Back in time...

Thanks to swat, I had this great time revisiting a few of my most favorite songs. Truly music to me is what a lollipop is to a 3 yr old kid. This song "brighter than sunshine" by aqualung made me write this post I can say. Love the song, the voice, and moreover the movie (A lot like love).

I never understood before
I never knew what love was for
My heart was broke, my head was sore
What a feeling

Tied up in ancient history
I didnt believe in destiny
I look up you're standing next to me
What a feeling

What a feeling in my soul
Love burns brighter than sunshine
Brighter than sunshine
Let the rain fall, i don't care
I'm yours and suddenly you're mine
Suddenly you're mine
and it's brighter than sunshine

I never saw it happening
I'd given up and given in
I just couldn't take the hurt again
What a feeling

I didn't have the strength to fight
suddenly you seemed so right
Me and you
What a feeling

What a feeling in my soul
Love burns brighter than sunshine
It's brighter than sunshine
Let the rain fall, I don't care
I'm yours and suddenly you're mine
Suddenly you're mine

It's brighter than the sun
It's brighter than the sun
It's brighter than the sun, sun, shine.

Love will remain a mystery
But give me your hand and you will see
Your heart is keeping time with me

What a feeling in my soul
Love burns brighter than sunshine
It's brighter than sunshine
Let the rain fall, I don't care
I'm yours and suddenly you're mine
Suddenly you're mine

I got a feeling in my soul ...(repeat chorus to end)

:)

The other side of me..(yes I am multi faceted alright)

Apparently there is more to me than meets the eye. Or so it turned out to be....

December 20, 2007. It was a cold rainy night and I wasn't dumb enough to be out and contract something. I logged into gtalk for a little chat before going to sleep. I had an invite to chat from some fellow who called himself krish93. I thought it was a krishna I knew (Common name, you see..) and accepted it because unknown person's don't use gtalk but just bug you in orkut. What followed was, what can I say...why don't you just read on

me: u jus added me...which krish are u?
10:29 PM krish93: krishna
from cbe
10:30 PM me: Anna university?
krish93: sengunthar college t.gode
me: tp s friend?
krish93: no
10:31 PM me: then?
krish93: just i saw u in orkut
me: do i know u?
10:32 PM krish93: krishna from coimbatore (Does "do i know you" mean anythi g different anymore????)
10:33 PM me: umm u can be a little more specific
krish93: i am new friend for u
me: ohhk..(with some eyerolling)
10:34 PM krish93: wht u doing
10:35 PM me: nothin much
bored
krish93: ok shall we chat
10:37 PM r u there
10:38 PM me: yea
ok we can.(everyone should be given a chance right??..NO... WRONG)
krish93: wht u doing real life
10:39 PM me: college
2nd yr
PSG
computer science
krish93: oh good
i am psg product diploma
10:40 PM me: oh k
krish93: where did u done ur school
me: sboa
krish93: oh 5n
10:41 PM r u got management seat r free seat
me: free
10:42 PM krish93: r u in home
me: aama.(Change in language -->sign of frustration creeping in..)
10:43 PM krish93: wht else r u in hoilday
10:44 PM me: (An alien which can shower green goo from its nose or a piece of shoe lace) no
college da
tomorrow leave
krish93: ok
10:45 PM shall we meet one day if possible
me: if possible yea.(Tried being subtle)
why did u add me?? what mad eu? (I failed)
10:46 PM krish93: y
wht happen
me: i dont like talking to strangers i dont know and don't feel like I want to know ..
10:48 PM krish93: oh y u think me as ur strangers ,we wil be friend (My strangers?? FTLOG!)
me: huh (Brain on the walls people..)
10:50 PM krish93: thn wht else
me: gonna sleep in a while..(tried a more obvious-er version of subtlety)
krish93: ok
10:51 PM shall u call me
r else i wil
me: i dont really know u
I don't think it's time we tlak..
10:52 PM krish93: ok
after understanding we wil talk ok
me: FINE (Cyanide or rat poison??)
krish93: rajkumar is the dct hod of psg tech dimploma (Where the hell did that come from?)
10:53 PM r u in J block
r EB block
me: A
10:54 PM krish93: ok
whts ur name in orkut to search
10:55 PM me: the same, DUH(I wanted to say obi wan kenobe but then I'd be in deep shit making him understand that)
10:56 PM krish93: shall i add u
but it show male.(THERE YOU GO!)
r u male
me: OMG
oh k, so that's what this is all about.
10:57 PM get a life man(The most patient I've been in a single incident in my entire life..)
krish93: omg means
me: Oh my god (See what I mean by Patience)
buzz off ( It's starting to wear off)
u made a mistake i see(Stating the obvious eh??)
I am not a girl
so tata(that meant ^%#^%#^%^)
krish93: ok
10:58 PM me: and u wont be getting anywhere with the way u approach "Girls"(air quote)
krish93: wht
wht u mean

