Sounds

Well , most of my acquaintances find it irritating. Sometime ago even I did.
But now , I just love that sound. The one that plays in the railway station before each announcement.
How do I put it down here?
It reminds me of the excitement of going back home.
And while returning to the college , may be I am too pre-occupied to bother with it.
5 more days to enjoy it again.

What shook me

It's been 6 days now after the attack.
But I was numbed by what my sister told me today.
2 sisters. One of them my sister's friend.
Sister 1 and sister 2.
Both on the phone , talking.
sister 2 in the Taj , trapped. She has closed her door , hid herself under the bed.
Sister 1 asks about her safety. Sister 2 tells about her situation.
Suddenly , there is a banging at her door.
She panics , Sister 1 panics.
They are the terrorists.
But she does not move.
They talk on the phone in a hush-hush.
After 2 minutes they break down the door. They stop talking.
She keeps silent.
The terrorists search around.
No one.
They turn.
Sister 2 whispers to her sister , "Gone , I am safe."
Silence.
At the door, they turn , detonate a grenade , slam the door.
Silence.
Serenely ,Sister 2 to Sister 1 -" They have dropped a grenade. This is a final goodbye."
An explosion.
Silence.
The silence prevails

Exam Time

Exams start in 2 days.
And so I have started to watch a season of Seinfeld , most of it a repetition.
Distracted.
So much so that I cannot even enjoy what I am watching.

How to fill your stomach

I went to the mess today and actually learnt a very important lesson.
I learnt that hope and mix and match are the two most essential things to fill one's stomach.
Hope , that the mess food would be good , which never turns out to be so.
Mix n match is what Bhalgat taught me.
He took roti + vegetable.
Had eaten half the roti ,when he decided he could not take it anymore.
then roti + dal .
half roti again , then the same thing .
Then he hoped that rice would be better.
He ate 4 spoon full with dal and even that didn't turn up fine.
4 spoon fulls with vegetable(yes , vegetable and rice), left it to it after that.
He then tried only dal.
2 spoon fulls and same conclusion.
Vegetables , same.
and the rasgulla.
and he was done.
Malik dhaba will serve him in the night.
I had to go at that very instant.
Bhalgat's smart.
Why am I so damn distracted that even this gets its place here.

How distracted

I have sat down to study for like 4 times ( and I bet that number for me is worth considering to be a big number in this context.)
And I don't know what , but I am so much distracted that I end up reading the news , or surfing facebook , or writing a new post or what all and what not.
How disgusting it feels to be so damn distracted.
And Karunesh sounds good.
Arghh!!

Sundaes + Labels

What does it take to convert vanilla into a sundae?

And this is totally random.
I have noticed this for long but could not come up with a decent answer.
Why does blogger has, as example , scooters as the first label when one creates a post.
Shouldn't it be on the basis of popularity of the label or something?
Scooter is just too strange.
Something like a car or a bike would have been better an example.

Thrice and over

It has been three times now that I have been heavily drunk.
And this time it seems that it was not good , at all.
Yesterday was my senior's farewell party and it feels too bad that I don't exactly remember what happened after I got drunk.
I think I am done.
And yes, I want to be the school boy I was , again.

Quotes

D - " You have to be as straight as straight you can be about your sexuality. Pun intended."

A - " I can never be a pervert. I am unable to be one."

The Unforgiven 3

How could he know
This new dawn's light
Would change his life forever?

Set sail to sea
But pulled off course
By the light of golden treasure

Was he the one causing pain
With his careless dreaming?
Been afraid
Always afraid
Of the things he's feeling

He could just be gone
He would just sail on
He'll just sail on

How can I be lost,
If I've got nowhere to go?
Search for seas of gold
How come it's got so cold?

How can I be lost?
In remembrance I relive
And how can I blame you
When it's me I can't forgive?

These days drift on
Inside a fog
It's thick and suffocating

His sinking life
Outside it's hell
Inside, intoxication

He's run aground
Like his life
Water much too shallow

Slipping fast
Down with his ship
Fading in the shadows

Now a castaway
They've all gone away
They've gone away

How can I be lost
If I've got nowhere to go?
Search for seas of gold
How come it's got so cold?

