Diwali

Diwali brings together a lot of things. Mostly happy memories. Back in Kgp, Diwali is a magical affair. Captured in the lighting up of thousands of diyas in a few seconds. The transformation of darkness into form and light. For most of us in the village it is a time away from home. We hardly get any vacation. So for the student community, when the sleepless nights of hardwork and days of planning finally crystallize into that magical diya lit composition, the longing for home takes the back seat, even if momentarily. And even if we mull the same topic every year, Illu or no Illu, being a part of the whole process and watching the thousands of diyas, lighting up in a few seconds to give form to the shapes on the chatais and life to the story put together by all the chatais... it all seems worth it.

Back home, theres a Kali Pujo in the para. And theres a different set of things to be worried about out here. For me its a much needed breather. A little time-out to enable me to stop and breathe a little more. Other than the flurry of activity centred around the para pujo its laid back and free from the precipitating tension of the world outside. Give to a villager this picture and he (and the very few she's) shall name it heaven. Now, almost at the end of college (haan yeh movie waala effect hai, with background music for the punchline:) i realize that most of us crave for times like this. And within a few months time we will be all too far away from it....

Over the years a lot of my friends and myself too, began liking the stay at Kgp during vacation times. The peaceful calm that pervades the village during vacations is in sharp contrast to sem time. Its a time when you can go to bed without the impending thoughts of assignments to be done, guide to be met, football practice to wake up for, worry about your future and realize that IIT didn't make much of a difference, somehow the ticket you thought you had got was lost now... and then curse yourself and wonder where you're headed. Though the worries are shared by almost all of us, the art of grim thinking is my area of specialization.

With college coming to an end, one is often flooded with such profound and scary questions on a regular basis. The good times to mull over such important issues are meal times, it helps the digestive process which begs for support as the battle to eat and digest mess food rages every single day of hostel life.

And therefore one has come home to escape the voices in his head from doing all sorts of shit to him... and eat good biryani and mangsho and sit by the lake under a firecracker lit sky...

Happy Diwali to you all...

Sorry for a long and winded post. Has been a long time, with a lot of things on my mind...

drug

It always happens this way he thought, it starts off with this crazy rush that no drug can give you; but unlike the drug it's difficult to keep getting back the rush every single time. And unlike the drug, unless you find something after the heady feeling gives way, it becomes a just burning flame, susceptible to the gust of wind that would just turn the page in your book...

He'd seen his friend go through the same thing, one moment you see the perfect picture to hold on to forever; and then next moment you just switch off. For his friend that urge to hold on died an unexpected death. And what seemed to be the most amazing thing to have ever happened after she left him just dissolved into the distances and the fog of memories... leaving him lost again.

But for him it was different, he had found something beyond the rush, something that was as inexplicable as it was powerful. This strong urge to hold on, to keep it close and guarded and safe. Maybe because the first time you fall so hard for this drug, nothing can seem to match the intensity. And nothing will. Ever.

But lets say that the tragedy of it all lay in the realization that the more he tried to hold on the more it seemed to slip away. "Kind of a catch-22 situation" he laughed himself to comfort, which was rare.

This was and had been the best of everything, but I guess even God charged taxes for extra benefits, for his was the stuff dreams are made of. The stuff that can keep you smiling in the darkest of storms. Something easy to make others jealous of you being God's favourite child. There was a lot of pain involved in it, maybe it was a test? He doesn't know, but now he keeps company with songs in the lonely hours after midnight. Hoping that things would fall into place, that all the effort would be worth it, because he knew he'd given everything and could give yet more only and only hoping he wouldn't lose the best thing that ever happened to him.

The village can drive you crazy, its not a place but often a depressing state of mind. I feel so much more healthier when I'm home. And funnily I feel disconnected from home...

Right now, too many things seem wrong.
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Earlier in the day I was watching a few delightful PIXAR videos on the LAN... heres one I loved! Watch out for the expressions of the birds.

long time...

on orkut i'm connected to over 2.7 crore people, if each gave me a buck i'll chuck any job coming my way, go to goa buy a house and then fly to leh and do the same there. summers would be spent in leh whilst the goa house would be rented out to tourists and the process reversed in winter...

life would be made...

