The Dreamer

Once upon a time in a village called Ram Nagar, there lived a man who knew. Ram Nagar means the town of God. No one realised how ironic that statement that really was, until one day.

Ram Kishore Kanhaiya Lal Tripathi, a one man army to his fields, a mother to his only child. Amicably called Ramu, this lad at twenty five didn't expect much from life.

There wasn't much change in the town for a very long time. Ramu still worked on his ancestral farm, the locals were the same. Not many people went in and out of the village. When I say many I still leave a little gap for a few to come by, and it were these few that started all the trouble.

"arey oh! Ramu!", a voice from behind the corn bushels called out, "kidhar ho bhaya?!"
People knew Ramu's habits, he was on his field everyday but today was different. Ramu was still sleeping.

Popat Lal, often called Lalaji, was the local money lender (a loaning bank with extremely high interest rates) was looking for Ramu. The crop was ripe and his money was all he cared about.

Ramu was sick, he couldnt even move. His son was crying but he could do nothing. He needed a breakthrough, he just dreamt of one and got it.

To this day people lived thinking that their past is behind them, but what they didn't realise was that they were looking the wrong way. You past is ahead of you because that is what you can see! Your future is coming at you from behind, because you never know what you are going to get.

What is your whole past was just a dream that you dreamt last night. You woke up thinking its all true and are so convinced about the things that happened yesterday that you can't stop, even for a second, to believe that all this is just yesterdays dream.

Time isn't quantifiable object. If you believe that its possible to see your whole life flash by you in a second just before a car crash, why can't it just be a second long?

Every dream is a lifetime in itself, we just seem to be stuck in this one. I will wake up tomorrow and forget that any of this happened. I will forget that I ever wrote this. I will forget whatever I need to and know whatever I want to. And if I dream of today all over again, I might start off tomorrow continuing today. If I dream of something totally disconnected I wont really think of today as the true yesterday. Yesterday would have been dreamt up in my head some instant before I wake up.

In all this there is some hope. You can make sure you dream a good dream.
Wash away the dirt, use some soap. Make sure you don't scream.
Who said the sky is the limit? Dream a new one today.
The centre of the Universe, shift it. Bring winter to may.
Imagine the possibilities, what's left is not really gone.
I still believe that your dreams can come true, because they do. Dream on.

MY PHONE WAS DEAD!!!!!

i'm so scared right now. i can't believe how dependant i am on the internet right now. its like, i live online.i just casually came up to my comp and clicked on 'connect' and it didn't.
i got so freaked, i checked my modem - it was fine... i check if the phone line was plugged in - it was... i checked for the dialtone - it was dead.
i felt so lost, it was like being rejected by a girl!! (and thats putting girls on a higher platform btw)
i wish this never happens to anyone on earth. may the your computer be always connected!


ITS ALIVE AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M CONNECTING RIGHT NOW!!!

The Candyman

There are times when we feel challenged,
But then there are times of freedom.
Acheiving which requires meditation no one can lend,
Relaxation too, helps, if you can get some.

I wish I knew how to get there,
The question still remains in my head.
I wish even more I knew where!
Confusion is a fact based on what I said!

Out of the blue, you hear a man scream,
Ice Cream! Ice Cream!
Sounds funny doesn't it?
Not for the man selling even in his dream.

You might be happy and content,
And being evil is obviously not your favourite past time.
Being nice? you sure are hell bent!
Don't you believe listening to you preach,
The world would be just fine?
But just look at yourself,
You bruise like a peach!

If only there was one man,
Who would be the ideal one.
Well, fine! there could also be a woman!
Who would know what is done.

There might be someone like that,
Someone you probably know.
Is he your 80 year old Uncle?
Who thinks your morality doesn't show?
Is he irritating, in his own special way,
one that you just couldn't let go away.

If he your nephew, just 2 days old,
Cho Chweet!!! and yet so pure!
Who will obviously get diluted and distilled,
And in a decade or two call you out of date!

Who the hell is the happy man?
Who knows the limits and the loops?
The one who you like and who likes you too.
You can always be certain of his feelings.
Always sure that he would be there.

Wouldn't you want to be like this man?
Who understands people better than what psychiatrists say?
He is nice to all and is still happy in himself,
Is it because he derives sadistic pleasure,
seeing people happy?!?

There is one man who everyone thinks he has in himself,
The one who can't stand somebody cry.
Inside you he is kept on a shelf,
who can't stand when things go awry.
This man is what people say is your consience,
It seems in most people he is asleep!