And the genius went offline. Voila!! The lame dufus actually thought I was a girl. I thank him for that. Phew.. for a second I was scared that he was a "little-too-happy" if you know what I mean.

I guess I should rephrase the first sentence. There is more to me than met his eye. An extra fookin' 'N' at the end. It is SHARANYAN. Is it my fault that "sharanya" is a sexy name??

Bing's not so weird now is it chandler??

Tra la la!

Yes I am singing. For this has been a beautiful day. Why, you ask? Because I bunked college thanks to the heavy rain!

* I found out that I could solve the easy sudoku in under two minutes. (I'm not kidding)

* Spent time on orkut looking at random profiles and communities and smiling to myself when I saw something I liked (Yes I should get a job, I know)

* Watched two movies.

i) Hot fuzz - English movie whose script coulda been a copy of a tamil one's, absurd story, but funny movie.

ii) The butterfly effect - Loved the story, though it is as probable as me changing my blog template to pink. Super acting.

* Found out two things warm you from the inside except the time when people say they love you - "FRIENDS tenth season last episode" and "a cup of coffee + Chilli Gobi with onion rings with a touch a lemon" after a walk in the cold piss-drizzle of an evening rain.

* Caught up with my friends. That's always good.

* The daily nonsense chat with shrey (Hey, we do talk sense time to time) about the lead guitarist of megadeth and the story of how he slept with his head on his hand and his hand became numb and he could not play the guitar for a month. It ended with me giving him nightmares of what would happen if his butt becomes numb. He said it does when he reads in the posture for a long time. ;)

* New template. Yea you'd have noticed.

* Unusually happy day as a whole though not every art of it was pleasant.

Tomorrow's coming along with a cattle prod. Or is it a candy bar?

Audioslave

A tribute to one of the best voices I've heard, one which makes me sing along even though I don't know the lyrics, and to the music, just puts me in a trance. To Chris Cornell..



Out Of Exile

Yesterday to Tomor...

Yesterday to tomorrow

Yesterday to Tomor...

Be yourself

Audioslave - Be Yo...

Revelations

Revelations.mp3

Wide awake

10 - Audioslave - ...

Like a stone

Like a stone.mp3

A dog's life

Our 2 year anniversary, and I have to spend it alone. You know, it was this very same day she promised me she'd never leave me. I should have seen her fingers to see if she'd had them crossed. Hmmm..I still remember the shirt she wore that day, light blue, First button missing, an ink dot on her high on the right cheek, a result of pen-in-hand thinking. That day when I told her that I love her. That day that she told me she felt the same way too. That day that I 'd wished for every day after meeting her at work. Two years ago. Two years.