5 minutes after i had this thought the flaw appeared on the horizon and poof!

it was all gone...

if everyone borrowed this idea then the 2.7 crore people i'm connected to shall want a buck back :(

moonlit nights by the beach, stunningly beautiful rugged mountains... damn!

i know.. i didn't have anything better to post!! and yes, my midsems began today...

so far away from me

"Here I am again in this mean old town
And you're so far away from me
And where are you when the sun goes down
You're so far away from me "

It's my favourite time of "day" in the village. 2:25 a.m. no sleep in sight, lights out in my room and this gem in Knopflers' peerless voice. It can't get better than this, neither worse...

I guess I'll miss this when I get out of here...

weekend at home...

A post has been long due. There aren't many reasons for the inactivity though. Nothing like being too busy with work or anything. Have preferred reading blogs for a while now. Infact activity on orkut seemingly increased, but I realise I come nowhere close to standard definitions of heavy orkut usage. My scrapcounts have been eclipsed and overshadowed by people who've been on orkut for fractions of time compared to me. I'm bad at it.

Interestingly a whole lot of school friends were found on the network, so a good lot of time was spent in exchanging notes and catching up with everybody. Communities were formed and old school jokes were relived. Social networking is an interesting thing. The theory of Six Degrees of Separation has solid proof now. Orkut also makes you feel old. People in school have orkut id's nowadays.

Final year feels a lot like retirement. Very few classes, a very peaceful time yet. I do have to begin some serious work on my project. It was a sad affair indeed when I was met with a pretty badly maintained computerised triaxial testing machine, it is to be my companion to see me through my btp. Nobody knows how to work it, so I've been given the manual and a duster to begin with.

Since I have Fridays off, I get an extended weekend everyweek. Fortnightly visits are made to Kolkata and Omkara was seen on Friday. I enjoyed every bit... the acting to put it mildly, was superb. A lot of sleep was caught up with too. Back in college, a little bit of football and a lot of pugloo jokes are being used to keep the self busy. Will hopefully keep posting.

radio god

The radiogod killed me tonight with this song. Especially the last bit...
(to know who or what the radio god is, go here)


Dear Matthew
I like you a lot
I realize you're in a relationship with someone right now and I
respect that
I would like you to know that if you're ever single in the future
and want to come visit me in California I would be open to spending
time with you
and finding out how old you were when you wrote your first song
Dear Jonathan
I liked you too much
I used to be attracted to boys who would lie to me and think solely
about themselves
and you were plenty self-destructive for my taste at the time
I used to say the more tragic the better the truth is whenever I think
of the early 90's
you face comes up with a vengeance like it was yesterday
Dear Terrance
I love you muchly
you've been nothing but open hearted and emotionally available and
supportive
and
nurturing and consummately there for me I kept drawing you in and
pushing you
away
I remember how beautiful it was to fall asleep on your couch and cry
in front
of you for the first time
you were the best platform from which to jump beyond myself what was
wrong with
me
Dear Marcus
You rocked my world
you had a charismatic way about you with the women and
you got me seriously thinking about spirituality and you wouldn't let
me get
away with kicking me own ass
but I would never really feel relaxed and looked out for around you
though
and that stopped us from going any further than we did
and it's kinda too bad because we could've had much more fun
Dear Lou
We learned so much
I realize we won't be able to talk for some time and I understand that
as I do
you
the long distance thing was the hardest and we did as well as we could
we were together during a very tumultuous time in our lives
I will always have your back and be curious about you about your
career your
whereabouts

(Unsent- Alanis Morissette)

first evers are to be remembered

I bought two books: The Prophet and Norwegian Wood with my first salary.


What did you do with yours?

comments please.

Mumbai mayhem

Versova (1)

CST

Versova (2)

The rains arrived last week. the guest was expected, but not so soon. Normally i'm like the million other rain lovers but this time our meeting didn't have a great start. I harbour a big grudge against the rains for burning a considerable hole in my pocket. Trying to get my non-waterproof cell phones fixed, buying shoes and a raincoat are not exactly my idea of fun. Especially since every exercise of trying to determine the speed at which my money is flowing out is extremely depressing.

The rains are much more fun if you're at home sipping cups of hot coffee and getting under the warm covers to watch a movie.

I think the memory of walking from churchgate to vt in the pouring rain would've been a pleasanter one if only for my cell phone/s. Being bereft of a phone sucks :(.