There is one being in me, the one I call the candyman,
Who makes me happy and gives me sweets when I am down.
Who is always nice and somehow bad memories from my head he just knows how to ban,
To say the least, without him I'd feel like a clown!

Someone would doesn't want to be evil,
Who thinks support is all one needs.
Who is willing to give, in the interest of others.
Who is willing to recieve, unless whatever you give is your mothers!

Wouldnt I like to be him to myself,
someone I wouldn't just keep on a shelf.
The Candyman would make life sweet,
for me and for all
The Candyman would break the ice,
The Candyman would be just so nice.
I wish I knew him well enough probably thank him more often,

But who would want to be evil anyway,
Not you I suppose.
And even if so, what wierd stuff happened?? did you go astray?
There are reasons always which tell us why.
But who interprets them and lets us know.
Who shifts our one track minds to levels beyond the ones we generally show?

Woudln't we all love to see this man,
In all his glory?
Wouldn't we all like to know this man,
Probably want to know his life story!

Love is something this man needs not,
mostly because its all he's got.
Liked by all and hated by none,
Helped by all and he is the one who needs none.

And this might sound wierd but
If this is you and you are the author,
wouldn't you want to be the man himself and say
"If you know me well enough,
I am the Candyman."

Science!!!! Isn't it strange??

What you call right now, is probably defined by Caesium,
What you might think true could just be one.
If science was a guy, wouldn't you like to meet him?
Honestly speaking I'd say he would be quite dumb!

A child in class four asks less questions than science,
And a man in his eighties talks more sense than it!
But still we believe that science in itself is fiction free.

I'm Mr. Science, if ever said that candyman,
Would it be strange or plain simple worse?
Impossible it may seem,
What relation could science have with my dream?

One thing I'd like to know
Does the candyman believe in snow?
Does he believe in the beauty of sound,
Or does he just play according to the bounds?

Science teaches us to reason with facts,
It teaches us to write down and enforce pacts.
But is it possible to stick to rules?
Is it possible to use a benchmark?

To me a benchmark is what I did in class,
I might see a pigeon
And call it a dove even through plain glass!
It is me who is thoughtful, not science.
It is the candyman inside me who notes the beauty of a bird,
Not the Science that calculates its speed.

The Candyman, what a wierd thought.
Since he is so nice, and always loved by all.
Could he be so naive, as to be evil free inside out?
Is he also one of us, who manipulates and calculates,
Things which people know and hear,
Just so that the world could to peace, adhere?

I suppose it is possible,
Possible for him to be stupid!
I suppose it could be possible,
Possible for him to be insanely clever?

If he did believe in science,
and all its facts and beliefs.
Does he actually follow the path of rules?
Or does he just use the ones that apply.

I'd like to know what he could be like?
Is he something that, without science, would die overnight?
He might be a saint, but what could he preach?
If facts are what he talks of, science it is.
If inferences he makes, science does he breach?

Science in itself is a huge topic,
It has many parts, more than what you think.
Even talking is a science, wierd as it may seem,
but you do know for a fact, wink doesn't mean blink!

Its just a taboo to people who are scared,
Its just a boo-boo for cry babies who can't handle what Einstien said?!
Science is not Physics, science is not chemistry.
They sure are science but there is more to it than just that.

Science itself is defined very wierdly,
Its like a contract drafted by a very intelligent lawyer.
No loopholes to let fiction creep in,
Even varialbes are defined in advance,
And hope is like a trend.

Would the candyman believe in facts?
I guess he would like to know before he talks.
He would like to talk but about things he does know,
Unless he is in college and just likes to blow hollow!

Do you have facts about your life?
Do you know why you are alive?
Philosophically I would say there are reasons beyond compare!
Your ancestors would know better, unless you pay the world your share.
Psychoogically I would be called 'depressed' if I ever asked that question,
A prescription would tell me to sit and relax.
If the answer really that wierd?

The candyman must believe in science!
how the hell can he devise so many methods to keep the world alive?
Does he calculate people happiness on a scale of one to ten?
Goes to the church or a temple to clear his facts about the hive?

Hey, wait a minute. We know he makes us happy,
But since I need to know,
and I'm guessing you would like to think,
Is the candyman ever happy?
does he not need a candyman for himself?

It gets wierder still,
Science discovers no bounds,
It just found a new thing it calls recursive compounds!
Since everything has a past, a future will come its way,
The present is what I say should be dealt with right away!

The candyman lives more as a memory,
He dies more like a child.
He may have been there for your dad,
But the one with you isn't that old?
Nor is he that knowledgeable.
What happened to the candyman who taught your parents to be nice?
What happened to the candyman who could recite your dads credit card numbers twice!

