THE FAMILY



He looked outside the window, the same as ever trees, birds, people with nothing better to do...
He looked at his watch, it was almost time... only an hour to go now.

The explosion tore through the city...

He got out of the house. Dressed to kill, to use the expression. A smile played on his lips, today it would be finished, all over, he would take his daughter, his incredibly beautiful 3 year old daughter and fly away... free from this life of bondage... he didn't like the climate here anyways...

"Papa hungry" his daughter said. He had never refused his daughter, anything ever.
He stopped the truck, asked her to wait there. Minutes later, he was back, bearing an enormous ice-cream in his hand and a package of Swiss chocolates.. have fun he said to her, she smiled, a smile so reminiscent of her mother that he had to fight back a tear... but soon they'll be togehter...

I guess that some people just like to go out with a bang... and if they could take some more people with them, well I guess all the more better for them...

The Pharaohs of Egypt were mummified, and not alone, in the pyramids they were buried with servants and items necessary for them in the afterlife.

The bombing all but destroyed the city-centre, the main hospital, the police station, the fire-station, it had been considered an intelligent idea to put all such important buildings together, but 2000 kgs. of RDX later...
It was an apocalypse of sorts for the residents. When later interviewed the survivors remembered seeing everyone from God to the Little Green Man and held them responsible for such...

Her mother was beautiful, very beautiful and he was just so much in love with her, head over heels... It had taken him years to finally ask her out... She had cried saying that she had stopped hoping that he would ever ask her out... Their courtship had been swift, short and very passionate. Two days later they were married. They didn' t have a lot of money but like many other romantics before them they totally believed that their love would overcome everything. I mean they were in love and good people and God always helped good people didn't he? It was the same routine everyday, one part-time job after other. He claimed their real job was loving each other... but things changed when they had the baby... now he was the only earning member and he had not only earn but also take care of his frail wife. That was when the Grim Reaper, an old family acquintance decided to pay them another visit.
He had cried holding his little child in his arms... he didn't know what to do now, he would have died ofcourse but then there was the child his own daughter, though she didn't look a lot like him was a spiffing image of her mother... he looked at her, and she opened her eyes, closed them, yawned mightily for someone hardly born
and then fell asleep with a smile of contention on her face.
It seemed to him that he might still find happiness...
Then one year later without any warning he showed up at his door... his daughter's father.
He didn't believe it yet though he knew the truth he simply chose not to believe it, not even when he had shown pictures... he had killed him, intelligently enough to make it look like an accident.

Amidst all the ruins lay a man who had suddenly lost everything in his life, he had been terribly wounded and yet miraculously alive, there were people around him who were doing the last thing he wanted them to... save his life, but he hoped he might still die, it happened all the time in the hands of them doctors... why it had happened only three years ago... he closed his eyes and awaited death, but all he could see was his daughter, chocolate smeared on her face, smiling and then... her mother, his wife calling her name, saying she was free for an hour if he cared... of course he did... a smile spread on his face as everything went pitch-black......

Now some clarifications.
The story WE was an idea of ArviKot. But all the work is mine. Actually only the setting of the story is been inherited.
Its a story I m likin more everyday, its got a non-linear plot, its got an open ending, it was totally spontaneous, its got no dialogues, no heavy words, no runon sentences, crisply written... blah blah I didn't know I was so conceited as publicly promoting myself.
The second is the second best in a race of two. But I think it hasn't got so many symbols which make sense only to me as the first one.
The junta might rue the open-endedness of the stories, that amounts to creative oversight on part of the author, I acknowledge that and will definitely make amends before late.
I am though I won't admit it again a greenhorn but I'll learn my craft soon.

I

I is a subjective concept.
Me is a hazy,shady creature inside you, everyone.
This is a story about me. I.
The man lay dead. A fall from the top of a highrise generally accomplishes that. The force with which you hit the ground, is like running headlong into a speeding train.
I had no reason to do either.
I wasn't the Supreme Emperor of the Universe but then, who was?
When I started donating blood, I was still young. But then, I had been foraging an existence on the streets for almost a week.
Bed, good food and a paycheck ensured that I keep coming back.
I had grown up hating needles, hell everyone does. But now was a different story altogether. I'd be excited, I'd get restless, I would not sleep.
I like saying the word out loud, BLOOD.
To me it is all the power, the life-force. You've got blood you could do anything, if you ain't, well you can meet me.
On days, I could easily make a lot of money from the kin of accident victims. But then there would be days on which business would be nil. It was easy, the best job.
I think of my profession as a necessary evil, not much unlike prostitution.
Of course, I did not give veneral diseases in the bargain.