"I'm leaving on a jet plane..." . Yea right. A jet plane named misunderstanding that eventually crashed in the sea of despair. You had to take me along didn't you? Let me look back. Everything was fine. Smooth. You loved me. I loved you. People were ok with it. Then I get promoted and I got a secretary and you got jealous. For what?? Because she got to spend more time with me at office. But you never understood that the amount of time is never a measure for the amount of love. Yes she was a good friend. Yes we had coffee together. Yes I gave her a hug for her birthday. But God, we've been through more. And A hug a coffee and some time dictating the details to me is enough to make you doubt me??

She wouldn't talk to me in the office again. And now it's our anniversary and she doesn't give a damn. Why?? Why can't people be open minded and mean it when they say "I trust you more than anybody"?? I can't let her go. No, I won't. I'll bring her door down if thats what it takes to get to her. I'll make her see sense that her smile says more than ..what did she say??..yea "that dumb Secretary girl" can ever say. I'm going right now.

Woof!!

Yea right. Woof bark..What else do you know..a little lick a little rub and there you go. Seven or eight puppies. No secretaries. Food, sleep and play. WIsh I had a life like you...

Sila nerangal

Frequent power cuts. Frequent cable TV cuts exactly when I want to see DragonballZ. Frustration seeps in when I switch on the Tv and find the blue screen instead of Goku holding up the spirit bomb. Frustration spreads like blood through veins when I hear the beep-beep of the UPS signaling a black-out. I take a walk through Dr. Hannibal lecter's memory palace to ease the frustration. The power comes back on.

I want to sketch a wolf, write a ballad, a story, sit on a cliff facing the sea listening to John Denver sing "You fill up my senses..." or Bono crooning "With or without you...". I hum a tune thinking how farfetched these are, some because I'm lazy, others because I dunno why.

I find myself having lots of time to spare and at the same time in need of it. I'm occupied but bored. If I'm really not bored then it so happens that it is short-lived. Long holidays suck. Correction. Long holidays at home suck. Especially when your friends have exams.

I have this recurrent image of a beach where I sit near the shore, watching the gulls circling the sky, letting the grains of sand drift slowly to the ground through the gaps in between my fingers. The sand always manages to slip through. A silent tear and a smile simultaneously visit my face. I find this image both dreamy and haunting. Like a puppy which has injured a leg but still licks your hand.

Do people really put smileys to depict their mood or just for the sake of conversation? Are people really what they say they are? Is the crow really a cuckoo instead?

I'm bored..

What I've done

To say a few words and let you see more of what I've done..

A glimpse here and there of our trip to chennai..

Cast:

Anbarasu
Karthik
Siva Visakan
Vibhu
Krishnaraj
Sidaardh
Sharanyan

Guest appearance:

Shri Vasan
Naveen
GV
Puvi

The Diwali visit to the orphanage..

The cast:

Ruby
Anirudh
Ashwin Raghav
Pavitra
Tanmayi
Nandhu
Rahul saka
Paul george
Ishani
Kareena
Lakshmi
Hari babu
Alagappan
Harish
Tarun
Erin
Rahul agarwal
And me...

Hi

So I'm back after two weeks and the world is still spinning. It's been quite great, these two weeks, what with the exams getting over and then the holidays and diwali too.

Orkut says "My dearest wish will come true today." I have no idea what it pertains to but I sure as hell don't think it has yet. There is still a hour and a half left. SO I'm gonna dream my ass off I guess!!

Peace,
Sharan

He discovers that his grandpa was a part of a secret organisation called the plumbers after he meets vilgax the second time. The plumbers were the ones who fought the extra terrestrial creatures which invaded the earth. But as the big bad villain was laid to rest they were disbanded.

One fine day an alien is loose at the museum. He goes there, hits his watch and voila! he turns int o this big green alien. That's his superpower by the way. He goes to stop the bad alien, but another guy is there. He mistakes this green alien for the bad one and fires at him also. But finally the good alien escapes and as time runs out he switches back to human form. And the bad alien is caught. The one who caught it was phil, grandpa's old partner.