Is your candyman, a child to your dad's?
Is my candyman not related to yours.
Any different is the one in the ads?
What science governs this stuff?
I'd surely like to know!

Relativity.. is it true?

Candyman, Candyman : who is the most beautiful of them all!
My present crush would determine my candymans answer,
But to someone else she might look like a goul!
Does that mean I'm wrong? does that mean my candyman is nothng but a song?

My candyman doesn't know what you think, he doesn't know what you say.
He only speaks of things relative to which I wouldn't say nay.
Is it science that defines the candyman? just like a moving train?
A ball may be sitting at the window, you may call stationary.
I might be a dog playing catch running to the ball hopelessly!!

Thoughts seem to wander, my head seems to leave me,
Times are more of knowing what you think.
myself I just seem too dreamy,
Interesting is what I call, catching you wink,
rather than knowing myself as the missing link?

I might think differently though,
ForI reality is too much fun to let go!

How the mind flies...

mind flies, dead mind with flies swirling around it, dead body with vultures and other scavengers feeding on it, an open landscape in the heart of africa, tourists on a jeep taking photographs for the national geographic, A Nikon camera with wide focus and a zoom lens! its a digital camera that is connected to a laptop with a USB cable, internet!, blogs, Weblogs, on the web logs, spider webs on tree trunks. Its raining, there are drops of water hanging from this web. A green forest flourishes while a flooded river flows by a few hundred feet from this tree. The rain stops and the spider is out to repair its badly mutilated web. Its still not sunny - it rarely is during this time of the year. The eight legged hairy creature couldn't survive without the help of its non stick feet. Although we can survive without non stick pans, they do make life easier! Imagine making something on a normal pan, it would get so stuck you would spend more time cleaning the pan than eating the food you make! The time taken to finish a certain dish depends very much on one main factor, how much it appeals the taste buds of the person eating it. People generally assume that if a person likes a dish he will eat fast and if he doesn't he will eat slow. While for approxmations that may stand correct, I believe that if a person likes a certain dish a lot, i.e., extremely enjoys eating then he/she will eat very slowly savouring every bite as it goes in. food that tastes good can be gobbled down at higher speeds although safety measures are very important. A good safety measure for high speed travelling in cars is the air bag. It is very effective but sometimes fatal to the driver herself, if not used carefully. Most people assume that 'it can't happen to them' and live in the world of certainty that nothing will happen to them. They dont realise that precaution is something that the user himself has to take!

WildHorses

Once in the valley of the brave and the dead,
I found a guy who thought he couldn't fit in,
He was the type you'd never expect to commit sin.
He was shy, a closed life he led.

A little of most things he claimed,
Most of a few he never took credit.
Self concious this man seemed not,
My god! what a man he turned out!

This ain't a poem for those who know him not,
This ain't a poem for those who know him too well.
For those of you who have no clue, you wont really get the plot,
and for those who already know, isn't there some place you have to go?

Could have ragged the life out of the guy,
But he already seemed dead.
Thought there were some things I needed to buy,
Taking him along was the only thing that came to my head.

I learnt more about him, I got to know him better.
He tried going to the gym, he never looked cuter.
Girls are his only weakness, he found one right there!
He spoke to her too, all I could think of him was how dare!

It seemed as if we both had similar interests,
I wasn't too keen and he seemed pretty much complete.
He backed out a little after me, certainly wasting my effort,
Turned out too intelligent was she, he actually turned to books! his last resort.

Shady as ever most of the year past,
In any case the whole valley had a blast!
Music he played, but was never on stage,
We spoke of things like market value,
Yet he never turned the page,
Instead there was on his face a red hue.

He never danced, he never sang,
He didn't want to embarrass himself.
He never performed, he never stood infront,
He preferred himself placed on a shelf.

When the year went by,
He missed all the action.
People spoke of him,
but only verbal interaction.

It was time a friend and I,
Took over and pulled off his tie!
The Ring around him had to be broken,
Stones, I accepted as a token.

Moves were discussed, Songs were sung,
Most of it was pretty much bung.
Anyways, we had a couple of laughs,
The third guy was pretty much split in halves.

Conversion took place,
realisation overcame him,
You should have seen his face!
When he saw his own little Jim!

It was time, he had had enough!
He figured life like this is tough!
No more mister nice guy!
Here was our man, he was no longer shy!