Life is full of complications, two plus two aren't always four.
Hell they ain't even five, they're a lot more probably.

As I was falling, a thought flashed my mind. If I survived, I could make a lot of money donating blood to me.

US


We're inflated out of lies, it could have been truth ...
I have so few memories about what happened last night. Blurred images, faces twisted beyond recognition.
You want the truth, I'll tell you the truth.
There was none.
Everyone can have perceptual errors. The world sort of dims. Gets hazy. It’s like a waking dream, almost.
No, more like waking from deep slumber. Afterlife.
Faced with such situations people concentrate on the world around them. They have another option.
You can do what I did. Shut everything out. Clean slate, clear conscience.

Look for me under the stone,
Seek for me when you are alone,
Come to me when you're home ...

It all started very normally. Oddly enough though.
It was a dream, which was what it was. This is what I choose to believe.
She was there too. Short hair, the works.
The lamp post. Opaque light, seeing was like wading through a sea of molasses. I chose not to. Why was she there? What had brought us together? Fate, Karma, God, Sun Yat Sen, I really don't know.
Hanging over the precipice, I was awaiting the fall.
A quick clean blow always does the job.

Time mayn't be right,
Though you almost gave me a fright,
Look for me when the stars are bright,
I'll come to you when it’s all light...

Ever been blinded by neon lights or at a disc, found you can see or hear nothing.
A subhuman ritual, that's what it is. Your senses function but you get no sense out of the world.
At times like these there is no you. There is a single entity of masses, swaying to peculiar chants as one. Gyrating, the orgy of bliss.
That's what happens when a thousand strong crowd goes berserk. Reason could be anything, religion, tyranny, communism, socialism, Nazism, environmentism, peace, war.
Even worse.
Nothing.
Like the many headed Hydra. Chop a head, two more grow.
The mob is an organism, capable of its own existence, to the destruction of everything else.
Probably it is the acme of human evolution. Survival of the fittest.
She died in my arms and I in hers, but that didn't come until much later.

ME

Who decides my life for me?
I am a schizophrenic, bipolar, autistic introvert. I have every right to remain so. Or so you would have thought.
But not they.
I, was an anomaly. I was a non-conformist. I was a diseased-pest. I was sick. I was so many things but me.
So they put me where they put you, when you're "sick". Restraints, dog-collars, electric shocks, the works.
Who decided that I needed to be cured? Indeed if there was a cure why would I ever want it?
All I wanted was to be left at my resources. But who gets that in this world?
You'd understand. I had to escape! I could not have been there.
And if my window of opportunity opened when I stabbed the guard, then you have to bear with me.
I wasn't a psychopath, definitely not a blood-lusting killer prowling through the streets.
I needed to rest. The lamp post was convenient.
That's where they found us.

SHE

I almost forgot . We sat there for a long while. Did we talk. No. With my blood-splattered clothes and the bloodied butcher's knife in my hand who would have?
But then we're not Romeo and Juliet. And we definitely weren't immortal.
We were just us.

Okay I am not Noel Gallagher and my favourite band is definitely not Oasis but even then "Wonderwall" touched me sufficiently to try writing alt lyrics.
This isn't much good but then that's probably just my opinion.

Aphrodisiac
(Note Bono: I used to think that aphrodisiac means a pain-killer it doesn't but I could not find another substitute Aspirin sounds funny I will give some more thought to this during some exam probably)

I truly felt the pain
when I thought about you everyday
Thought about you everytime,
Numbed by the pain
didn't think I was alive.
Walking down the street people were crying all around.
I don't need any drugs to hallucinate
Coz babe , you're gonna be the one that saves me
and after all you're my Aphrodisiac

I didn't sleep at nights,
Didn't watch the shows
couldn't feel alive.
Then you came around
and smiled,
O baby You're my Aphrodisiac.

Then you went away,
I blew out the lights,
Closed the door,
Locked myself inside.
Coz babe, where's now my
Aphrodisiac?


The Original
Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realised what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way i do about you now
Backbeat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way i do about you now
And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that i would
Like to say to you
But i don't know how
Because maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me ?
And after all
You're my wonderwall
Today was gonna be the day?
But they'll never throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realised what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way i do
About you now
And all the roads that lead you there were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that i would like to say to you
I don't know how
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me ?
And after all
You're my wonderwall
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me ?
And after all
You're my wonderwall
Said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me

iT HAD TO HAPPEN SOMEDAY
Finally its here
I don't mean the endsems silly they keep comin
I am back blogging and god that feels nice
And we have a special treat
The first love poem by me, is here.
Its called simply

YOU

If only the wounds of my heart
showed on my bare skin...........
You'd probably then might've noticed,
each and every one of them was a creation of yours.