Two hours of the Sunday evening were spent rather happily reading up/flipping through some books at the Crossword store at Hiranandani Complex thats a minimum-auto-fare distance away from campus. The complex itself is magnificent. The architecture is very prominently Gothic and you may forget that you're still in the country whilst surrounded by these beautiful buildings. There are open piazza like spaces with eateries and shops along the periphery. Families, kids, couples, old men/women form the happy crowd. This is a different India.

A lot of thought processing went into that quiet evening.

And to sign off i must congratulate thomas my dear pal, who's a dearer pal since he's now richer by $5000. Yes google is paying him that much for a project he's working on... something to do with architecture and space and stuff... i've never figured out this guy. He's as weird as they make them.

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even after being a seasoned kolkata bred bus-hanger-stunt/antic expert i have conceded defeat to the mumbaiwallahs. and a local train hanging stunt is scarier. the sheer number of people in this city is mindboggling. and the city bursts at its seams during office hours. but just like most things in India, somehow miraculously rising out of all this overwhelming confusion, things still happen.

a few days ago i was sitting all by myself at bandra bandstand. its not exactly your sand beach but instead coast is littered with rocks which go quite far into the sea. its beyond me to capture the feeling of sitting on a rock with the wide expanse of the sea before you, the roar of the waves and a wild, magical city lying forgotten, behind you. i ended up spending two hours sitting there. i moved from rock to rock back towards the mainland as the waters rose with the approach of high tide.

the beauty of this city still has me in its sway. i've taken a few pictures but haven't had the chance to upload them. will surely try to put them up here.

i'm presently at a cyber cafe during my lunch break. and my times almost up. i think i'll stick to my sunday posts.

Mumbai... the city of dreams.

Sitting at Marine Drive... staring at the New-York esque skyline on one side.... the occasional noticeable sound of the soft waves crashing below. The casual laughter, the dismissive words and the silences that capture everthing else.

A million words woudn't capture the Marine Drive evening.
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Its a stunningly beautiful city. The problem is most of the people living here miss that fact regularly. Its crowded and humid and a ride on the local trains can be a horrendous affair but the traffic is worse. I was stuck for almost an hour and half in traffic on my way to office one day.

Work is HECTIC. I work approximately 40 hour weeks. I leave in the morning and return twelve hours later, minimum. Almost 2 hours are spent commuting. The first week was fun. It was interesting to see almost every co-passenger wearing a fancy ear-gear plugged into their cell phones, busy listening to the radio. Many have the Agent Smith sort of earphones. Its wondrous seeing all these these techno savvy people. The sheer volume of people going to work is mindboggling and i guess another noticeable for a bangali here is that everyone here sticks firmly to their 9-5 timings. Infact the 5'o clock deadline is invariably pushed back further.

The site I'm in charge of is located in poshland- Lokhandwala Complex, Andheri. Its home to music directors and most recently Manoj Bajpai! Flats here are easily worth in crores. Mumbai gets you used to talking in crores.

Mumbai has its share of interesting people. Kamlesh, the guy incharge of the site before me, seemed straight out of the Munnabahi movie. The talk, the walk... everyday he'd ask me if had set my eyes on any "item" yet. We were incharge of the site together for a week, and everyday there was some interesting funda about life in Mumbai. Even taxi wallahs havent refrained from sharing their bits of advice on the city.

The most common refrain is of how you can't leave this place once you visit Mumbai...
if only....

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3 days at home: mostly spent reading a novel, surfing the net and anchoring with some old friends over gtalk. S leaves for scandinavia today. tis interesting to note how vacations have been turning points in zis life...

i'm pretty apprehensive about joining work in mumbai. makes me introspect on the great grand "plan". introspect on three years of being a techie. in a years time i'll have a b.tech degree to my name. seems like a big joke.

the whole idea of us being a part of the great organic program run by Deep Thoughts successor (yes am reading: H2G2... yeah i kno, but theres always a time to start innit?) seats itself firmly in the chaotic neurons overworking themsleves, crosswiring all the matter, to paint a hazy shade of ze blues for a while now. its a curious ailment, identified with a detachment from all things fun and monosyllabic answers to queries and attempts made at conversation by third parties.

diversion was seeked by confronting an old ghost, shopping and then using free messaging to bother S. poogloo called, to my surprise, and did his usual hooping laugh thing to drive me into splits. the adventures of poogloo and the igloo are tales of legend... luckily for him, his visa woes have been solved.

another whole afternoon was spent dissecting of the topic of the blue village monster with an old friend. another tale of visa worries. hers is still on hold, while travel dates are fixed and close at hand.

