The dog days are over.

Everybody's settling down. Some moving in, some moving out. Some getting married and some getting new jobs. It looks like everybody around is reaching that stage of life, together. At one go, the tables turn. Who knew getting out of college meant jumping into another roller coaster? We all did.

And still, it catches you by surprise one day when you are sitting idle, getting some time with yourself. Gone were the days where meeting friends was an everyday habit in college. No more mid day offs to laze at some homely cafe. Everybody's busy settling down. They may call it work, meetings or just stay at home time, but in the end, we are all getting in sync with the life we are about to live. It makes 6 years from now feel so close by. So natural and obvious. 

Done are those crazy teenage years where a crush seemed like forever, gone is the student life where a notebook was an essential part of your life. Everybody had their last page conversations and stories, too bad you can't have that on your blackberry. 

I guess its good to have memories to reminisce over. But it's also good to take a step back at look at the present. We may not be happy with everything we've done, with the day, with the work, with the people around us. But when you come back home and take a deep breath, talk to that person who makes you smile, you realize - we did okay.

For as long as we are happy, we did good.

Cheers!

The feeling of dance.

The beats, the foot tapping, the choreographed synchrony, the rush of adrenalin, the feeling of letting go – All in what one can call Dance and movement.

Dance and movement connects the body and soul. Just close your eyes and sway to your favourite song, rock out even. The feeling of your body, moving to the rhythm of the music, can be calming to some and liberating to others. Just close your eyes, turn down the lights and move to the music. It doesn’t matter that you don’t know how, you don’t need to have the right steps. All you need to do is move your body.

There is no need for inhibition, imagine nobody around you, or if it helps, someone who moves with you. Listen to your body, listen to your mind. Forget the world outside; this is Your five minutes. There are no worries in this rhythmic world, no tensions, no deadlines. Just the music and you. Do what you feel like - jump, clap, act, ride a horse.

You can dance a trance or jump and spin. There are no rules. Let your body lead you. Somewhere down the path, you may even get creative.

Breathe. Let it go and smile. The world doesn’t seem so bad any more.

Cheers!

Choices.

The night calls out now. It asks you to give in. Things seem to matter less in the darkness. Thoughts are streaming past and seem endless. The mess surrounds you, from within and without. You tread carefully on hearts. Yours lies somewhere beneath them and you can't lift it. Its heavy today dear child, I tell you now. The choices you make are promises for you to keep. A heavy heart sighs with indecision and uncertainty. You know not where the moon is.

Day slowly dawns upon you and you are beginning to feel lighter. Time was given to you to feel. You weighed your choices carefully, you thought. But dear child, no amount of thinking can change the future or tell you how exactly it will be. Time is offered to you and you start to buy it. Thoughts are built upon stubborn fences. They remain persistent but stable. Your continuum is losing balance, dear child. You are making a choice. You have been tipped over and you feel right. The steady blur around you is fading away, you begin to see clarity. You see time has reached you. You are at the toll booth of Decision. 

A decision to have faith,  you always made. Nobody can tell you different. You are at the toll booth and you have to pay now to pass through. You know not, dear child, how to pay, so you step aside, unsure of what lies beyond. Your faith shall not falter, dear child, but your decision is weighed in emotions. Nobody shall pick you up. Soon you shall realize, you do not have to pay, not the price you have in mind at least. 

Life plays its games well.

Cheers!

Written

Days pass by in a hazy blue. Today becomes tomorrow and tomorrow becomes next month. And yet, for the memories, there is always a place is yesterday. Memories of four years ago bring the bittersweet feelings associated with it. They bring back the reasons for writing as they once did. But that was yesterday. That writing is not for now. It is written and become a part of the old pages.

Today, has become a month ago and fresh memories and waiting to be written and made immortal. Feelings are fresh and colours are bright. It is the road not taken... in the past four years. These memories are different and new, feelings are treated differently. Again a reason to write and a reason to feel.

Happiness is no more momentary, we hope it stays.
Peace is no more an illusion, we hope there's more coming our way.
Love is no more an old memory, we hope it may be unconditional.

Cheers!

Because..

Because..

The waiting never seems to end
The letters are never ever sent
The thoughts in the head never quiet down
the feeling inside is a droning sound.

Because...

The poet lies awake
Writing rhymes so fake
the poetry is made
as vague thoughts fade.

Because

The queen called,
hiding under a log
it became the rule
for all loving fools.

Beautiful people
thoughts are lethal
wave the magic wand
let go of the sand.

Its a quiet room. People come and sit. Some talk of things, some just drift. Soon they stand, smile and leave. That was one more hope - a chance to keep.

Cheers!

Shrinking.

A craving for craziness.. Color it turquoise.
A need for change... But not you.
A new addiction.... to thoughts.