Phil finds out about his watch which is called the omnitrix,(the source of his superpowers) and wants to restart the plumbers with him in it. Day by day the frequency of alien attacks increase, and after phil catches them he gets paid well by the governement. Grandpa max becomes suspicious and rushes to mount rushmore and yes his guess was correct, the null void projector is missing!! Phil turns up behind him and explains that he stole that so that he could release all the aliens that they caught with it so that he could catch them again with his grandson and become rich! But max wouldn't have it that way. So he releases an alien to attack max and goes away.

But our hero comes and turns into this grey matter alien which goes on top of the other released alien. Grey matter is very intelligent you see. So it learns how to control the other alien and hits phil's truck with it. Phil is stranded. He uses his null void projecter and tries to catch our hero also inside it. But our hero uses a piece of broken mirror from the truck and the beam hits phil himself and he is trapped along with the other aliens in the projector which max returns safely to the hide out at mount rushmore.

All is well that ends well!!

And that was 10:00 to 10:30 Am of 10th november 2007

:)

Being me

I wish I were a water bottle
My water drives thirst away,
After I'm used, after I'm empty,
I'm just thrown away..

I wish I were a shadow,
Dancing to the tunes of light,
My life not in my own hands
Merging seamlessly into the night.

I wish I were a mayfly,
Living for a day or two,
No burdens, no regrets,
Till I'm crushed by a shoe

I wish I were a rock,
Sweating in the sun,
With nothing to give me company,
Nobody..No one..

I wish I were a barren desert,
Or even a crooked tree,
Only then would I realise,
How great it is to be me..

-Ryan.A.Nash

A journal entry

How would it be if life comes to a standstill whenever you wanted it to...
Like in photographs...
Happy faces remain happy. Those in anxiety stay that way. Where friends stay together for eternity.

One would like to have those lazy days at the IM forever wouldn't one? Or that comfortable seat at the back under the fan right after lunch? All those walks alone by yourself, singing a tune to no one in particular, getting weird looks but never bothering?

Reminiscing does bring a smile or a laugh to one's face doesn't it, no matter who reminisces. You just comment on someone and a friend of yours tells you you were like that when we first met, and then you get shocked but he finishes with "not now of course...", and then you smile.

One does get frustrated sometimes. Like how you get jacked for something which you never should have been. Or when you're left out..

It's been a crazy week. Rain all around me... never letting me walk alone, drowning my voice,..If only it would be quieter but still, be there. I've been walking quite a lot. With company too. Those walks are also worth remembering. One would love to walk the beaten path wouldn't one?

Study holidays have begun. Same difference. Just lot of time left to do the stuff you like....like sketching that wolf you told a friend about a week ago, or picking up that neglected pen and writing something down or just filling up your playlist and listening to it over and over again..Or just having time home with family.




I live in a crazy world. If every moment were to be photographed one would run out of paper to print them on or albums to put them in. Every moment feels new. I put out a candle with my tongue today. A scrawny cat followed me adding to the list of animals that like me (after dogs..). Either that or he liked the cream which was on my finger. I had kurkure's new flavor. Tasted like shit.

I think about the many people who've influenced me. Made me think. Made me feel special. Angry. Stupefied. Made me respect them on my own. Made me detest them by asking for respect. Made me feel loved...Each one, special in their own way.


He looks up from his blue book. A silent breeze blows past. He hears someone say "Dude let's go..". Finishes what he's writing..

"I feel alive...."

Photo courtesy: me
Inspired by the one who lives in a matchbox and talks to his blue book.

Identity

As I was going up the stairs

I met a man who wasn't there.

He wasn't there again today

I wish, I wish he'd go away....

One of the best poems I've ever read and could be the simplest one too..

AND

One of the best movies I've ever seen. Don't read reviews. Please watch the movie.

One photo which I've looked at for a long time and never got bored . I don't know who this is.(Wish I did. Though it looks a lot like arwen (liv tyler) from lord of the rings) because I got this from google images when I searched for "Trance".

Is it the captivating eyes?