He took to the dance floor, like a party to its host!
He danced like a man, well almost.
He was on stage with a guitar,
And I think it was right after a visit to the bar!

The crowd cheered him on,
A song he loved was played.
A new man was born!
This time the new man stayed.

trippy

beep beep - beep beep - beep beep - beep beep - beep beep
beep beep - beep beep - beep beep - beep beep - beep beep

"huh...", sleepy as ever he lifts his head off his pillow.

The day goes by.

Abigail and Po have finally packed their luggage and are ready to leave on a mystical journey through the amazing landscapes of north India all the way to a valley, frozen between hills on all sides, yet as soft as dew drops on grass in early winter mornings. They were to travel at night, so the they didn't see much since they were mostly sleeping, but they got to the valley at 4:30 am sharp! Chinoor was their tour guide, he never left their side. Maybe once at the bus station, but that was ok, since Abigail and Po weren't screaming.
The night travel was quite amazing. Although Po would not have been able to make it without a certain Thankar's help. Abigail and I can't be certain whether Po passed out or was happily asleep, since we didn't wake him up to ask. The bus was, as usual, a Government of India Transport Vehicle which makes use of the best suspension systems accross the world over! unfortunately the roads on these heavily trafficked areas have many, if there be such a word, bucket-holes.
The threesome sat together and Po got the window seat. We were seated right behind the worst set of seats on the bus. It was good fun discussing the pros and cons of sitting on the worst seats in the bus. A bar partly blocked entry into the set of seats that was called the worst set of seats. It was called so, since the door was at such a location that if any naughty boy were to 'chuck' a stone (or rock for that matter) towards the bus, it would enter at high speed through the door and develop a certain trajectory that would take it through the empty lane in the middle and right into the worst seats on the bus. We however were sitting right behing this set of seats and were saved since if there was a naughty boy who did 'chuck' a stone at the bus aimed at us, it would merely hit the window. In such a case there are only two possibilities. Firstly, the stone bounces off the window and all of us makes faces at the kid! or the glass breaks and a quilt of shattered glass covers the three of us and we sleep till morning without much trouble since it was a bit cold and a small quilt would have helped.
Lucky for us, it was nighttime and little naughty boys aren't allowed on the streets after ten. We then attempted to sleep. Chinoor using all his yogic knowledge puts his hands on his bag and his head on his hands. Abigail didn't want to lie down, niether did he want to lean on anyone, so he tried sleeping sitting straight. Po had his head on the window. Now lets thank Thankar!
Some days back Chinoor had borrowed Po's cap cause a close friend of Po's and Chinoor's thought that he looked good in it. Chinoor, never wanting to let go of a good looking opportunity took to the cap instantly! Unfortunately for him and Po, the cap was borrowed by a certain somebody who... well... lts just say didn't give it back and Chinoor wasn't really in a position to go up to her and say, "Just for that gimme my cap!!"
Thankar! we all love you! He lent his cap to Po, it was red in colour. I say was since it truly was... but no longer is. Maroon maybe, red - nope. The potholes on the road were very entertaining and it actually looked like we were nodding our heads to some rap song. Po was seen with his head in a smooth beat, moving up and down and even giving a little style with the cap when all of a sudden we see him go 'BANG' with the window!! It was stunning! I jump forward to see what company the glass was!! ... not! Chinoor and Abigail looked at each other and thought - he's either a heavy sleeper or just got knocked out.
Its funny how Abigail and Chinoor started thinking alike and even saying things at the exact same time. I actually had a little free time so I did myself some probability. Considering that the common set of words in Abigail's and Chinoor's vocab is the little oxford's dictionary - it would be 45,000 words. The probability of him saying one word of those 45,000 is obviously 2.2E-5 and the same goes for me choosing exactly one word. The probability of us choosing the same word is a whopping 4.8E-10 !!!!!!!!!!!! don't worry... it makes no sense to me too.