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am not sure if i'll post before leaving for mumbai. if not post, comments shall be used to communicate most certainly. and yes, suggestions about the template are invited! it's the waiting-for-the-rains theme

"shelter from the storm"- dylan

a year past. a lot of things found and a lot of things lost. a lot of shiny new feelings and reflections of the self in different shades of light, dark and blue. a few days back i hit the realisation that time was speeding past silently. i lost myself, wondering what will happen to us. fearing the storm that promises to make the sea a monster. but promises too, to make it the worthiest sail of all.

somehow i just can't communicate the senses that form the lumps in my throat. if you'd ask me, i'd say "nothing"....

lets hope the lumps just evaporate!

shelter in song...

its a 4 day weekend we're not celebrating. eggjams be damned! not too many thoughts to distill off my head right now, the heat be cursed!

foul mood prevails and catastrophic thinking spirals* eat up brain cells.... sorry, pathetic unintended rhyme.

a pretty rough week up ahead, with all possible class tests and group project final presentation. the latter i know nought of. seeking refuge in song, right now winamp plays tangled up in blue.

been watching parts of dil chahta hai to offload the heaviness that has set into the night. tanhayee i think is a classic. it be intensely angsty and thus be liked.

shubho noboborsho to all! may the year bring much joy and happiness!
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alter ego proceeds to ponder over lost beliefs. thoughts that gave hope and made days brighter...

*an expression i picked up from another blog, i think we both suffer from the same ailment- catastrophic thinking spirals

3 weeks until the end of the month. summers and final year are all that shall be left of college life. a two month internship in maximum city (no, i haven't read the book). a place i like to romanticise about.

i've found a new song to fall in love with. i've been traversing cyberspace and reading eloquent eloquent blogs. thanks to one post i fell in love with a favourite u2 no. all over again. another one lead me to discover joni mitchell to her unfathomable depths.

in village news, western vocals was a debacle. our guitarist had apparently on some previous occasion tried to win the attention of the pretty young lady who was also the judge. obviously she did let us know what she felt about the attention.

the soc-cult gc scene is set to travel into interesting times. rk are seemingly within range of netting a golden gc, with everyone obviously trying hard to prevent that from happening. (read: the hall running in for 2nd place benefits and incites more chaos ;), they call it poltu in the village )

state of mind is pretty weird at times. the thoughts have voracious appetites and eat up the brain matter often. fears and worries. shadows haunting the empty corridors of a blank mind. its difficult not to think. the music helps at times. theres always a song for every mood, every feeling, every colour. someone teach me how to encode songs on a blog?

exam weeks up ahead... hopefull they'll drive me frust enough to post with a little more frequency.

i also realized, that other than the regulars (ofcourse, i'm making a big assumption here that there are still people left who read the blog), there are some visitors who've never commented. hi! :) to you. why not leave a comment this time round?

It’s been a long time since I've done some wondering around here. Not blogging for a long time leaves you with some problems. Too many things to talk about in one go. Doesn't work too well always.

Ravings and rantings about the village is mostly awl of this post.

A first is up for me next week. Though I did debut in western groups, western vocals will be more percentage of stage area hogged. No, I’m not exactly crazy about it. I think I do a decent job. The modest me says, lets see what happens. The not so modest me is hoping to cause a few upsets. I can promise it shall be memorable.

In other Kgp news, holi was played in colours true to Kgp spirit. Did not try the bhang served in the mess as I felt very holy on the particular day. To avoid sacrificing another t-shirt to the festival I decided to go without one. It was one of my shortest holi yet, as I did not venture out of the hall. Spreading colours in all the wings was satisfying enough.

I haven't been home for over a month now. Not that I miss it. Kolkata is a place I’ve lost touch with in a big way. Friends have all mostly left the place. The para folks are the only ones I meet every weekend that I go back. Till a couple of years back, pujo was the time for old timers. Friends would return to the city and meet-ups planned. Now, my last anchor in the whole scheme of things has gone his way too... Anyways... that shall be extolled upon some other day.

I am home at present. I'm a little worried. I caught myself gazing in awe at all the riveted connections that hold up Howrah bridge. The design of steel structures class has surely had its ill effects on my impressionable mind.

I think I shall exit here as I feel I'm stretching a bad post too far.

the lovers

And since we're talking of love and things like that. Heres something I loved reading.