Is it the few strands of hair that streak across the pencilled eye brows??

Is it the beautiful nose which curves right into the cheeks?

Is it the full lips which give the face, a lost innocent and a very pretty look??

Is it the black and white mode??

Or is it just me?

Roller Coaster

I feel like the last leaf hanging on to the tree in autumn. All others have gone. I feel cold and lonely. No one to speak to. No one to comfort me.




I feel like the stuffed lion which I bought. No care in the world. Happily playing lawn football and talking as if nothing else mattered.



I feel like jack's appendix. Useful in some way but looked upon with scorn.



Bitter sweet times. Like a roller coaster ride. Makes you puke when you've had the best ride of your life.

One happy thought. At least the ride's over. At least for now....

A trip

(This post is just to satisfy myself. It is not flowery, funny, illustrative or explanatory. Just simple.If you feel bored be welcome to click the close button)


Sometimes I just ask myself why I am what I am. Why I do what I do and how most stuff turn out how you don't want them to. Why some days you end up pleased even when you're down and some days you feel like you're missing something even when you're supposed to be happy. I guess it is all a part of the supposed mystery called Life.

You might probably wonder why this sudden paranoia. We just came back from Bangalore where we had gone an Iv to. Two days is not enough time for an Industrial visit( tour). Time flies by like an angel with her wings on fire plummeting to the ground ( Weird imagination huh?? I dunno why I thought of this). The train journey to bangalore was crap. The return was ..how to put it...one of a kind. Nothing eventful happened but it kinda stays in my mind. I won't go into the details now.

The CPRI had sprawling grounds. (we went there for the visit) which tired us and made us sleep in the auditorium. I did not realise we (Me hari and al) would have looked video-tapable funny till they told us they had taken a 15 minute video of us.

The evening visit to the Forum was an eventful one as well. My first visit there, I was really anticipating what I'd get to see. It was a sight for sore eys one can say. Landmark was amazing. I had an awesome time looking at the books and longing to buy them. We went to Mcdonalds as well. Again my first visit. Delicious food.Totally. Then left Forum with a bag containing two stuffed toys.(Can't imagine a 18 yr old playing with stuffed toys??.....One for my car and one for a friend) They looked really cute.

The next day we visited bannerghatta. The girls decided to surprise us by taking our seats at the back of the bus before we got there. I admit we were surprised and played along. We mock cried and pretended to admire their BRAVERY and panache. But then just for some time. Then it was back to the good old ways of vengeance :).

That evening saw us going to the commercial street. Just the local market with prettier girls. Only a few of the pretty ones were decently attired. I don't exactly mean covering every inch from hair to toe but then there are certain limits. And a lot of girls don't know theirs over there. Got sick of them. Shopped with friends. Had fun walking and hunting for dvds. Got wet in the rain. Ran in the rain. Danced in the rain. Danced in the bus after the rain. Took photos of a supposedly 'cute' me after getting wet in the rain.Showered after going to the hotel.

Took a walk at night to get a bottle of water with hari. Peace. Had a great dinner with gilli, karthik and venoth. Went back gave the stuffed toy to niveditha. Had a nice little chat which is so hard to get usually. I miss that thing I gave her. Was so cute.

Went back to the room. Had a discussion till 3 Am. Played cards. 6 slept where 3 should have. Woke up early. Went to the station. SOme slept some did not in the train. Played cards for a long time. Did not lose once :). Smiled to myself looking at all the sleeping people. How peaceful they were. Went out took photos of the fast moving landscape. Maha and siddhus heads floated out of the next compartment door in the photo while the train curled away. HArdly slept when all others around me did. But when I slept I caused a little bit of drama. I won't go into that now too.

ET gilli lokesh and adi took turns playing chess. Ganesh tried his hand at "ass" ( A game in cards). It was a great IV. Had an amazing time. Karthik and janani really did an awesome job.