The next morning while we were crossing some forest, Chinoor wakes up Abigail and tells him, "Home is near, wake up! and tell Po to wake up!"
Abigail wails,"huh? here? already? where are we?"
"It's here... just get up!"
The bus is stopped at a place called chandrabani bus stand. We get off and they forget chinoors bag inside. Abigail runs in to rescue the bag and jumps out a few seconds before the conductor shouts in the local language, "is there anything else?"
"no no.. thank you", replies one of the three
We walk over to the house and Chinoors dad, who was awake all night waiting for his son to get back shouts, "He's here!! he's here!! he's home!!"
Abigail and Po are introduced and are rechristened ABCD.
We go and sleep some more, Po somehow feels he needs some sleep too. Chinoor's Granddad had to get a cataract operation done so he was in town. Lucky for Abigail and Po the car was to their disposal as long as they dropped and picked up Chinoor's Granddad to and from the Hospital! The first day began with a light serving of what I like to call 'FOOD'! Abigail and Po were stuffed after three measly paranthas! Po loved the mango pickle. Chinoor showed his hidden talent, eating everything down to the last bit, still not gaining any weight and also still feeling hungry.
We drove straight to the eye clinic and dropped off Chinoor's mom and his mom's dad... hehe... his Granddad. From the three drove off to see Doon School, from the outside. Then through CP towards Astle Hall. They visited Ellora's while Chinoor had some work in the bank. Kumar Sweet Shop, the kulfi faluda there was just too good. Chaat Gali had gol gappa's which weren't really appreciated by Abigail, but anyways... after which we played a game of pool and no, not swimming. We met up with Chinoor's mom at the other clinic where he was told it would take another hour of probably more. This was the perfect opportunity to visit Rajpur Road! on our way we tanked up the fuel and ourselves too at The Yeti restaurant. The view was all the two tourists could care about. Deer Park was an ok place, it had an dustbin the shape of an elephant. We actually got to see deer's! which is quite a rare sight at that place, but anyways... moving on we came back home since Granddad needed some things from home and his operation was surprisingly scheduled on the same day! The plan was that the three of us would come home, relax a bit and then drive back and then see what happens. Dad however thought differently, he took the car and left the three of us home. This is when most of the grand tour of the house happened. It was then clearly defined that Abigail is the heaviest among the three. The see-saw, as already hinted, was always on Abigails side. There was one thing that they found the most, as they would call it, 'trippy'. There was a staircase that led to the roof at the end of which there is a door. It doesn't have walls on the sides nor does it have a roof on top, just a door. Also they found a cieling fan in one of the bathroom's which was again termed wierd, but anyways... We made dinner comprising of bhindi, french fries, gobi paranthas, mushroom soup, chapathis, salad, rice, etc. It was good. We watched... ok fine they watched Kill Bill 2 on the comp while chinoor slept off. It was good too.
The next day we again had to drop off my Granddad at the clinic and take him back too, so we did that, and visited the IMA and the Forest Research Institute. It was there decided that Po and I are to buy FRI and convert it to our homes, or atleast send an architect here to take ideas for our houses to be. Abigail thought we were idiots.
We went home and then visited the Budha Mandir and the World Peace Stupa. I think its better left up to Abigail and Po to explain how they liked it. Lunch was at home, mom cooked so it had to be awesome. We left for Robbers Cave!
The way there was in itself quite interesting. Dad had some work in the bank again and I was the perfect ginni pig. So I had to take a detour through the wrong end of town. Since chinoor was visiting this place after about a year or so, he didn't exactly remember the way there, but he had a very clear vague idea! They did end up in the wrong place, but that was ok since now Chinoor knew exacty where to go!
Around 4pm, a green car, a deserted road and a sign board on the left. The ground was flat everywhere, but the left road was like a plunge into the forest. We turned left, the cemented road which now looked like a mutilated cemented road just lay there. It looked like it hadn't been used much by vehicles, just people and animals. The road itself wasn't too wide - it was a scary way down. We zig-zagged down the side of the hill, not knowing if there would be any traffic from the other side. On one side was the hill and the other the cliff, it was a road that took you down, slower or faster, you decide. Once on the plain we all took a deep sigh and went through bushes that were covering the road. On the side we spotted an open air swimming pool too! It was funky! The road took us towards a river that appeared to have little water. Chinoor parked the car infront of a tree, making it seem like he banged straight into it. Seriously, he parked it like that. He did not hit the tree.
We took our bag and put on our shorts and walked on with courage and Abigail put his foot in the water "ooohhh.... its cold!!!!", he yelped. We managed to reach the start of the cave. The whole river was supplied by water through this cave, so the seemingly little water now seems quite a bit since the cave was about five to six feet wide. We walked in, Chinoor led the way, Abigail grasped Po's hand and vice versa. For all those having read Tin Tin, this according to Po, was a lot like one of the caves depicted there!! Since we were in a hurry rock climbing wasn't really a very open option. We reached a spot where going any further was very difficult since we would have to either climb a waterfall or jump over it. Both seemed impossible cause all the other two wanted to do was get on a rock and roll!!! and thats what they did. It was good fun sitting on top of a rock stuck between the walls right above a waterfall!
On our way out I told the guys to hurry up since it was getting dark and I wanted to say jaguars, but I said bats. Surprisingly that helped a lot since Abigail turned out to be VERY scared of bats! we exited quite fast and actually ended up having close encounters with a lot of bats. It was fun.
Chinoor lost the way back but didn't say anything... but that was ok, He ended up getting on a road he knew and brought everyone home. Dinner was deadly again. After that there wasn't much to do, so we went to the roof and stared at the stars. Sleep was on its way and I got most of my share that night. The next day they left for Dharamshala.
Chinoor got bored and wrote this... hehe...

