Anshul Swarup Arora, Dhruv Kant Arora, Manoj George Mathew, Mary Ann Mathew, Nadira Siddiq, Jithin Rameshan (R.I.P), Nobia Parker, Deepu Varghese, Nithin Mathew Thomas, Puja Puthran, Sandhya Mehra, Chandni Gajaria, Sunil Raghunath Bharadwaj, Nikita Philip, Ann Rachel Jacob, Henisha Soni, Brigit Thomas, Joseph "Joe" Pereira, Ronnie Alex, T.K. Alexander, Anand S., Aby Mathew, Rohan Thomas Mathew, Aby John, Stanley "Stan" Jes Varghese, Jerry Jacob Varghese, Lakshmi R., Neethu G., Jithin "J.J." John, Parvathi "Paru" Diwakar, Rithvik R. Nair, Anand L. Nair, Goutham K.B., Vijeesh V., Nitin K.N., Abhilash K., Partha Pratim Roy, Rabindra Bikram Sah, Pehraj Kaur, Sumit Gunjan, Nikhil Jain, Raj Bahadur Singh, Steffi Vinod, Ravneet Kaur, Vivian Marandi,  Jeykumar N., Maansi Malhotra, Anisa Panjvani, Abhimanyu Nehra, Rahul Goyal, Ruchi Nagpal, Arushi Sharma, Inderjit Singh, Diwakar Kumar Mishra, K.V. Smitha, Radhika Singh, Ritasha Gupta, Sumeet Sinha, etc etc etc (in order of occurence in the book of my life)

I miss you guys

P.S. I'll make sure that if they make a movie about my life, the trailer features all you guys.

n maybe Osama n Mohammed can write n edit the script, Anshul produce the picture Sandy'll sing, Sunil Lead Guitar, Joe the Rapper n my bro's the DJ. AND if they pay enough Ritz n Radhe can do an item number ;)

Farewell !!!

Four years have passed and we hardly felt them go by.
i did though.
mostly because i spent most of these past 4 years cursing myself for coming here while i could've been in a hundred other places. where, i believe, that i'd have been happier and better off.

but to be honest, when i sit down n think about it, i will miss this place, AND the people i've come to know in my time here.

my first 12-14 months will be by far my most memorable.
i met a couple of crazy guys, just like me. met a girl, crushed on her, got my heart broken, bonded with my brothers in crime, built a couple of robots, one of which sucked n the one which was too good for its own good. then i fell in love with the most amazing girl i've known. went home after a long 3 years, partied like a rock star. got into fights n then came back. that's when things started changing. some for the better, but mostly for the worse.

its been a while since then. n a lot of things have changed.
n this may not be the way i'd like things to be.
but for what it's worth, as long as i live those memories will forever be etched into the deepest recesses my mind.

goodbye class of '07. i'll miss you.

Mirage

I saw you today, standing by yourself,
in the distance, watching me.

I saw you today, hiding in the clouds,
as the rain poured, and  to the bone, drenched me.

I felt you smile, thinking about me.
wondering, if you were here, what life would be.

i realize then that its all too good to be true.
a mirage in the desert.


i'd like things to be the way they were before. but i don't think that's gonna happen.
n i'm not going to pretend that everything's going to be alright.
i'm not strong enough to make it all work.
and i just can't move on.
believe me. i've tried. i need help.
for now i'm holding on. but barely by a thread.

Exams Suck!

i hate exams, i ABSOLUTELY HATE exams.... i mean, who doesn't???

the only difference is that people usually hate exams because of all the tension and mental stress they have to go through to cram endless amounts of information into their ordinary brains in a seemingly infinitesimal amount of time....

I, on the other hand hate exams for other, unorthodox reasons....

for example
any time you have something to say there's no one to listen....
i mean.... SERIOUSLY.... is it impossible to take out TWO LOUSY MINUTES out of your hectic study schedules to say "hi, how are you today??" or, "i'm going out for a cup o' tea.... wanna join me???"

sheesh....

well.... I've learnt one thing from all this....
ITS EVERY MAN (AND WOMAN) FOR HIMSELF (AND HERSELF)....
so watch out for yourselves.... coz there almost definitely isn't gonna be anyone to catch you when you fall....

HI.

hello all  u wondeful people out there n welcome to blah! blah! blah! where we'll be talking (well, at least i will) about just about anything and everything under the yellow sun....

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criticism and arguements arent actually welcome as such but whatever.... :P

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