I dunno why but I wanted this post to be very very simple. Straight from the heart. No thinking, just typing. I don't think I could have said this better than I have, and even if I have the ability to I won't try. I like it better this way.

Two pleasant days. 400 photographs of fun. Memories to treasure. Good and bad.

Bye!

A solitary tear plummeted to the ground...

It was harder than he had imagined. To have disappeared in her eyes. To be treated as insignificantly as a speck of dust. To be loved and not to be loved back. Not that he stopped loving her though she did. The sudden indifference broke him. The sudden indifference after all the times they'd had. Like how the waves wash away the sand castles. In a flash. Gone. like the snail trailing back with the waves. He offered her everything, she left behind a broken heart and tears of anguish.



A solitary tear plummeted to the ground...

If I compiled all my crimes and my lies into amnesty
Would you come back to me?
The smile on my lips is a sign that I don't hear you leaving me
And I don't hear my own soul scream
I'll read your lips, watch your scarf play at your hips
And I know it's true
But I don't hear him call to you
Don't blame yourself
Don't change yourself
I just wanna be over you, see, if you'll love
Don't hate yourself

If I compiled all my crimes and my lies into amnesty
Would you come back to me?
The smile on my lips is a sign that I don't hear you leaving me
And I don't hear my own soul scream
Don't blame yourself
(don't blame yourself)
Don't change yourself
(don't change yourself)
I just wanna be over you, see, if you'll love
(don't hate yourself)
Don't hate yourself

- My gift of silence (Blackfield)

Today's fortune: Your luck has been completely changed today

Sometimes Orkut does get it right...

:)

Terror has a new face

The hands of the clock inched toward eight. There was an air of tension around the place. It looked so out of place. People shifting in thier seats as if they were not comfortable. It was obvious that there was a plan. Just that no one knew what it was. Glances were exchanged, heads nodded. tongues wetted the upper lips of their owners. It was time. The flash presentation ended. The screen was yanked. The stage was alight......


They rose. In rebellion. In unison. All differences apart. Leaving those on stage lost for words. We marched like a pride of lions. All the hunters ran amuck tried to suppress them, were forced to withdraw and keep them in. They seemed lost in the sea of mutiny. The mutineers exchange looks. Smiles spread. A collective roar.

Bhagat singh looks down with a snug grim on his face from the big screen, seemingly thinking, "My spirit still lives..".

Scars remain....

The mental me

Funny how the mind works.



At first it is like the seed, waiting to grow, to learn more, and never forget what is learnt. That is when the child learns to walk, talk and do all the other basic stuff. The world would be a fun'ner' place to live in if it were the other way wouldn't it? Man and baby learning to walk at the same time??

Then the kid gets bigger and so does the mind. It starts knowing. There's a difference knowledge from learning and jus..downright knowing. It knows how the way of the world is. But yet keeps the innocence intact. The child enters his teens.

The mind is at its prime. It hasn't yet lost its ability to remember stuff, either e=mc2 or the pretty-girl-at-the-coffee-place's number. It is a whirlwind of thoughts, each striving to be prominent. Direction plays an important role here.

Funny how the mind decides against something, but spends a whole lot of time contemplating it. Funny how the mind which cannot be sothed by silence is soothed by the reverberating guitar chords.
Funny how the mind gets angry at the ones it loves and instantly forgives them because the thought that it loves them so much not to allow hate to barge in, strikes it.
Funny how the mind finds that last drop of honey on the thumb tastier than the whole bottle.
Funny how the mind suddenly feels like bringing up memories which it thought were long lost, just to dwell in them for that extra minute it never got.
Funny how the mind which has just seen transformers and found that an exhilarating experience also studies z transforms and convolutions and finds that interesting too.
Funny how the mind feels like blogging when it has an internal to face tomorrow.....
Funnier how it plans to listen to blackfield after closing this window.
Funny how the mind which is said to be idle is nothing but that.
Funny how the mind works.

Who..What..When..Where... TAG!!

1.(a) Pick out a scar you have.