Close your eyes and breathe. Families talk to you, you listen. People think chaos exist within them. Wish you could say its true. But you are no healer, you have no power. So you listen. You learn. You absorb.

Now its soaking. The mug is filled and overflowing. You feel like choking. Breathe.

Who says you can't go away? I can make you, ask you or simply tell you. Go back to your world, dear friend. Free yourself from misery and drift away. You are right in everything you say. What you see maybe true, but i cannot choose to believe it. I shall sit by your side and listen. I shall agree and you shall even surprise me and make me smile. You make me curious, you amuse me.

A much needed break - from life and things. To go away far where nobody knows you and calls on you to listen and make choices.

An If Only moment. Danke. Reality strikes shall strike, soon. It should. It is raining on your cardboard box.

Cheers! To possible future excitement.

Abstracting.

I watch white pages turn as I think about you tonight. Questions, I can hear, falling over each other as they try to reach me. No one clear thought strikes me but they all make sense.

I sit by silently and watch strangers whisper in the darkness of the warm room. Sweet nothings and bad advice all sound the same to me tonight. I hope for me I know where im going. I hope for you that you'll know better.

Words fill my white pages tonight. You are filling your world elsewhere. I am a part of it, but merely sidelined. I play my role and stay in the back. While i sit back and watch, i realize. Dear child, I wish you had called. But we fortold our destiny and i hastily agreed. Now i settle in bed to read and sleep silently, calming my thoughts as they rise with every word i write.

Good night dear child, drink your hopeful colours. For when you come home, you will lay down your head. And dear child, we both know, in your tired dreams, we both rest well.

A Theory of sorts.

My theory. It is rooted in me. It is rooted in you. It is rooted in most of them too.

I speak from experience today. Like all other days, today has passed with many passing thoughts. One might wish it possible to write them all down.. Some may seem simply brilliant to some of us. And yet, when we do sit down to distangle the cobweb of thoughts, we have lost it among many other insignificant details.

People develop theories. They base it on scientific experiments and laws of science. They speak of the influence of variables.
I merely base it on life. My only influence are People.

The famous quote "I think, therefore I am" is indeed one to ponder upon. We are made up of our thoughts. Our thoughts are influenced by people. People are influenced by their thoughts. Which in turn is influenced by other people. It is a vicious spiral that grows into you. At the end of the day, every thinker assumes he/she thinks too much.

It is the irony of life that we question it. Since as long as we live, most of us do not find a satisfactory answer. For those of us who do, it doesn't seem worth questioning. But we shall all search, because in the end, what matters is that we searched, not whether we found the answer or not.

On a more personal note, too much is indeed too bad. It leads to a continuous rant and ends in vagueness. For now I pause, take a deep breathe as I move on to another thought...

Cheers!

Random post # 27356

A gay man, 2 transgender women, an intellectual, my senior and me.

This is the story of the National Conference. At least for me it is. Today is a day later. A day later from the 2 day national Conference on Sexuality and Psychology. A day later from the hectic running around and putting confused pieces of the conference together.

Changes. A week of it all it has been. Who knew a week was enough. A roller coaster ride from fixing laptop to small, warm birthday, to spending quality time, to random partying and then running back to hectic conference fixes, dead film reviews, intellectual conversations with gay friends with a mixture of scandalous gossip.

And there was still more for photo taking, night singing, random driver talk and trips to out of town, flirty transgender babe and Freud discussions.

A week and a day later, I can still sit and write pages about it. I only need to figure out where to begin and where to end. This post has no particular order of things. Simply because there is no particular order to life right now. Order is not the word of the year it seems. Not for me at least. I remember in PUC one of my first stories was about chaos and confusion in other people’s lives and how I loved creating those. Today I write about my own.

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There is no life plan. It’s a wish, an imaginary feeling to make one feel better about tomorrow. Life just happens. There is no stopping it. One day im thinking how life would, no scratch that, shall be when I have this, this and this done. And the next I realize im floating down a different stream. My boat still has pieces of my fate I control, but its hidden somewhere beneath the oars that lie limp beside me. It took me a random movie to realize I need to pick up those pieces and put it in a waterproof bag. It took me some thinking to realize I can pick up those oars and give my life boat a direction. Sure the heavy waters pull me slightly off direction, but they all join the big ocean in the end. And the ocean is not the end. It’s the endless.

I tend to lose myself in the process,
But I find myself in all the mess.
I may get disillusioned on the way,
But reality shines as bright as day.
I like to get high and dream,
I watch stars as I float down my stream.
But sooner or later I sit up and think,
And life makes sure to give me a hint.

Cheers.

New Year randomness

So its a New Year.. New times, new lines... new crimes.

A New year is like a new beginning for some, an end to things for some... and just a passing experience for most.

Life experiences are always good... Sometimes people learn from it.