I feel like a shadow,
Skin covering nothingness,
Theres a void,
where you used to be,

No emotion can I emote now,
A smile in response to whatever is thrown at me.

It seems to me
I lost myself
when you went away
'ver to went away

Time passes on, some wounds will never heal.

The lonely walk is all I walk alone,

A flower flowing in the rivers,
wherever the currents take me.

Clouds overhead are me, you see.
Searchin, lookin for you.
Only never to find you.

What Cloud could ever reach the Sun?

Keep walking, smiling,
Sure no sign of you.

My heart only pumps blood,
Stopped beating when you went away.

I can touch but not feel,
back then I could feel without touching.

A part of me has withered, died,
since you've been gone.

The Rest of me never rests,
its still roaming, running in circles.

Where did you go?
Vanished without a trace.

Was it Love?
Wish I could've known
Coz I was ne'er told

Know the funniest thing
I don't know how this ends.

I don't have a title for this poem, but the two good things, it is instantaneous(i mean i wasn't thinking whlie writing, i was feeling)
and no references to lotr or norse mythology or any kinda fantasies


what do you do when you wanna run away
from urself?
you can't run and you can't hide
he follows where you go.
he expects better from you
he laughs when you fail, coz he
already knows
that you're gonna fail.
he is the friend
the enemy
you promise he breaks
you hide he reveals
you know he knows
you hate him
he enjoys this
I am as broken as I was
but he kept pushing pushing
just a bit more, you know you can do it!
and then
there's no point working hard
be the way you are.
and you listen
the lies and the tales he weaves
a world in which you are good
admired loved can do no wrong
ofcourse I m a nobodyhe assures me
so no point working
i hate being alone with him
but that's the way its gonna be
He is probably the happiest soul right now on earth
but why don't i feel happy?
probably I am being needlessly sentimental
or probably i really am happy!!
hahahahahha
i broke another promise
hahahaha
i made someone else angry with myself
other than him
really sorry that I trusted you
everyone tells me
you are no more than a bag of jokes
and a book of sad poems
which in reality are no good
coz you're the only one who "enjoys" them
he sez no no you're not worthless
soo what if your marks are crapped
so what if you're a social failure?
you're the best and you believe him
who will ever know that i walked the meandering paths
of my life?
he watches a movie
oh and it stars me
i am the villian
he the hero
see there i am
and that empty slot over there
its my brain
and only he lives there
Keep worries in the right place: outta his life

Words Of Wisdom(From Those Who Claim They Know)
(Recorded during innumerable Thermo Lectures)
This isn't a defamation, its just I found the content surprising!!

So well okay fine exactly of course.
Some very unique lessons follow so hold on tight(to your Mystery Trains!!)

How do we choose the differential is a very philosophical question.The size of the differential is very small. To the molecular level. The molecule may or mayn't be there. Heisenberg's Uncertainity Principle(HUP).
My Comment: Of all the things in the world, Calculus, Philo, HUP in the same dialogue. Schrodinger, Kaffka and Leibnitz would be turning in their graves.

You don't chuck the baby out.It is important to choose the right differential and neglect the others.
My Comment: Would have commented but could make no sense outta it.

A man who remains is one who remains functional.
My Comment: Of all the things possible!!! What actually is he indicating by functional.

It is my fountain pen. It is my piece of paper. I can give any problem.
My Comment: Of Course. Why not.

After 4 years of graduation, some homogenity comes in the whole batch.
My Comment: I'm sure that I'm definitely not a fairy!!

Our entire technology is based on burning fossil fuels.
My Comment: That was your generation. Nowadays we use antimatter and cold fusion.

Common Sense isn't very common.
My Comment: For once I agree.

Intelligence depends on two factors:
1. The ability to utilize our database.
2. Pure database.
My Comment: Not mine, I am pure brilliance!!

Memory is an important portion of your being intelligent
My Comment: Seriously, why should I learn something I could always look up?


Is the life linear? Suppose you graduate and join a job. If your boss becomes angry then your life can become pretty non-linear. When situation becomes non-linear after determing the non-linearity, we need to take adequate steps.
My Comment: I won't comment on this, I have my standards.