How can I be lost?
In remembrance I relive
And how can I blame you
When it's me I can't forgive?

Forgive me
Forgive me not
Forgive me
Forgive me not
Forgive me
Forgive me not
Forgive me
Forgive me
Why can't I forgive me?

(Solo)

Set sail to sea
But pulled off course
By the light of golden treasure

How could he know
This new dawn's light
Would change his life forever?

How can I be lost,
If I've got nowhere to go?
Search for seas of gold
How come it's got so cold?

How can I be lost?
In remembrance I relive
So how can I blame you
When it's me I can't forgive?

TWICE

The second time.
But the best part is I am reset.

Height of absent-mindedness

My sister works for MS and i was too terrified in seeing the share prices crashing so severely yesterday. ( they plummeted down 38%).
I started to monitor the prices hence for MS , just in the hope of things being safe.
I monitored them today as well , in the intervals of every 5 minutes.
I realized it after about 2 hours that the prices were constant ( a down of 22.5%).
Even I recall hallucinating that the prices were moving.
It took me about 2 hours to realize that they were not.
Today was Saturday , and NYSE was closed.
I am too stupid.

expectations - the movie

Can our expectations be decoupled from someone else's , when it is that someone who is the actor in that expectation.
Yesterday , I failed miserably as the director of that movie.
It's like there still is the lacuna where all the communication that i thought would take place , was lost.
The actor played the part , but i could not see my reflection in the character.
What a waste.
Why the dependency?
When can we find the coherence.
When can I make a blockbuster?
The dependency still remains.
For a director never makes a movie for himself .
Or does he?
Wish he could.
And yet not.

I am Vivek Bijlwan. That is my identity.
Do we really need a name for our identity?
Can't we live a life without name but not anonymous?
Like this post.

The God and The Devil had , have and will always fight.
Let's do something else.

Cobwebs

My room is full of cobwebs.
I like its design.
I like how the threads flow in the air of the fan.
The delicate balance that these threads maintain between the two adjoining tables.
Just like the balance that we have in our relationships , or we have to develop.
The silk shines in the tubelight.

Lesson to be learnt :: I need to clean up my room :P . It's been some months i guess.

Serial blasts

today , 5 bombs ripped apart through the heart of Delhi.
20 people died.
I was touched by the people who were there at bomb sites ready to help.
Tomorrow will be another day , a new life for everyone. Not sure what happens by the evening.
I salute the spirit of Delhi.

A song dedicated to Somani

Patli kamar mutka ke
Nagin se bal khake
Nain se nain ladaake
Dhani chunari sarkaake



Dilwalo ke dil ka caraar lootne
Yeh aayaa hai UP Bihar lootne
Dilwalo ke dil ka caraar lootne
Yeh aaya hai UP Bihar lootne

post ur comments::: ;-) ;-) ;- )

Celebration

Celebrating ourselves.
I appreciate those who do it.
And yet can't.

The office

Lately my neighbours have been asking what makes me laugh so that all of them get to know that iam laughing.

The office.
Watch it , hilarious to the core.
Michael Scott is a living Cartman.
Now can any series beat that?

My music taste these days

Lately , I have been hooked on to doom metal.
I don't get what the vocalists sings most often .... but the music gives me some solace.
So, even though the readership here is just 2-3 , still if you know any band in that genre , just let me know ( i know google comes with a lot a answers , but not genuine advices).

Clarification

Dear All
This is to inform all my gtalk friends who have pinged me in the last 3 days and have found me busy round the clock that it is not my busyness , self-obsession or whatever they think of me that has lead to my ill-deed of not replying but simply my carelessness to go offline on my pidgin client on a linux system ( a clarification if you wonder how i can be busy all the time with not being there. Pidgin uses some japanese server to connect to talk.google.com and hence does not support the capability ( that's what i feel is the problem) of changing the status to 'idle'. It can also be a problem of pidgin as it might be continuously refreshing the connection in the background. That's what i can think of at present.)

And yes , I am no freak to be studying at 5 in the morning.

