Random high

Trance.
A high.
Music.
Moving to the beats.

People around, people with booze, people with people.
People alone, people in the corner, people with their eyes closed.

The floor is almost full, the lights play here and there... People sway.
The right music is played, there is shouts of appreciation in the air.
Close your eyes and enjoy the music. Feel like letting go... Random steps on the floor.
Open your eyes, smile at your pal. Things couldn't feel better. Dance together, moves nobody else can do.
The music comes to an end... Stand back awhile. Watching a few others dance, smile at some moves... Very amusing.
But nothing can keep you from dancing very long... Moving to rhythm again, thoughts running in your head, lyrics you say...
The last song. No more. Time to leave, who wants to go?
Pick up your stuff, pick up yourself... Walk out of the high.

There is no better stress buster than a good party and music to go high on!
Haven't been there,done that in a long while...
Here' s to the invention of good mood music and dance and parties!

Cheers!

Poetry of.

Something I wrote long back.. just posting it now..


All alone in a bright lit room,
nobody to turn to.
All for one in this bright lit room,
somebody to run to.

Look beside you, look behind
nobody who trusts you.
Look inside you, look for time
somebody will love you.

And when they say,
this will be the day,
don't believe it
just walk away,
they only speak
the same old shit
nothing changes,
nothing will.

They will forget, they will live
you are the one that time will kill.
So stop right now and take a breath,
then you shall see, no more dances with death.

Or you'll find the mistakes you make,
once kept you happy are now just a fake.
maybe when you hope, you will see
happiness is a one-way street.

Now let it go, let it leave,
then i will come back and life will be
the way we want it - just you and me,
you made the promise, now pay the fee.

Cause its a bright lit room tonight,
and there's only two people there,
and the other one,
shouldn't have cared.

As we go on...

Third year.
My last year.
The bonding year?
Super seniors.

"So, where are you going after this year?"

I don't want to leave. I can still look back on my past two years and think of all the memories I have had.
Friends, parties, classes, heartbreak and hopes... It has been by far the most eventful years of my life. Sometimes i wish nothing would change, or at least they come back to how it was.
And then again, maybe not.

The "what if" situations always make their presence felt. I know we are all going through these insecurities about the future... I read the blogs and they all wonder if they are good enough. I do too. "What if" i am not really good enough? They are so many people in my class who might be better than me, who i think are better than me.

But we are seniors, we have to set an example to the juniors. We have to pretend to know what it really is like.
But do we really?
Will we manage to do everything... or at least half of what we hope to in life? Will we become what we want to in this ever-changing, unpredictable life?
But people have before, I guess we will too.

Then there is everybody... The people I have been with, seen for the past two years or so... Is this really going to be the last chance? The last time I will ever sit with them in the same class, share the same absurdities.
Not to mention the varieties of food...! :D
Will I ever see the people i hope to years from now? Reunions may be the best alternative.

Anyways... For all those who care, and I care for, I guess we all do want it bad enough to make it happen the way we want it. After all, I don't think we would have gotten so far otherwise! So lets keep it going...

We shall change the world!

um... yeah. That.

P.S: I really like the following song. Says it right. [Vitamin C - Graduation]

And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives
Where we're gonna be when we turn 25
I keep thinking times will never change
Keep on thinking things will always be the same
But when we leave this year we won't be coming back
No more hanging out cause we're on a different track
And if you got something that you need to say
You better say it right now cause you don't have another day
Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down
These memories are playing like a film without sound
And I keep thinking of that night in June
I didn't know much of love
But it came too soon
And there was me and you
And then we got real cool
Stay at home talking on the telephone with me
We'd get so excited, we'd get so scared
Laughing at our selves thinking life's not fair
And this is how it feels

1 - As we go on
We remember
All the times we
Had together
And as our lives change
Come whatever
We will still be
Friends Forever

So if we get the big jobs
And we make the big money
When we look back now
Will our jokes still be funny?
Will we still remember everything we learned in school?
Still be trying to break every single rule
Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?
Can we ever find a job that won't interfere with a tan?
I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly
And this is how it feels

Repeat 1

Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?
Can we survive it out there?
Can we make it somehow?
I guess I thought that this would never end
And suddenly it's like we're women and men
Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round?
Will these memories fade when I leave this town
I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly

Repeat 1 (3x)

Cheers!

