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!