Thanking you
Yours faithfully

Advice

I was obsessed to make myself confused big time by thinking and thinking and thinking daily about it. And then :::
" Dude! You are there to study and for a career.
Not for experimenting with emotions . Grow up."

How nicely can 2 lines bring everything into perspective.

Phenomena

We know what they say is right , no matter how harsh it may be.
Coming from them its naked.
And yet we do not want to acknowledge it's nakedness , it may be laced with some exaggeration, something intentionally put-in.
Let us at least acknowledge them as our parents.
Let's name the phenomenon FAMILY.

Closed eyes.

It's sometimes better to shut your eyes , specially when you cannot come to a conclusion and that dilemma is making you hate yourself , for not being strong ( shall i say that?) to make a decision.
Its time to take a chill.
Close your eyes.
Tell someone to look at your situation and advice.
The distant stand.
It seems to work.
It sometimes is the most intelligent decision.
But then why do i feel that it's not my decision. I know the advice was sound , perfect , yet there is this inhibition to move forward with it.
I think its time for a nap.

An Open Road

I am always reminded of this when someone asks me "So whats up?".
It seems such a ritualistic question which either leaves me wondering about it or respond a "not much".
It's something i don't know where i have seen , if i have seen that is. Yet i see it clearly.

It's some vintage car , running in a desert. A straight black road. Straight. There is no sun, but there is some light. The more it moves on , the straighter the road becomes , but never to see an end. Just a straight black road , with no-one around , not even the sun nor the wind , with the sand just still. The stillness on the road is not disturbed for there are no passer-by's. No honking nothing.

And on the other side, and while typing this , I remember the old saying , "the grass is always greener on the other side ", there is a boulevard , and there is traffic as well , and there are people looking at each other. And there is the breeze and the spring or the rain sometimes . One can't listen anything on the road that runs parallel and yet one can see , sometimes that is , when one wants to that there is activity there.And he feels a little too alone. For no matter how fast he tries to drive , the road seems endless , no milestones as well. Just him and the road. An open road.

The KungFu Panda

I have been with people who live in their past. They are basking in the glory of the sun which has long been set.It is not that they are oblivious to it , rather they know that their time is seeping away and will continue to do so, seep seep and then stagnate , yet they let it be.
They have forgotten for they have failed to realize their own self for they have not achieved anything new,the reason being that they have failed to make an effort. They could , for they had deserved their glorifying acts , they still can , yet they don't. they won't rather.
There is some kind of an inhibition in them, an inhibition( or may be a fear) that makes them forget their real selves , deteriorating from what they were meant to be. To them their future seems bleak , lost in the darkness of their inhibition which has let their sun set in reality , which they cannot see with the closed eyes they have started to look at this world with.

I saw The Kung Fu Panda yesterday and was touched by this quote which I dedicate to all the people who live behind those closed eyes:
"Yesterday is the past
Tomorrow is the future.
Today is a gift.
That is why it is called the present."

The Oil Effect

From a global to a local world. Nothing more.

Creative Capitalism

Creative Capitalism :::: By Bill Gates at Davos

So what if Pappu can't dance?

What's wrong with Indian

Nikunj at the Delhi domestic Airport.
Nikunj: What time is the next flight to Allahabad?
The 'Indian' aunty : Well it's at 2:30, but i wont recommend that flight, they switch off the AC at Lucknow... catch a train instead.

No wonder 'Indian' faces losses.

The real cause for inflation

I recently came across an article which explained the real reason behind the inflation and the bear run in the markets.


Everything , happening around has this as the reason. READ

Let women of the world vow, to redeem the markets.....
Wear shorter skirts ..... in these turbulent times , its your moral obligation.

Insects!

I have insectophobia. I hate them. In the past 3 months it has never been that my face has not been without an insect bite. Now , without all the marks of their bites remaining, my friends have forgotten how I looked earlier. Even I don't remember , rather I don't acknowledge any change.

They do not bite me below the waist. Never. But have a certain liking to pee their acids on my face , specially my eyelids. They know it will hurt me most over there. They even bit me once , on my eyelid, just above the eye. It was the most horrific. It has been always when I have been asleep.
I have found a solution. I do not sleep at night , lest they bite me again. I sleep during the day. I see the sun rise everyday. Only then do I sleep. The side-effects, I know , will be catastrophic....but at least my face would be safe.