The days of the cardboard boxes...

College started.
"Intellectually stimulating conversations" on one side, the crazy "because we like being absurd" on the other.
"Art imitates life"- The most controversial statement of the day. What is art? What is imitation? What is life!?

Why do we discuss things if we know we will never find a solution?
Because its in the ambiguity that the beauty lies.

Reminds me of the cliche statement of how its the journey that is important and not the destination.

I quote something off Chicken Soup - "I miss the days of the cardboard boxes."

Cardboard boxes = Childhood.
The age of innocence, the age where "complications" was an unknown word, the age where even a cardboard box was enough to amuse us.
And then...

We grew up.

No. I'm not saying it is a bad thing. In fact, "I'm loving it!" It's all part of this so-called life. But it is so very interesting... The experiences you have in life, your regrets, your memories, your thoughts - They all change. One day your sitting here thinking life will be this way because it can't be any other way... and before you know it, you will be saying the famous statement- "Who would have ever thought...?" or along those lines.
Doesn't it ever make you wonder?

Life is just the kind of thing that gets me thinking. It comes right before People and after "Do Not Press" buttons.


Cheers!

Kerala - Memories - Don't wanna miss a thing!

No, I'm not quite done yet! :)

Yes, it was true we had to leave the next morning... He didn't want us to leave. I forgot to mention the convincing session last night.
Nobody wanted to go, but we had to...

...So nobody woke up in the morning.

Kerala - The memories - the people - the trip-

" I could stay lost in this moment forever,
Every moment spent with you, is a moment I treasure...
And no, I don't wanna miss a thing!"

Our 3rd day at Mallu land...

.... When we finally did wake up, it was with smiles on our faces,
.... She decided to try and get some work done if possible - It was all about snakes and ladders for awhile,
.... I go online, try to keep in touch with my other world.
.... It's time for some home breakfast, the Author and the Shakespeare fan come too.
.... Some Uno? No, we see the photos, upload the others, include the videos - Today will be the day of memories.
.... We made them read the memories we left behind. More mallu talk,but they smile.
.... She wants the hammock, I want the music.
.... There was tapioca chips for boredom.
.... Shakespeare fan left in awhile, the tapioca chips were over.
.... It was the four of us, our music and our lives.
.... Two tried sleeping, two made the play list.
.... The aunt wanted a computer. They thought they'll go.... They didn't.
.... So, it was the beach again. :)

Another beautiful sunset - Another memory...
The waves were playing on those rocks - The rocks were used to it.
Thoughts were playing in our minds - We were used to it.

We sat by the beach and looked out into the sea... She made a beautiful poem, he thought of another place. Two best friends glanced, at their two best friends and smiled. We could be happy - I guess we are... :)
There were few more photos... Some very touching. Time to leave.
We say our goodbyes to the mesmerizing beach, the waves, the sunset... The thoughts.
More Arabic fela fels in the car, we stop by coffee day for a frappe. She wants chocolate. We have 7up and juice and come up with Bike and Bake! The fun times slowly draw to their close - We are back home.

Our bags are packed, we are ready to leave. We eat dinner - he fought with mom. Some people Never learn! Vek is going to miss us - He has already started the countdown. We sit on the swing and chat awhile, Vek remembers the photo I wanted! Some blinding flashes later the picture is finally taken.
Now, really, it was time to leave. The car arrives. There is Only mallu talk and laughter on the way. We sit in the car for awhile and they come up with a crazy plan of driving down to Mangalore! No, it didn't happen.*Phew*

We are finally in the bus - Very local. And we finally say goodbye. Oh, one came back with us. Apparently after all that trying to convince her to stay, he convinced himself to come!

So, goodbye Kozikode [Calicut].
Goodbye, lame author,
Goodbye beautiful beach...

But there will be more - memories, fun times, unbelievable moments.
Here's to friendship and crazy ideas!
Here's to us!

Love you ppls!
Cheers!


P.S: So much for thinking this shall be my shortest post!

Kerala - memories - Wayanad

Hmm... time for day 2... More memories, more smiles...