blogadelic - Chapter 1.1

The sun rose, the day bloomed. Thats how it all began. Once upon a time in a lonely place, there lived a man. A man who still had to grow up, who still had to realise loneliness was just his frame of reference.
He lived not alone, but with a room mate he would much rather call somebody he shared the room keys with. He didn't interact much with his friends, he didn't have many at that time. All he had was a girl.
"Wake up!!!!!!!!!!! Assembly starts in five minutes, get up!", screaming at the top of his lungs came Manas.

"..... .... ...."

on hearing those loving three words he feels a needle wrapped up in bandage to make a cloth ball, is dipped in hot tar and dropped in his coffee, which the waitress serves the wrong guy and asks chinoor to pay for it all the while taking her clothes off making chinoor feel very embarrased since he is in the middle of Beethoven's 9th Symphony's orchestral presentation at the Royal Grand hotel behind kalashipalyam, where the buses make noises like hyundai motor engines!!! and looked like yellow taxis which had fares that would make jet airways feel local transport is more profitable and works towards a better economic policy for the country making all of us proud of out nation! all the while cunningly helping increase currency rates high enought to convert all their money into pounds and going bankrupt leaving only traces of jackfruit chips which taste awesome with ketchup!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
basically very bloody confused!!!!!

Aby George Plammoottil were in town!!!!!

two people --> Aby George and George Plammoottil

Monday morning we arrived by bus. slept. went to the city and they saw

Day 1
1. The Workshop
2. Doon School
3. Drishti Eye Clinic
4. CP
5. Ghantaghar
6. Astle Hall
7. Bank of Baroda
8. Ellora's Bakery
9. The Vegetarian
10. Kumar's Sweet Shop
11. Paltan Bazaar
12. Lakshmi Restaurent
13. Mosque
14. St. Thomas' College
15. Tibeti Market
16. (arbit) Market
17. Deer Park
18. Rajpur Road
19. The White House
20. St. Joseph's School
21. Khurbuda Mohalla
Day 2
22. Turner Road
23. Forest Research Institute
24. Indian Military Academy
25. Budha Mandir
26. The World Peace Stupa
27. Machi Talaab
28. Robbers Cave
29. The view!! (mussoorie from my roof)
Day 3
Mussoorie was cancelled due to time restrictions. They had to leave at 12:30pm, and we couldnt possibly be back by this time if we left for mussoorie in the morning.

Some of the major things that we left out.
1. Sehestra Dhara
2. Lachi Wala
3. Mussoorie
4. Ramgarh
5. Dak Pathar
6. Dat Kali
etc. etc. ...

anyways.. bye for now!

I'm BACK!!!!!

hmm... that echoed... I guess I am the only one who visits this site.. hehe..
anyways.. now that I'm back home.. I hope to atleast fill in one blog for the vacations..

ciao for now! will write one in a couple of days...

what post do I write this time????

hmm... I just had a class.. it was classy.. hehe..

I finally have found a new flat to live in since I am vacating my room in residence.. life outside seems to look easier even though it is know to be tougher.. but still... why not?!

Its funny how u can be pro towards something and then against it and still be able to use the same points!

I mean.. a car can 'take you places' and will cost you the fuel.
and then a car can take you places and 'will cost you the fuel'.

hmm..

gotta go .. in a hurry.. shifting tomorrow!

ciao!

Elections... sad elections

these things just take all the fun out of college. u think there isn't much u can do about it, but thats only cause u dont want to do anything about it but dont want to let anyone else know!

the truth is, person A is 'tha man!'
person B is 'tha dude!'
and person C has got 'tha stuff!'

surprisingly enough A B and C aren't very different.
They are all trying to get elected.
They are all working on their friends and people they have worked with.
They are all trying to show that they are better (be it by showing the other worse or himself greater).
They all believe in working for college, but somehow this seems more like a beauty pageant rather than an election campaign.
A monkey, if ever allowed to vote, would be an impressive supporter from the animal welfare front! and would probably be more publicised than some societies present in college.
The logic that people apply when they talk about support is very profound and still subtle!
Its really difficult to picture something like this, but its more like a double ended sword that has a cover on one side only.! hehe..
They talk about stuff to one section of the people that the other section should never even come to hear! cause if they do, it would hurt a lot!
and they say stuff to the other side, that to the lesser informed, would just be meaningless...
to make on guys campaign work one has to break someones campaign... and believe me you its not that difficult!
paperwork and records might sound like a 20th century crime investigation report, but it worked right?

bye for now!
ciao!

long time no blog...