I went to my professor asking to go home. I have already exhausted my leave. My reason was simple. I showed her my face. 3 months....and she knows that.
She didn't allow me. She did not stand up to her reputation of being a house-wife. I will curse her for this all her life ... probably beyond that as well. She cannot feel my fear for insects. Well may be the pigmentation loss around my eye did not allow her to see the truth in them. Anyways, she will be cursed.

I went to a doctor yesterday. Asked him for reasons. He said it was an unproven fact that insects will bite me whenever they get a chance. He blamed the statistics. At least now I don't have any moral obligation towards myself.

The Tilak

I went to Prayag yesterday. Sangam. After staying in Allahabad for 2 years. Basically the motive was to go for boating.
One of my friends started to wash his sins. I did it too. Everyone else was doing it. Sometimes its better to join the crowd.
Then we went to the Hanuman Temple, which is quite famous as folk has it that the Ganga comes inside the temple to wash His feet. It was the second time in 2 years that I had gone to a temple.My friend's first.I put the orange tilak on my forehead.
We bought Masterstroke, Bacardi and Romanov. Had bought for five of us, was consumed between 3. I had left drinking, the excuse was to get totally drunk. It was the last time.
A peg, 2. Quarter. Half. another.
It sure was memorable , though nothing is clear in my mind.
The only thing that i remember is me staring at my face and the orange tilak on it.

Orkut v/s Facebook

Orkut seemed lame a month ago.

Suddenly orkut has applications .
And not only that , it has themes and games.Thats all that i could discover without an orkut account. The reason i deleted mine was because it seemed lame to have exactly 1015 scraps for 2 months...not even forwards increased the count.

I switched to facebook which was considered a much sacred domain than orkut.

But orkut , suddenly seems interesting. I have seen people play teen patti, and play and play.

Plus change the themes in their homepage.

Suddenly, orkut doesnt seem lame.
And although initially it seemed that all the applications-thing was copied from facebook and myspace , it doesnt seem so anymore.
It seems to be more of innovation now.
Orkut has come back with a bang.
And now i repent deleting my profile. The 1015 could have continued a few more months.

I woke up at 7!!!! I woke up at 7!!!!

Life these days

It's been the nth time that i have cut myself with my razor , out of the n+1 i have done . The first time i shaved.....i remember my sister gifting(rather forcing) me to shave on rakshabandhan....it was a perfect shave.
Ever since then....i cut myself....everytime, without fail. I even bought foam yesterday....today i have 3 cuts...
My friends laugh at me , the only person who can cut himself with a vector plus.........here iam , this is me.


I sleep at 6 (in the morning). Read a comment in Pooja's. I felt ashamed that the world wakes up at that time. But I think I'll continue a few more days . The heat is terrible in the day.


Come wednesday, and i'll become a housewife(no offense ) . For 2 hours , i'll shop at big bazaar, inquire about food products having maximum discounts, i never buy things having less than 50% discount.....that's one of my principles( Wednesday because you get max imum discounts on that day, and this principle has an excuse of haldiram mathri's.) For 2 hours , I will be there with the Allahabad Aunties Association(AAA) checking out the prices , taking and giving a few suggestions , and sometimes playing around with their kids.


I don't like any food now, they all taste the same for me. El-Chico, Friends, Sizzler point,Punjabi,Tripathi, Canteen. Mom, I miss home. And the food.
For a change I have been to the mess for the last 2 meals. Why should i waste money when i don't like that food.

I started reading Ayn Rand, haven't made past 50 pages in the past 1 week. Her forceful writing induces sleep in me. And imagine, I like economics.

I tried Netbeans on Ubuntu. It's support for unicode sucks. Switched to XP, could not install sound drivers.....then there was no support at all for East-Asian languages.
After 3 days the system is fine now...

But the life and the routine is still the same.

Somebody jolt me.

1s

Why does blogger show " 1 comments " ?
It gets on to me, more so because the number of comments i get on my blog rarely exceed "1 comments".