The Lovers

The Lovers will drink wine night and day.
They will drink until they can tear away the veils of intellect and melt away the layers of shame and modesty.
When in Love, body, mind, heart and soul don't even exist.
Become this,
fall in Love, and you will not be separated again.

-Rumi

Everytime I chance upon this guys poems they blow me away. Just had to post this.

TAG!

Back on this page after a LONG time. I've been perfectly fine. Just somehow never got around to post. I've been tagged. For a long time now. Twice over. It’s the 8 things about your lover tag. It’s the chance to make the dream wishlist even Santa would have difficulty in fulfilling. But the enviable justification of being a tag, it should not be wasted.

Infact the list that follows is stuff I randomly came up with. It in no way comes close to listing all that could be wanted in a dream partner. And moreover I guess it holds both ways, i.e. yours truly must needfully fulfill all the following criteria too.


She:

1) Should be someone who'd take my quirks and make me feel comfortable. I should be able to open up to her, not fearing that by doing so she’d use anything against me.

2) Should be someone I can talk crap to all day long, be my crazy loony self and should pretend she's enjoying it all the way.

3) Should understand me: not be affected by my nonchalance, my detachedness... often mistakenly linked to me being an unfeeling person. Should basically realize that at times I am like that and let it be.

4) Shouldn’t necessarily be all like me. Infact, we should compliment each other, enrich each other with our thoughts and takes on life.

5) Should respect me for what I am. Criticize the bad things, appreciate the good. Be proud of me the way I am: sappy, crappy, weird, mad, unfeeling, uncaring... it’s called love baby! And they say it’s blind.

6) Should reciprocate my feelings; make me feel wanted, cared for and special.

7) Must needs be talkative and not be discouraged by my quiet moods.

8) Should not expect me to direct things always. I often believe in taking the backseat. Being laid back and unworried is in my nature.

I guess what i'm trying to say is that, she should accept me the way I am and be proud at that.

Phew!

Finally done. I refuse to tag anybody else as I don't believe in propagating evil.

I think i will post up in a while. Though knowing myself I wouldn't promise that yet.

song playing: "both sides now"- joni mitchell

mood: bluesy

the boy is often visited by this feeling. its when the boy wishes he could shut out the lights in his room and goto sleep. song playing on low volume to sooth the tired boy.he's repentant about things done. by him. realizing that the hurt done will take a long time to heal. praying it'd heal. knowing it looks stupid to say that now. but still praying. he didn't mean to. he was flooded by the magic. blinded almost. but thats no excuse. i don't think it is.

its like that U2 song..."You say you’ll give me..... A harbour in the tempest". right now the boy tells me he's looking for the harbour.

Moons and junes and ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As ev’ry fairy tale comes real
I’ve looked at love that way

But now it’s just another show
You leave ’em laughing when you go
And if you care, don’t let them know
Don’t give yourself away

I’ve looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It’s love’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know love at all

-Both Sides Now, Joni Mitchell

crave

A long time it has been since I've shown up here. It's heartening to see people still drop by. Thank you! :) I am in Cal. at present. Over the weekend, just after my midsems. No explanations on offer on why such infrequency. Let me just say it's taking effort. Am just a little weary.

Something from the internet.