Would be regularly updated, after each thermo lec, and we have 3 of them in a week.

The Life Song

Light shines on a hill top,
Move over,
go there fast.

Did life pass you by?

Staring at the sun,
didn't meet its eye

Stared long, stared hard
fought for hours, the demon's wrath.

Shadows rise, towers plummet,
Evil grows, darkness falls.

And then light,
Hope unseen, unsung,

Radiant as the Evenstar's Elessar,
Earendil in flight,
laugh with delight.
swing from mistletoes,
don't wipe the laughter from your brow.


And then He comes,
and all is lost.
get ready to flee,
figth to survive.

The Champion of Evil,
feeds on your soul,
grows tall, strong
don't cower you coward,
Come forth, fight
Conquer the beast.
Tame the wild.

And then She comes,
Life's desires,
Value for money.
Is that what you're thinking?

I first thought I'd
sing a song.
The tune came to me,
came first, came at last.
Wanering o'er clouded hills,
fighting with sundry skills.

Touch the stone and move the mountains,
Conquer his wrath, face the Fountain.

Kill your idol,
Coz this is rock and roll.

So you thought you sold the world?
You didn't realise, the time was ripe.
People hiding, in the streets fighting.
Calm their souls, soothe their nerves.
Kill your idol,
Say no to drugs.
'Coz we always give a social message

So I killed my idol
and then meself
jumped from a height
coughed blood and broke my bones.
I died, died I not.
I am though not for long.
Pain surpassing,
life passing.

Time flying by.
Can't stop,
can't fight

Should I be the Loser everytime?
Would I be the Loser everytime?
Why am I the Loser everytime?


So I wrote a poem again, Big deal huh! I'll tell you what the big deal is.
Firstly I wasn't thinking while writing, I was supposed to do my Thermo H.W. so I was instead writing my sad thoughts.
The thing is that I first wrote the lines "I first thought I'd sing a song" to "Coz we always give a social message".Then the lines from "Light shone ..." to "and all is lost",then "get ready to flee " to ""Is that what you're thinking" and the rest finally.
But it integrated seamlessly in the end!
I was quite surprised, but the end product is quite palatable and atleast to me it doesn't look like an efforted poem except at one or two points

Where do we go now?

Where do we go now. I can't concentrate !!!!! The first semester is passing right infront of my eyes and I am making the same mistakes as before, I just can see the events happening in the same as the last semester and I am really scared, I have this feeling of deja vu whenever I miss a class or waste time or do something I should be doing, for instance blogging when I should be studying for my exams. This is insane and suicidal. I mean doing something which is gonna hurt. At this point my only aim in life is to make my CPI "decent". You might wanna ask What is a decent CPI? I would quote Tona a fellow blogger(www.arvindkothari.blogspot.com) who would probably be the first to read this " What is a decent CPI? It is just a bit more than whatever is the max you think you can achieve not because its unattainable, but on the contrary it is what you should be aiming for, because you deserve no lesser. " (That I hope was the gist of what he said. And Tona I do listen sometimes to what others are sayin' , for a change!!)
I am just not working as hard as I can. First I go to the Lib and get distracted there owing to the huge crowd which is actually trying very hard to study. Then I decide to stay in my room and study and all I do is to try to complete the 19 albums of Black Sabbath that I have and the 4 Ozzy albums. I am working very hard, about this you can be quite sure.
My roomie has almost given up on me, I am missing classes insubjects with weightage to attendance even when I have the opinion that it is a mortal sin to lose out a mark that I shouldl not be.
Okay this served its purpose I think I will concentrate better now.

Till doubt assails again
Basit

A Life Less Uncommon

The darkness is consuming me,

The raysovthesun don’t reach here up to me.

I m lost, trapped,

A captive of my own army

left to the mercy of my own devices.

Wisdom has dripped away

As has ebbed life.

Know not whither to look

nor where to turn

how far must I go before I return?

The caves are around me,

vicious beasts surround me.

My dreams have become my enemies.

Yet I have found hope in my nightmares.

My destiny lies still with me.

A lover searching for love

an artist in search of his muse,

an alchemist lookin’ for his stone

Hope comes from nowhere, but is everywhere.

I am told.

Carpe diem is what you should believe,

my friends tell me,

Patience and reticence are the virtues you must learn.

But all my mistakes aren’t my own,

Can I wash my sins and can I atone?

There is no sun shining,

nor is the moon lighting my path,

nor do stars twinkle overhead as I walk.

This is my baptization,

this is my trial by fire.