The real person

Why is Rowan Etkinson( Mr. Bean) frustrated ? Rather depressed?
Who is the real Bean?
Why does life has such irony?

Tagged

Q. Last movie you saw in a theater ?
A. Taare Zameen Par

Q. What book are you reading ?
A. The Rainmaker(John Grisham)

Q. Favorite board game ?
A. Chess

Q. Favorite magazine ?
A. Outlook

Q. Favorite Smell ?
A. Rain

Q. Favorite Sound ?
A. The Guitar

Q. The worst feeling in the world ?
A. Loneliness

Q. The first thing you think of/say when you wake up ?
A. 'Abhi Thodi aur der'

Q. Favorite Fast Food place ?
A. Friends

Q. Future child's name ?
A. Never thought of it.

Q. 'If I had a lot of money, I would...' Complete this sentence -
A. Buy a Lamborghini Murcielago

Q. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal ?
A. No.

Q. Storm - Cool or Scary ?
A. Cool without the dust.

Q. Favorite Drink ?
A. Orange Juice

Q. Finish this sentence - 'If I had the time, I would..'
A.Learn the guitar

Q. Do you eat the stems on Broccoli ?
A. No.

Q. If you could dye your hair any color, what would be your choice ?
A. Green and red

Q. Favorite Sport to watch ?
A. Soccer

Q. One nice thing about the person who sent this to you ?
A. A good person

Q. What's under your bed ?
A. A few polybags, a Hanuman chalisa and a duster

Q. Would you like to be born as yourself again ?
A. Absolutely.

Q. Morning person or Night Owl ?
A. Night Owl , but wish not

Q. Over Easy or Sunny side up ?
A. I hate egg.

Q. Favorite place to relax ?
A. Ma-papa's room.

Q. Favorite Pie/Mithai ?
A. mal-pua.

Q. Favorite Ice Cream flavor ?
A. Butter-scotch

The Swim

I went for a swim after 8 years today.
I had learnt it , or rather was forced towards it, for 6 years of my life and had , learnt how to at least freestyle.
I was sure as I had heard, that one could , if learnt, not forget how to swim.

But as i had hoped against hope , I was there in the middle of the pool after a rather ill-executed dive wondering why i was drowning?
People around me got so scared and started the regular commotion.

It was at least a few seconds before I finally realized that I had to move my legs as well.

So typical of me.
Who said one could not forget how to swim?

Brida - money and time wasted

Poelo Coelho has inspired me through his past books. The Zahir, The Alchemist , Veronika Decides to die , The Witch of Portebello , 11 minutes .... all had eternal meaning to life in them.
Unfortunately, either i could not understand what he wanted to convey....or there is no meaning at all, but Brida failed to meet my expectations.
May be the magic he wanted to cast in Brida , could not be done.
May be , as Wicca said.....the tradition of the moon is fast loosing to the tradition of the sun.
It sure has in this case.

The male menstruation cycle

Well I was under the impression that only women undergo a menstruation cycle , it was only last week , and during my exams( wonder if exams are meant for this?) that i got to know that it is men as well who are going through a menstruation cycle.

This cycle does not include any ovulation or external release of any liquids or hormones....but i am sure that there is something taking place , internally , for sure.

It seemed to me a little strange that during my "periods" ( :-o ) , there were strange mood swings taking place ..... strange.... i would be a different person than I normally am.

I could go into bouts of self-introspection and wonder about stuff related to my hormones ( :) ), for around 2 days , just wonder about the missing link of me still being single.
These exams , unfortunately were a part of that "period" ( and that could be a nice excuse for my non-performance...ahem) .
On the last exam day , one of my batch mates ultimately noticed me being in that compromising situation ( i don't know why but i am remembering one of those sanitary napkins ads on television where a girl's friend ultimately notices it.......but whatever..) , and i wonder why only the last day , when my academic battle was lost , dropped the bomb ..... ......
" dude everybody goes through the period ."
And then everything came into perspective.....what a fool was i always battling between reality and reasoning about my status in every profile i have made , a major reason to delete some....for the repetition, for the reality as i had taken for granted was not based on reality..... which being the existence of the menstruation cycle in men as well.