I'm confused. I thought life was supposed to be easier than this! How the hell did the stupid dinosaurs survive????? oh.. wait a sec.. they didn't hehe..
well anyways.. I thought life was much simpler and easier! I didnt know I was supposed to use my brain every breath I take!! I thought I could leave most things to the involuntary parts of my humanoid self! as it turns out, even breathing isn't as involuntary as you think it is!

oh guess what!! I was in ccd the other day and the cafe manager tells me I can have two free cappucinos this month anytime I want! deadly ain't it! I was stunned!

I started studying for cat and it turns out that I dont know english! I know maths though.. but still... english??? I can't believe this! I read a bunch of dinosaur names and turned out they were synonyms for abnegate!!!!!! its stunning what shakespeare's come up with!!!! (not to mention the other great englishmen who've made this language so unknown to me that I sometimes feel I should have just stuck to hindi!!)
right now I can't say which one I know better! infact I don't think I know any! hmm.. but atleast I know the two universal languages.... music and maths! well music not cause I can play it, but cause I can appreciate it!! you might think, appreciate ??? music??? huh??? duh??? and all such adjectives, but seriously I've realised that music has various levels! its is actually a language that encompasses all the dimensions there are...
I've rediscovered that music, no matter how much you listen to it, u can always come up with various other ways to interpret it!

anyways.. maths being the other universal language I believe is still under construction! to think we still can't plot a 4 dimension graph! and we can't determine 0/0 and lots of other things too.. basically, in maths we get by cause what we know isn't wrong and what we dont isn't really required right now! hehe..

I think I should shut up.. hehe!

ciao!

Delhi delhi delhi...

Guess where I'll be going tonite... hehe...

Today is the last day of my summer vacations... I'm now going back to college.. don't know whether to be sad or happy..
I hope I get a room in rez.. I hope the fuchas don't squeal on me ragging.. I hope I get to rag!! hehe...

god my life is getting more and more boring... I can't come up with philosophical crap to talk about! I can't come up with anything scientific.. I need help..

we should discuss something!! hehe..

anyways.. I think I'm done for now. my bus leaves in a couple of hours..

will c u from an internet cafe in delhi!

bye

50 First dates Vs Groundhog Day = Life!!

well well well....
today I have a topic!!!
I bet most of you have seen the movie in which a guy wakes up everyday to the same day??? and somehow only he remembers that the day has begun all over again and everyone else has no clue..

well.. how about this: life itself can be classified as something like that. It is a set amount of time, you don't know how much time... but lets just say a LOT of time (equivalent to a lifetime.. hehe)... when u die.. you just start over as a kid, and you have no clue that the things that are happening just happened some 'time' ago!!!!

And to make it more complex think that everyone is an individual experiencing this, but their 'time' is superposed on your 'time'!! so when you are doing the things you are doing.. they are doing the things they are doing.. when the 'time' limit approaches, all goes back to zero and none of you have a clue of what happened and you start over again thinking its for the first time!!

Its like the girl from 50 first dates!! she had a single day memory, i.e., as soon as she slept she forgot all that happened during the day.. in the same way: when u die, you actually come back as yourself! as a child ofcourse.. hehe..and get to relive this already lived life in any way you like.. its completely up to you to do whatever you want.. heck! you were probably were some great hero last time round, or probably just a flopped out actor. or you could have just been exactly like you are now.. kinda boring, but... its you! hehe..

enough about life and things I don't really understand..

gotta go

bye!

plan to be spontaneous tomorrow

its tough. tough to make sure I write something good everyday so that I don't lose any readers... well.. I do have an average of 7 readers a day.. so thats good!! I don't know who you are.. but good anyways!!

I decided to make todays post a little small... hehe...

bye!

Version 1.0.0.488

I do believe I have spotted the dalmation that I was painting yesterday in a manner that may be compared, when looked at, to a polka dotted dress.