A devotee looking for a god,

A king for a kingdom,

A judge looking for mercy

A healer for a cure,

A fish looking for water pure.

Stumble as I walk,

learn must I how to fly.

The cold sun mocks my labours,

The world laughs at my endeavours,

Held is I by such a breakable thread.

Wargs, witches, werewolves and Sandman,

Orcs, elves, warriors and Madman.

Warlocks, wraiths, he who mustn’t be named and the Lizard King

All wait, all stay,

waiting for me to stand,

so that I may fall again.

Dragons spew fire as Evil spawns a new Heir,

Tales of braveries and virtues long forgotten,

arise awake as with sorrows is the path sodden.

The Dark Lord with his power ring,

The Knight on an unfinished errand.

All I know is Carpe Diem,

All I understand is Carpe Diem.

Its a bird,its a blog......its a superblog
blogs r for humans.for metahumans u need superblogs.
my first metahumans were Indian.i started with nagraj,bhokaal,parmanu,doga(who like punisher isn't really a meta human but his guns do all the talking),dhruv(his intelligence and razor-sharp intelligence make up for his lack of meta powers,though he has trained himself in the language of animals all of which r his friends,he can breathe in water but that is a gift from his pseudo-atlantis friends,but he really has no superpowers).
i discovered spiderman sorta suddenly.i mean i just woke up one day and i knew who spidermanwas.ok i m trying to joke.
but i did pick up the foreigners quite fast.
nyhow i was quite glued to the english cartoons that i grew up watching.
i discovered almost all the meta-humans within a period of three to four years.
this reminds me of an interesting incident.
i was once reading about amazon warriors.
so i discovered that they always had problems with archery as u have to pull the string back and release the string.the string always tended to get obstructed by their bosoms(which by then i was sure were quite ample,at least generally)and in the worst cases they suffered serious injuries.a taut high tension wire can be a really effective gulliotine.it also hampered the speed of the amazon warriors.the mechanical engineer in me tells me that cross-bows can be effective solution for this problem.
however such a story would be very ineffective and plainly very plain and mythologies aren't remembered for the technological advances.so what they actually did was to find a origional solution without changing the state of technology.
yes u'r thinking in the right direction......they actually amputated their right breasts!!!!
so when i came to know about wonder-woman i was actually quite eager to see her pic as i imagined an amazonian warrior who should be looking sorta peculiar.
but needless to say i was let down.
she actually looks quite normal...well she is gorgeous but we're'n't supposed to notice that.
nyhow back to the topic.
i hate superman and sachin tendulkar(for the uninitiated he is 1 of the greatest indian batsmen of all times and the highest run getter too in cricket his batting average is phenomenal and his presence is like the talisman of our team we always play better when he is in good spirits.)for much the same reasons.firstly in this world of greys the are two all good and noble guys.no hidden skeletons in their closets.
secondly they make the justice league and the indian cricket team seem superflous and unnecessary.
thirdly their failure destroys the team morale and guys like flash and kaif have hardly any chance when the biggie fails.
batman is a guy i always admire not because he has to rely on his guts and whatever
but because he is always so composed.
i however always find spidey to be the best guy,and that's simply because he has to face all those heavy odds and make it to his date by overcoming the baddies and mind his baddies are very bad.but he always will make it good coz dandruff and self-doubt and room-rent are his biggest troubles.and because the guy has a real sense of humor
and he keeps a monologue on while facing any1 no matter however much strong that guy
is.
and i absolutely adore samurai jack(he is a character on cartoon network).i love the artwork of the cartoon,its very straight lines kinda and seemingly immaturishly done.
the pictures don't convey the strength of tekken or dragonball-z,but there is a vulnerability all over the place.
jack is a warrior par excellence and he can never be defeated.
but he has an enemy a very powerful and almost indestructible dragon(aku should be the probable spelling of his name) who rules over almost the whole world.he can only
be defeated by the sword that samurai jack has who is also his gravest opponent,the only one that aku can never defeat at the same time aku has sent sam j to the future,
a world in which all technological advances co-exist with ancient wisdom.
sam j roams the world trying to find a way to return to his time,but he has immaculate morals and his dedication and all those good values we were taught about
in morals classes and forgot all about them soon enough.
he is the definition of bravery in the face of overwhelming odds.
he never complains,is serious,doesn't speak much,but that doesn't make him arrogant.
he is the perfect killing machine,but he doesn't kill for fun,only in self-defense.
so i have been raving 'bout the guy for what seems like hours of typing time.
but he fully deserves it.
i think i covered all my major metahumans.
just a little note on the martian manhunter.i like the guy to the point that i sympathise with him.
he is the underloved underdog the guy who always gets ignored, but that doesn't make
him any lesser than the talked about guys.
some food for thought this.