Decisions are tough to make. Especially when one is completely responsible for it and its consequences.

Bittersweet is an interesting word. Sums up life so perfectly sometimes. Its a sweet feeling with bitter edges.

There is always space in someone else's life boat. And there is always somebody in your boat. When you think you are alone, there is always somebody else at sea.

There are some topics on which you can't say anything. No words, just feelings.

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Moments under the moonlight,
Bright flashes at night.
Tagged memories,
Everybody sees.
So smile please and say cheese.

Morning's maze,
brings the blank and dazed.
Soon enough, everybody says-
Move on, not worth the wait.

Its New Year,
Drive away those fears,
move to second gear,
And just say cheers!

:)

The Spiral

There was a girl
who lived awhile.
Her life was good,
but not without cries.
People are contagious, people are weak.
People need people and so did she.
Time passed by, she found someone,
who witnessed her life and helped her some.
She did too, time and again,
it was spiral, it became a game.
Then came a few more, worth the wait,
but the spiral was only half made.
So she moved and found a new town,
the more she tried, the more she frowned.
Then came the day, when they called,
thats when she knew, the spiral had stalled.
Going nowhere and yet far away,
when she woke up, it was still another day.

Bright sunshine, luminous moon
give her hope, give it soon.
Cloudy skies, lightening and thunder
these are days that make her wonder.
Now she has only one thought,
Two words - Spiral out.

The Life of Others.

Indeed seems interesting.
Indeed looks amusing.

Then there were those few who knew it was just a phase. Get drunk, get high and at night its time to go. And in the day they all walk away. Each to his own, life is weirdly potrayed.

More noises, more silence, whichever way the wind blows, over rocks, over lakes, over mere mortals who were underdosed.

Point at stars, blow the candles, blow the smoke. Random barks as people silently go. Alseep a few, cold were some. Lights disappeared as morning had come.

Green grass, White cheese, some water, some ease. A house was something to which people come and go, nobody cares, nobody knows.

Large lands full of people, some get to sit, cause the rest of them - only spit. Talk about thoughts, some need to breathe. They think a lot, they need to live.

Walk across darkness, sleep beneath beds, the Life of Others is merely half said.

Song for home.

People sing all these songs
But for me its been so long
Just one place i wanna be
Home is all i wanna see.

I want a blue moon sky,
One that breathes and one that sighs
I want that place of mine,
It makes me grin and makes me smile.

People sometimes, they ask me this,
So, what is it that you miss?
That one place which brings me bliss
My Life and everything it is.

I want a blue moon sky,
One that breathes and one that sighs
I want that place of mine,
It makes me grin and makes me smile.

When I wander down the roads i feel,
something missing, something unreal
Then I trip to memory lane
And remember, that sweet smell of rain.

I want a blue moon sky,
One that breathes and one that sighs
I want that place of mine,
It makes me grin and makes me smile.

:)

Sigh.. Home..

Things i hope/wish/want to do.

In no particular order:

* Float on the Dead Sea

* Visit atleast 3 Wonders of the World

* Go Paint balling with a big gang of friends

* Go to a Metallica concert - DONE! :D

* Ride a thoroughbred horse

* Get to sit in a Lamborghini (LP - 560 if possible)

* Witness an amazing sunset on the beach with friends - done

* Learn to play the drums

* Bitch slap someone ( Hannah Montana/Paris Hilton... )

* Get a life-changing haircut

* Live outside (alone)

* Write a book

* Go on a road trip - done <3

* Be a kickass psychologist

* Drink champagne

* Witness a miracle


* Think of more things to put here.

Cheers!

My week so far.

Im bored and irritated.
Also hungry.

-yawn-

Time to get to work in an empty house.

Level 20 with a Tire iron it is.

Oh we graduated. Yay.

random thunkings.

When you wake up in the morning, what’s your first thought? When you listen to my voice what do you hear? Will there be more days to pass by silently or sleepless nights? You will dance today for the world is yours. Or you make it seem so. Tomorrow again, you look for me. And soon you will push me into day before. For again, your day will come to dance, dear child and dance you shall. You will build your own world and dream your own dreams. I will be needed no more – to push or to keep. So I will stand now, my child. I will go. There is no business here. You will look at me for no answers.

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You know what you think, I merely see it. I am that shiny silver part of your room, in front of you now. I see what you see, and yet we both know to hide it well. Some days you wake up and you like what you see. Those are the days I like too. Some days you don’t even need to look and I can still see you. I reflect you faithfully. Some days I look away and you pull me towards you. You force me to look. And then I see it. I see you. I see me. I see our life.