God I can't believe thats what actually went through my head!! When I started writing this I had no clue what to write for todays blog, so I figured I'd type anything and everything that I felt like typing and would keep doing it until the sentence finished.
I was amazed at how my brain actually thought up different things to type and that too so fast!!
I started off with 'I do believe.." cause somehow saying that gets me some time to figure out what to wype next.. usually your brain doesn't need to think about typing once you have decided what you are going to type.. right? so for that much time
(the time that you take typing the begnining of a sentence) I was able to think up various follow up pieces of text that could have made sense.. but my fingers chose to write "I have" since I'm very used to typing those words and came as quite a reflex.
I get a feeling that if I continue to talk about my stunning experiences during this race between the mind and the fingers, I would probably lose most of my readers..

will be back - some time - same place - tomorrow!

cya

Its just a matter of a pinion.

We all ask for the meaning of life, the Universe and everything.. but somehow end up reading the hitchhikers guide to the galaxy. Not that the answer given in that is wrong, I certainly believe that 42 is the answer to life, the Universe and everything. What each one of us does it try to pin down the question, and also miserably fail at it, but that isn't really an achievement to talk about now is it???

Just the other day, I dreamt of a man walking on the road. He just kept walking and walking and walking! I had to pinch the guy in that boring dream just to wake myself up!! How can you stand watching a guy (who just might turn out to be you in a while) walk and walk and walk and well.. walk! anyways... after I woke up I realised that I was still bored. I figured that this could have something to do with the meaning of life, the universe and everything. Dreams, they say, always mean something. Before I go on, I would like to ask all of you reading this (and if you know then please tell me about it!!) who the hell are they???? Anyways.. as I was saying, I had absolutely no clue what that man walking in my dream meant and started to analyze why? I started to rule out certain possibilities on the basis of intelligent guesses and well, it was my dream wasn't it?? Obviously, he wasn't being chased - if he were he wouldn't be walking. Unless he was trying to mix in with the crowd. Hey wait a minute!! there was no crowd! or was there?? hmmm.. these dreams certainly know how to avoid electricution dont they? Sometimes I get the feeling that my memory cells have well, rusted elctrodes or something like that cause most things just go unaffected by its field!! Things just walk by and I'll have no clue a second later!

well anyways.. as I was saying.. I thought of trying to get some expert opinion on this so I closed my eyes and flipped a coin. Tales - being chased, heads - just walking. Tales. Dammit!! I knew I was being followed!!! I should have know! I would have turned around and shown that bugger a thing or two. I remember many people saying to me, "karate?? haha! in your dreams."

Hmm.. I figured since this was taking me nowhere, and I was still walking! and well, waking people up in the morning to ask them wierd questions is really tiring... It takes an hour just to wake them up! then another to make them realise how important this question is to you.. and by the end they end up either giving you totally useless answers like,"AS IF I CARE!!!!" or re-direct you to people they dislike...
The human brain is very talented, it knows exactly what you would do in a situation and to some extent it is capable of deducing what another peoson, that you know quite well, would do in the same situation. So I asked myself, what would person A tell me?? well.. haha! In my opinion, A wouldn't give a shit. ok... that didn't go off that well... I think I'll ask B.. hmmm.. B would say... r u sure thats all you were doing? how large were your strides?? did u notice the flooring??? ....... just too many questions. lets try someoneelse.. C would probably say, oh dear! I remember, once I saw myself walking in my dream and then there was a roller coaster and then to the left I saw the ice!! It was very cold.. what were you talking about again??? ..... hmmm.. I sure do have a confused bunch of friends.. I think I should skip D, cause D is to busy in her own matters.. hehe...
E.. now E is the DUDE!!! well.. E would just say.. 'aabhheeeyyyy sshhuuddduup!' (which translates to 'oh! shut up' for all you sophisticated people out there..)
F... hehe.. lets just say all of us know what F has to say... all I can say is that F was probably not very pleasant..

I think since everyone I know... well most of the people I know aren't really dream scietists or anything like that, they wouldn't know.. so I'll just say this sometimes people just wake up and start to think. Something that they should generally be proud of but in some cases avoid.

A man has no troubles. He creates them, for his own pleasure! You might just be cribbing about something, but isn't cribbing a part of you? Wouldn't it be difficult to recognise people if you stop cribbing and they stop taunting and she stops being rude and he starts to actually listen and she realises the more important things in life and that guy over there, realises that your way of living life is the right way of living life, right?

hmm.. I usually dont get too philosophical, but I can't help it!! I've been travellnig all day and I am NOT really in a good mood right now.. hehe...

anyways.. I'll be signing off now!

cya!