Most of the problems that the men of today are facing are related to the inadequacy of knowledge about the male menstruation cycle in the society........wonder when would the society awaken to the needs of the poor men.
Till then......
Amen!

Colours

We need colours in our life, or so we do.

To some the world is black and white. The world is easy to understand in just 2 colours.

It is black.

It is white.

Just like the days of the doordarshan where one could easily know who the hero and who the villain was.

Simple.

I sometimes wish that the world actually was bicolour. I did not have to strain my brain hard to judge the situation.

Not anymore.

It’s unfortunate, or should I say a reality, but everyone seems to have mixed up the two colours in their palettes , and all so disturbing is that the shades they come up are too dynamic.

Have i lost it?

I think i have lost my touch with the blogging world......i want to post something meaningful but nothing seems to take shape.....
This craving to express myself....but don't know why i cannot.

The Bitter Truth

Life wears no condom, unfortunately refrain is the best option.

I bid Adieu , My love - A geek's love Story.

I got a new XPS 1530(blue color) yesterday. A beastly config of 2.4 Ghz core 2 duo, 4mb cache , 256 MB graphics card , 2 Gb ram....i cannot ask for more.

The transition from an Acer travelmate 250 to this one was quite smooth.
Its like Harry Potter has been gifted with a firebolt over the nimbus 2000.
But now when i touch the keypad....my fingers do not feel the same sensation Iam used to.
When I touch the screen , the edges do not give me the feeling of the leanly crafted archaic monitor..... the edges 0f the new one are too smooth....but the feeling is not.
When i see the screen ... it doesnt give the same soothingness of a humble, oldie.
The fan of the new one doesnt throw the hot air....of which my hand is so used to.
I miss you dear....you have been my best friend for the past 2 years....waking up with me and going to bed..
I remember distinctly , laughing at you with Sanjay for being so crappy.
I know i had cursed you as a heater for winters ( for your hot air), or as a dumble to carry around....but baby ...i'll miss carrying you in my arms....protecting you from the energy outside.
I now realize the effect you have had in me. You have taught me so many things....patience being the foremost....i thank you for that..
So now i have a laptop in true sense......but you will always, be in my heart , i'll miss you....my dearest DESKTOP( it's nickname.....for all the wrong reasons).

Midsem review

GVC : dear PVC, we know you love astro-physics , but sir , we were giving a paper of graphics....not some 12th level kinematics.
COR : the simplest paper i can ever give. 20 fill in the blanks. Mr. PKM( guest faculty from IT,BHU) agreed that we people sleep in your class and act as stupid as we can pretend to be( or are we?)....but common, humaari bhi kuch izzat hai .... and considering the quality of paper , if it was genuine..... IT'ians suck.
SEN : hehe.... it was SEN( or did we say software engineering?).....next time Mr. Agarwal....shapath
DAA :Ms. VA we are not your 5th grade kids..... so set a paper which does not require us to draw .... and it's not history that you give such a lengthy paper.....its engineering.....but considering you....it's understandible.
ORO: Dr. Lahiri.....kuch to padhaaya hota class mein.....kuch....
Business System:...aka....fatta Systems.....Ms. Singh....you'll get to know our real creativity now...

case closed....

The weirdest thought

Relationships have been bothering me for quite a long time. Not me exactly, but the people who matter to me.
There are relationships which have been covered with dust and suddenly, like the nostalgia felt when seeing your coloring book of kindergarten , has made us emotional and made us rethink.

There are relationships which have become a little volatile and all the energy and the disturbances which have been arisen , may be due to an internal or an external factor, has made us emotional and rethink.

And so when I was pondering on ways to waste my time efficiently , I just drew a co-relation.
Imagine relationships to be water. And our life to be 'climbing a hill' task; which actually is so, But relationships as water?
We climb up the hill and want to do it too. That is life. Increase our horizon.That's what is and should be task high up.
Water.
The natural tendency of anything is to have the minimum potential energy.
So water would naturally try to settle at the bottom of this hill.
But then we want to climb up.Who won't?
And we survive on water. A few days without it can make us die.
But then does that mean that we stay down the hill and just drink the water?
Absolutely not.
What comes to us as an answer is to carry a water bottle. And make it a point that we don't scurry up the hill and be careless enough to break this water-bottle. A balance has to be made to carry this water-filled bottle for the path up the hill is too rocky and harsh.