ME MYSELF AND IIT K


so here i am listenin to green day, maroon 5,eminem,clapton,axle rose,dire straits,avril,bon jovi,metallica,coldplay, u2, santana(what i really wanna say is that i have,as i feel a very good and varied taste in music)and composing a below standard blog.
but at least i m being honest.
so i'll write about the things i like, i like music i like good movies i like good computer games but unfortunately i don't still have a nvidia card so i haven't really played the top end games.
but i will do that soon. i like good novels i like gossiping i like good food and resting on my bed listening to avril or clapton or if i am feelin gnr metallica or nirvana but that is only generally when i have no better songs to listen to.i find dire straits blue oyster cult and black sabbath hard to follow i just have a few songs of them on my to listen to.
and i will write about things that i don't like.
of course every1 likes to grumble and i m no exception.
i hate my insti not because i find the courseload very high but because i haven't done nything remarkable here. hey i jus want a little fame.
and i m eccentric and i happen to be aware of this fact.
i will do things that hurt me in the long as well as short runs and i will have no reasons for it.
but of course this is a basit hates the world blog and not basit hates basit blog.
so more on that later.
i hated hp6 immensely i boughtit the day it was released but man the book really stinks.
i mean had it not been for the fact that it is a hp book i doubt it would have been the success its been.
i hate seven the movie for the fact that gwyneth dies and it was a very logical end.
i love its my life by bon jovi

lets sing a song for the broken hearted
a silent prayer for faith departed
and i am gonna be just a face in the crowd
u gonna hear my voice
when i shout it out loud
its my life
its now or never
and i ain't gonna live forever
i jus wanna live my life........

i hate the hindi movies bcoz they're just too long.
i hate the courses that i am takin except for intro to man pro
and not just bcoz its name rhymes but bcoz the course makes me feel like
i m really a mech engg coz that's what i am gonna be.
i hate ragging but even more than that i hate the graveness (in my opinion not truly heartfelt)
with which the admin deals with it.
where were the people, the protectors of the ragged, the cynosure of scared fresher eyes when we were being ragged i mean intro'd ?
let things be but that never happens here.
were in the world do students get time to do things of their choice even if it is reading about chaos theory when they have classes from 8 to 6 (10 hours n i 'm not joking)?
and the things we are taught about ?
don't even get me started about them.
or about the profs ?
of course some are really brilliant profs but what about the rest?
or about the fact that i am rubbish when it comes to outdoor sports.
whoops all this grumbling got me carried away.
the good stuff follows now:
i love the place
i was meant to be here
i have discovered many good frnds here
i am not really eccentric
i am lovin the bloggin feelin
i discovered good music movies and books here.
i enjoy the feeling u get by attending all the classes and being able to understand whatever
is being said.
i love eating whatever f*** they serve in the mess and the canteens
i love night-outs wasting my time doin things like blogging or some such crap
or just discussing things with friends.
i love my hp comp
an i like the company too.
i might just apply for a job there
ny how i haven't yet named my insti bcoz revealing personal info on the net is foolish
but evry1 who knows me knows that i am a student of iit kanpur.
and i am proud of the fact that i got thru the jee.
i love evrything associated with me.
especially things i will be associated for but a brief period like my insti.
i love the air of the place , the bad climate ,the people that one day i'll know no more,the courses i hate , the instuctors i despise the teachers i idolise,my senoirs my juniors ,complaning of the lack of girls in the place ragging freshers then becoming frndly with them the way my seniors did.
the juniors actually respecting you when you behave humanely and talk the way u wished to be adderessed during our ragging.
the seniors sharing their experiences about the courses and the profs.
downloading and listening to the songs that i like.
gossiping the night away while also trying to manage the assignments.
using ms outlook to organise your tasks
watching classy movies listening to pink floyd.
and doing absolutely foolish stuff like creating this senseless blog when i should have been
asleep getting ready for a 10 to 6 day
but i think i can sleep at six and wake up by 8:30 to nine and still live to see more days in my life.
but this is really late or in some sense too early so now i am shutting up my shop .
if u happen to come across my ravings do comment.
i will be awaitin.
i have a feelin that i am not the only crapper on the blog space
i love "the who"
i love "pink floyd"
i love who and what i am coz this is what i would be had i been given a choice.