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You feel mad today. Just like yesterday and the day before. You think it shall never change. I see your world, but only sometimes. Dear child, the waiting will end. But I do not know what happens after. Nor does he and nor will she. I stay with you today, I give you hope. Tomorrow, I shall be on my way. Looking in the opposite direction, when life moves forward, maybe fun. You neither know the way nor the destination. But you shall arrive. And somebody else will show you what lies yonder. Among the trees is a place. It’s broken down but can be mended. It is not yours. But one day it will be. That day you shall turn and head back the way you came and remember - It was fun.

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You drink and dance. You hear the music in you. You close your eyes and see her face, her sad smile. Next to her you see the writing. The beautiful words embrace your mind. You feel him kneel down beside you, you are about to do the same. You pray with all your heart, he is too. You stand and feel the raindrop, you feel her presence. You smiled that day. Then you wished and prayed again. Only this time you just saw her sad smile. Your wish came true, your prayers were answered. Open your eyes dear child, your angel stands far. Smile your sad smile, for you wished for those beside you and he left her flowers.

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You talk from far away. You wish you were here. Days pass without your presence. I feel you no more. Your smile makes me smile and your words make me believe. But I will see you no more. It is you. It is me. It is the world around us. It is them. For you, I hope we meet someday. For you, dear child, I will look away. For you, my brother, I will wait. For you, dear friend, I will write.

Random

So its been awhile. I switched to the good ole pen and paper sometime ago, seemed more inspiring. :)

Neighbours fighting as usual. Its so funny listening to them. The little 6year old kid shouts at everybody in the end.

So Avial was good fun. So was the Simpsons Clue! :)

Mysore getaway. I love the zoo and the only gorilla our nation hosts...

Still want to go bowling...! :(

April was a good month actually. Many birthdays, quick getaways, random fun days, brownies, music and of course, the rain! Oh and I voted too! And i cooked and cleaned! April's been a very productive month.


Ok. Attention span is over. Found new distraction. Mission incomplete.

But cheers anyways!

The Sims life.

There were days when we thought life was getting too monotonous. We wake up in the morning, we get ready, we rush to college. We sit in class, and we sit in class and we sit in class. Some nice food and some lame jokes in between. Some books to read and some music.

Then came the PMS and the blehs. Sometimes it was cause of other people, sometimes it was because of this monotony of college. No wonder most of us didn't tear up during farewell. It was still part of the schedule. It was still a part of that life. The Sims Life.

When you play that game you realise how addicting it is. Its the same thing you make your Sim character do over and over again. And yet, its so very addicting. It is so like life. We do the same things everyday. Sure, we earn some skill points and make friends and all that, but its still the same addicting game. Over and over again.

We got pissedd off with that sameness. We got bleh. And now we realise how much it shall be missed. No more college. No more waking up early in the morning or late and rushing/ripping to make it on time. No more reading books in class and pulling peoples leg. No more Sum food and khakra. No more headphones in ears. No more random class gossip, no more weird fat teachers. The Sim life, or rather, that Sim life is over.

Now what? Finding new things to do, new ways to pass time, to occupy ourselves. No assignments, research projects to use as excuses. All the work you never had time for and always wanted time to do can be done now. But wait, what were all those things?!

So anyways, now we have time to clean rooms, cook food, play random games, meet old friends, wake up late and be very jobless.

Yenjoy.

Cheers!

PS: if anybody bored and jobless, put call. We shall do keeda.
Sigh. Somethings never change...

On everything.

Another chapter comes to an end... College is over. Everyone is realising it slowly. One last time to do this, one last chance to do that.

Church Street Inn is a fun place to hang out at.

Slam books to be filled, photos to be taken, people to be missed.

A Really Happy Birthday!

A Simpsons research paper.

Gokarna? Yes? Nein?

.... till the magic lasts.

Rain!

Shopping purple. Some food and some fun... A Lot of sun!

A blog post on moi!


On booze and coffee, on chocolate and milk. On chances and happiness, on thoughts and wishes. On people and days, on papers and blehs. On parties and cakes, on friends and smiling faces. On status msgs, on weird made up stories. On moments and magic, on hopes and maybes. On you, and you and you.


This blog post is on Everything.

Cheers!

For the medallion

A few words at the end of the hunt. good times and some.


White words will show you some
running around will be fun
find nature, find magic
black letters are not so tragic.

they don't end and yet they do
if you reach, you're one of the few
talk to them, it really helps
karma points and the ice melts.

Imagination, in your hand
if you pleased her you're the man
so then smile, eat some food
it really does help the mood.

the waiting gets tough
Patience is rough
and shadows play
with what the words must say.

Blossoms and butterflies, stars and days
when you're in there, it's in your face
what you read, what you saw
what you know is all you got.

Before you know it, its all over
it's somebody else who's somewhere lower
hugs and hopes, smiles and smokes
where's the pillow, where's the poke.

Now, sleep, eat, do something else
tomorrow is another test
soon something else may come our way
till then... well... nothing more to say.


Cheers!