This bottle is our heart.

And so we won't then be like a reckless mountaineer who has climbed up the hill and has forgotten to bring water in his bottle , and standing at the top wishes that he could have had some water , but cannot.
Nor we would be like the mountaineer who is midway and has been careless to have broken his bottle.

Beacause, it is on relations ultimately that we survive.

Indian Classical Music

I thank SPIC-MACAY to have organised a musical evening in our instiute and introducing us to the beautiful world of Indian classical music.
It is a general oblivion that the youth has towards our own music that we never venture outside the Metallica and Nickelback's.
Even the adventorous have only thought of John Denver or Enya. The total neglect that we have shown towards our culture on the whole has made us belief that our music is too slow and not worth spending time on.
And so, when we were forced to attend the concert by the authorities, the only thing that was on our minds was it being a waste of time.
As the artist started playing the Mohan Veena, a lots of giggles and chatters could be heard. Only once we started giving some heed to the artist and the near-to-real sounds that were coming out of the veena did students start paying attention.
And it was in those 1-1.5 hours in which we were left totally mesmerized that we realized how long we had been sleeping, not knowing what wealth we possess ,and thinking it as a dogma, have been loosing.

It's time we wake up.

Why?

Why does He take away those whom we love.
When he gives us life, Why does he take it untimely.
We ask ourselves how we live, Why not how we die.
Why cannot doctors still diagnose diseases correctly.
Why do we forget that someday we too have to leave.
Why do we forget that all that we do is to live.
Why do we still forget.

I have heard enough fables why He takes away all those good people. But still I am not able to convince myself that she is no more.



I would remember her smile.
I would remember her grace.
I would remember the warmth she had around her.
I would remember her power to forgive.
I would remember the respect she demanded.
I would remember the person she was.

I repent now that I was not able to tell her what a beautiful person she was.

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My favourite quote for this week:::

"In this Information Age, Sheldon, We are the Alpha Males."

-----The Big Bang Theory

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I came by this post by one of my friends a few months ago. At that time , I did not realize what it meant.
The post said that there is a certain transition that happens when we graduate from school to college. It said that one looses the individuality. To be accepted by all, and that is what most of want, one has to wear a smiling mask constantly.
One has to always accept the other person, his request , no matter how crazy that may be.
It happened with me today. And it was then that i realized the state of the author of the post i was referring to.
Not that the request that person made was completely crazy....but it was not a request, it was not humble, it was a directive, and considering the issue to which it related, only a humble 'please ' was what was required.
I rejected it.
Unfortunately , I have not been able to wear the mask of the college-goer efficiently.
Still, I express myself.
That does not mean I am the angry young man, I still remain to be the silent-mover.
But then you should not , and must not be taken for granted. I have my reservations for the people who can do that.
And this person did not qualify for that.
Till this you might be wondering..." whats the big deal! Cut the crap off."
The deal is that the person is not normally so. He is genuinely nice and sensible to understand such basics.
And then when I got to know that the person was "pissed-off" by one of my friends, I really was left to but analyze the situation , when my business system class was on.
The person was crazy on some thing...but that doesn't mean he should show his insanity in demanding from me what was my possession for that class.
Does this qualify as an excuse for what he did?
Does this justify my stand on refusing him altogether , and when informed about his unstable situation, still keeping my foot down...for I made an issue of it being about humility and humbleness?
Or is it fine for a person to express his anger in a situation which does not demand it?
It might sound childish but then sometimes adults are foolish enough to act so.
I have been thinking about this for the past 2 hours and the only blockage in completely agreeing with myself is that had I been in a situation where a special child would have behaved with me in the same manner and had I also been keeping the same stance, it would have been unjust on my part to act the way as I did.
But then the person in consideration is totally not that special.