Waking up early in the morning, waking them up early in the morning!
Chundalam boys arrive. The road trip begins...

.... Me and my fellow road loafer,
.... She and the guy who had a slight aversion to girls since 7th standard,
..... Our lame author and his friend ride quietly behind... [but there will be bursts of singing for pure entertainment]
..... Its going to be a long ride - My first ever road trip!

And so, I finally went to Wayanad!
A hill station, winding roads... There will be smoke breaks.
A little interesting conversation, a lot of fun. The place is beautiful, the weather was perfect. He said we were lucky. :)
Hunger creeps in, nobody had breakfast - we stop at little mallu restaurant. Chai is always good. Kerala parothas remind me of college cafeteria.
We ride again, there is little ripping... beautiful tea estates - they remind her of Ooty again. They remind me of Ooty and masala chai. We look for the right road to Eddakal caves and finally reach!
1.2km walk they said... Much more than that we realized! We climb, complain and crack lame jokes... Not to forget - nearly get trampled over by extremely fast jeeps on extremely narrow road!
The view on top will be worth it, they assured me [and themselves]. It was. The cave apparently had evolution of writing. Hah.
It was time to start the downward climb.
Funny videos, buttermilk and photos. The bike seat had heated up. I think it was here they decide to exchange places - Now she discusses Shakespeare with him :). We ride down to paddle boat lake, Vek reads a billboard ad that gives him ideas - our budding lame author after all! :) Nothing much to do there, we leave.
A silent ride to see a waterfall - Part of the ride, the bikes had to trek! We reach, it rains. We sit for awhile in our own worlds before deciding to get drenched in the rain and ride back. I have to protect my camera.[and all their cellphones!]

Riding in the rain - one of the best experiences... Ever.

Rain stops, so do we for awhile - before ripping halfway down so we get dried off. It works, there is wind-blown effect.
We reach back and go to fellow aquariuan's house. Some delicious coffee and then to a place called Zain's. Food was good - did we end up at coffee day again? I think we did.
Back home, we play some Uno - some Just Cannot remember the rules! There is mallu talk.
Soon they leave, she falls asleep, we talk.
We upload the photos - they looked beautiful. We fight about what always bothers me. There is some heart-to-heart talk. We realize. I hope this is true friendship and it lasts.... Finally its time to sleep.

Today was unbelievable.
Again, I say,
So what if it rained? It felt good.

Cheers!

Kerala - memories- Calicut

Who would have ever thought....
And thats how it started.
"Im going to Calicut, can`t come today," he said.
"Damn! Your always going of somewhere! Ditcher!"
"Come along then!"
"Are you mad??"
"No, im serious. You and her come of... I`ll arrange everything."
She said yes lets go.
And I got convinced into actually agreeing to my crazy friends` crazy plans!

Next thing we know... We`r off!!
...... Sitting in the driver`s cabin, laughing at the faces the poor boy makes, being stuck behind a very huge man.
...... Wondering about how this crazy plan was actually happening, becoming reality.
....... Glad she was by my side in this crazy adventure...
...... Too bad he didn`t have anything to eat.
...... There was a bug, it looked like my scarab. It felt lucky.
...... He smoked, we talked and fell asleep.
...... There were elephants on the way... and some late night music.

Next thing we know... We were there!
It looks like Ooty she said. But that was before reaching middle of nowhere and catching my first djang mallu auto! We walked down to the aunt`s house. Who knew how less we`d communicate!
We said hello, grinned and fell asleep.
He barged into the room, smiled and broke the shell bracelet - but that was only the begining of the things to be broken and slipped out of his hand. But no worries, it will be fixed. Oh the innocent little face! :P
We reach his house and wonder what to do. Coffee day? "You come to Calicut to go to coffee day!" remarks the funny guy.
We go anyways. There is curdy coffee. It is given away. A funny cellphone incident that will never be forgotten and the lame joker decides to be a budding author... - I wait for the book. :)
S.M street for shopping. We meet a fellow aquariuan. There is falooda and mango masti. Arabic fela fels later. Now for some deep thought on the rocks.
We go to another beach and wow! we are in awe. What a sunset, what beauty! The picture is taken, the debate continues - the camera or me.

Back home and already we have had so much fun to write about... and this is only day 1!