"And I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food and meet you at Rudy's and talk
about the day and type your letters and carry your boxes and laugh at your paranoia and give you tapes you don't listen to and watch great films and watch terrible films and complain about the radio and take pictures of you when you're sleeping and get up to fetch you coffee and bagels and Danish and go to Florent and drink coffee at midnight and have you steal my cigarettes and never be able to find a match and tell you about the the programme I saw the night before and take you to the eye hospital and not laugh at your jokes and want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while and kiss your back and stroke your skin and tell you how much I love your hair your eyes your lips your neck your breasts your arse your... and sit on the steps smoking till your neighbour comes home and sit on the steps smoking till you come home and worry when you're late and be amazed when you're early and give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance till I'm black and be sorry when I'm wrong and happy when you forgive me and look at your photos and wish I'd known you forever and hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin and get scared when you're angry and your eye has gone red and the other eye blue and your hair to the left and your face oriental and tell you you're gorgeous and hug you when you're anxious and hold you when you hurt and want you when I smell you and offend you when I touch you and whimper when I'm next to you and whimper when I'm not and dribble on your breast and smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don't and melt when you smile and dissolve when you laugh and not understand why you think I'm rejecting you when I'm not rejecting you and wonder how you could think I'd ever reject you and wonder who you are but accept you anyway and tell you about the tree angel enchanted forest boy who flew across the ocean because he loved you and write poems for you and wonder why you don't believe me and have a feeling so deep I can't find words for it and want to buy you a kitten I'd get jealous of because it would get more attention than me and keep you in bed when you have to go and cry like a baby when you finally do and get rid of the roaches and buy you presents you don't want and take them away again and ask you to marry me and you say no again but keep on asking because though you think I don't mean it I do always have from the first time I asked you and wander the city thinking it's empty without you and want what you want and think I'm losing myself but know I'm safe with you and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me because you don't deserve any less and answer your questions when I'd rather not and tell you the truth when I really don't' want to and try to be honest because I know you prefer it and think it's all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life and forget who I am and try to get closer to you because it's a beautiful learning to know you and well worth the effort and speak German to you badly and Hebrew to you worse and make love with you at three in the morning and somehow somehow somehow communicate some of the overwhelming undying overpowering unconditional all-encompassing heart-enriching mind-expanding on-going never-ending love I have for you."- Sarah Kane, Crave.

7 a.m.

kgp morning
(view from room)

"I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around--nobody big, I mean--except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff--I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy."
-Holden Caulfield, Catcher In The Rye.
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looking for expressions to fit the feelings. finding the right fit seems extremely difficult.

Republic Day...

Happy Republic Day! Heres a slice of the way it was celebrated on DC++ main chat, the peer to peer sharing software we use on campus. It is my source of a few laughs daily. A good exercise, a few early morning laughs :)

[SAm....] radio: http://10.101.6.229:8000
[Tifosi™] ALL THOSE WHO WANT INDIA TO SHINE PRESS 1
[...samReLoaded] yo
[Tifosi™] 1
[...samReLoaded] 1
[SAm....] Desh bhakti k gaane radio: http://10.101.6.229:8000
[Amitabh] 1
[SAm....] 1
[...aaloo] 1
[...samReLoaded] 1
[Tifosi™] good, i am happy with the response
[...samReLoaded] uo india
[GARAM_MASALA] 1
[Tifosi™] yo india
[...samReLoaded] yooooooooooooooooooooooooo
[Tifosi™] chalo tempo shout dete hai
[...aaloo] chalo
[neo_one] HAPPY REPUBLIC DAY
[Tifosi™] india ka tempo
[...samReLoaded] india ka tempo.....
[...aaloo] high hai
[Dean] high hai
[...samReLoaded] india ka tempo
[Tifosi™] high hai
[...aaloo] high hai
[Dean] high hai
[neo_one] HIGH HAI
[...samReLoaded] india india
[...samReLoaded] yo india
[Dean] india india
[Tifosi™] clap clap clap
[Dean] clap clap clap !!!
[Tifosi™] yo india
[Dean] yoyoy yooo yoooo
[SAm....] radio: http://10.101.6.229:8000
[dwerq] 1
[dwerq] 1
[SAm....] radio: http://10.101.6.229:8000
[Tifosi™] yeh hagga radio hai
[Tifosi™] hindi gana bajata hai

updates

Well its the first weekend of the year and i'm back home. Nice week it has been. Academic workload is an independant property but class hours this semester have suffered a much welcome reduction. 21 hours compared to last weeks 30+ is heaven. The funny feeling everyday last week was "What do i do now?" which resulted in concerns and uncomfortable questions: "I hope i'm not missing out on something important..?".

Yeniways did get some work done. Work which had accumulated simply accorded to lyaathe. Decided to snap out of perpetual will-do-later attacks and get things going! Tomorrow calls for a trip to college street for a few books. Will go to that part of the city after quite sometime. Last time i went there i ran into DD most accidentally.

A good friend went through a break up while i was away in Dec. Funny i thought to myself the other day as I realized that i wasn't around when they became a couple and I wasn't around when they broke off too. Most strange his story has been.

Parting news for villagers- Schol Ave issues are out by the time you read this. Get your copy!

lost at sea

the process is very interesting. i had a certain set of thoughts in my head. i googled and found this picture to describe them to a certain extent. you will look at the picture and try to interpret my thoughts, your own interpretation. nothing comes out of it. neither does anything go in. it was just a set of thoughts anyway.