I am trying to finish some of the last assignments I have for this semester, but the thought of freedom for 2 months, end sem blast tomorrow at my house and many other such random blissful thoughts are preventing me in doing so. So here I get down again to my basic instinct of writing whenever I feel restive.
I can go on and on forever on any subject under the sun, but when I sit and think that I should write something meaningful, a total loss of ideas strike me. Its like a dry air spell over an already parched earth...I dont have those writer genes in me...Oh dad why are you not a writer, it would have been real nice to see those genes in me...
Aha another point to elaborate on..Dad...I love u so much...but I may never be able to match upto what u are...the total saint in this world...but I am trying...real hard I promise...
I am good at multi-tasking I think...I can manage to do all the crap at once apart from acads, too good man...I am improving....
neways a lot of my usual bakwas I would love to write here, but the very few visitors I have to my blog would stop coming then I guess...so I should just shut-up and go study...

Time for a new Blog account

Cellphone addicts, dancing freaks, shopholics, party nuts and having the capacity to give fundas about any crap on this earth - these are the traits that make us all stay together....this is the bunch of crazy IITians I grew up with, not literally though, but grew up to be what I am today, what I aspire to be tomorrow.
Shruti ( my partner in almost all crimes - physically and virtually ;) )and I have been discussing for long to start a blog for this packet of ours full of madness, where we could spill out all beans, continue the non-stop bitching (about anyone we can think of) , discuss the latest hot dude around, or plans of eloping, styles of fagging, or the latest Daru we tried, or buying the tiniest of skirt we can get our hands on....this blog is going to be all about the madness that our group shares, about the secret recipes of fun, about dreams acheived or shattered, about pranks we want to play, and about basically any thing we want to discuss....there will be no stopping us or time conflicts to talk the cell or whatever other obstacle there can be ...
Before setting up that new blog I wanted to pen this down here, because it seems there will be history in the making for this new blog...in all senses you can think off ;) ....

On a chilly winter morning

Touched by the misty air

I warm up by the sun rays
wondering at the beauty of it all.

the mind , body and the soul

How often do we ask the question - what is greater mind , body or the soul?
often we get to read in philosophies, life stories that mind and soul are greater.
Now I ask what is more important - mind, body or soul?
I am so lost at this question, I wish soul was the answer, because I believe soul continues to live on, even when the body goes waste, the mind stops to function.
But as humans do we really believe that soul is the most important ? I seriously doubt that. How often do we find ourselves crying when the soul of our beloved departs from the body, or the mind ceases to function. We yearn for the body to respond to us, to be a part of the space that surrounds us. To objectify and familiarize the space around us we need bodies not just mere souls.
Why is it difficult to come to terms with the fact that body has played its role when the soul leaves it? Do you not have questions like this?
Not that I constantly think about this, but sudden events in life force you to think about these question which probably have no right answers. For me body becomes the most important, because if soul is not inside that body how will I react to it, how will I know it exists...
Questions , questions and more questions, does the mind not get tired asking all these questions...what is it with mind that it keeps working the way it does, or suddenyl stops working, what is the essence of our being?

Summer is here

There is lull on the campus, a certain quietness that touches the heart.
Every step I take has a bounce, a wish to get lighter as it starts.
As the cool breeze caresses the touch of the sun, the mind becomes fleeter than the wind.
I wander far away amongst the clouds, under the water , through the sands, thankful for the beauty of all.
The summer is here and I am in love again.

if you dont find courage, courage will find you

if you dont find courage, courage will find you. What a beautiful way to put up your brave front. I just read this line on a friend's status message and fell in love with it instantly.
Some events make it impossible for you to behave normally, you just want to break down and cry, still you put up a brave face, consoling others and being their strength, this is when courage finds you. :)

The world is so obvious

I am unknown

I revel in my own world,
Surrounded by the heights of my dreams,
Washed by the light that filters through
The ever-expanding horizon of my hopes,
Yet to me I am unknown.

I dance by the music of challenge,
Laid deep in the journey of life.
I turn-around and walk back,
To gather what I left.
Yet to me I am unknown.

I whisper courage in my ears,
Coming straight from my heart.
I take a deep breathe and tell myself,
That I have it in me to go on.
Yet to me I am unknown.

Basic Instinct

Breathe n u intake the alcohol smell in, move n u step on someone's foot, talk n ur friend cant listen to what u r saying, this is just another friday nite, just another bus after 10 n just another country - US. Who says you miss the Indian bus crowd, the rush n fight for getting on the bus, the manic crowd in the bus, if u ever do just come visit me in Amherst - a small university town near Boston which overflows with life on a friday nite. It is as if it takes birth every friday nite n dies a slow death on sunday morning. The cycle goes on week after week. This is it. The two days of life in Amherst.

New York drives me crazy

Call it a wide-eyed dream of girl from a small city( a city so small, yet the whole world knows about it, no prizes for guessing.) or just call it mere madness, but I am in love with New York, it just drives me carzy. The rush, the crowd, the urban sprawl, the honking cars, the dingy subways, the flashy Times Square, the bustling Broadway, romantic Brooklyn bridge, I am in love with all of this - this place is so full of LIFE.

I am wondering what was I doing in US, and what the hell am I doing now, just being another student in just another university. I would rather kill to be another face on the New York street , than die being a student in this so quiet and peace loving place. Sometime Amherst is so quiet, you could say its haunted.

Going to New York brought back life into me, and its pulling me back like a magnet, I want to be there, live life of a New Yorker. I am tired of being quite, into studies, struggling to achieve what I aspire for, just want a break, a break away from all this and into the heaven that people call hell. I wish someone would bring that break into my life, oh how I wish :)

losing it tomorrow what I have today

I live constantly in the fear of not having tomorrow what I have today. This makes me hold on tightily to these things, not realizing soon I will be out of strength to hold on any longer. Will letting go be easy then? Probably not but then I would have no option but to let go. Losing it will cause all the more pain knowing how loyally I had held on to it. So why dont I just let go, start living in the present with never worrying about the future and trying to make it secure...Whats the fun of having a secure future when all the present goes waste in this insecurity...Is it worth it?
Dont know, dont know a lot of other things as well. But am trying hard to find out, and one day I shall. But I pray that its not too late then...