One on my forehead, not shaped like the lightning bolt however weird your imagination is.

(b)and explain how you got it?

Brother hit me and ran. I charged at him like a bull. Did not notice the doormat and the fact that he dodged. Slipped and hit my forehead smack on the edge of a wall. Blood spurted like in the low budget horror movies.

2.What does your phone look like?

A cuboidal mass of black and grey with a 120x120 lcd screen and a few very scratched up keys resulting from the many trips from the hand to the floor.

3. What is on the walls of your bedroom?

One clock, which is ten minutes slow, One portrait bought, one portrait drawn by my brother, and a lizrd (now)

4. What is your current desktop picture?

Inspired by "The Loop"

5. Do you believe in gay marriage?
I don't have anything to do with them. If they like it.. fine! Have a gay anniversary!!

6. What do you want more than anything right now?
To talk about my entire life right from my childhood with someone.

7. What time were you born?

I did not know to see time then :P

8. Are your parents still together?
Yep. And they'll remain that way.

9. Last person who made you cry?

Jonathan Stroud

10. What is you favorite perfume/cologne?
Eau de Cologne used as aftershave

11. What kind of hair/eye color do you like in the opposite sex?
What comes naturally.

12. What are you listening to?
My fingers hitting the keyboard

13. Do you get scared of the dark?
Sometimes.

14. Do you like pain killers?
Do YOU like painkillers??

15. Are you too shy to ask someone out?
Naah..

16. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?
Wai-wai noodles

17. Who was the last person you made mad?
Mom.

18. Is anyone in love with you?
Wish that person would tell me :)

I tag sathya, upasana, athos, surya and shiva. Please do blog sometime :|

I've returned to do WHAT I LIKE BEST

Yep sorry for all the cobwebs that got accumulated here.(Sorry only for those who bothered to visit me int he past ten days. :| ) It's been one helluva week what with Let's Talk (A five day workshop on GD conducted by the English Literary Society of which, I'm proud to say, a member of) turning out to be a whopping success and me returning to the world of blogging. But not without pressure, mind you! I was tagged twice and now I sit down to do them. As the title says...

What I Like best :

*To stay in bed for the recursive five minutes whenever woken up in the morning.

*Sit tooth brush in hand till the thought that you've been sitting idle for God knows how long strike you and you wake up realising that you've spilled paste on your shirt.

*Stare at the wall, outside the window when I'm bored.

*Write rhyming poetry.

*Eat wai-wai noodles after getting drenched in rain.

*Masala sundal at the beach in a paper cone with wet and muddy pants!

*A walk back home, alone under the shade of trees befuddling passers-by with my singing skills.

*The good feeling when you turn the last page of a book.

*The "pull arippu" up your spine when "jaya he..jaya he" part of our national anthem is sung.

*To laugh until your stomach hurts and your eyes stream and you like a stupid duffer surrounded by similar people!

*The bus ride home, in the window seat, asleep to the world around.

*Thayir sadam with pickles.

*Thayir sadam with mor molagai

*Thayir sadam with _ _ _ _ _ _ (Anything that is not sweet)

*Anything to do with dogs

*Watching a common interest on TV with dad and mom. And then talking about it later.

*Looking back. Literally (On the road, you know when :D), and figuratively.

*Spending a whole hour eating a cream bun at RV, with ten other people

*Smiling and seeing others smile.

*Taking photographs and saying to yourself "Damn, you're not bad!"

*The times when I realise I've eaten enough but grab the nearest cup when desserts are served.

*Conversations on the phone which last for an hour or so.

*Pulling people's legs (Those who don't take it seriously, mind you! Phew I've had the experience of teasing someone who did not like it and he almost punched me. And he was my classmate!!) and then joining forces and pulling somebody else :D

*This past week.

*Being dumbstruck after a phenomenal movie ends.

*Badgering mom for breakfast/lunch/dinner.

*Talks with people like Shreyas, Hari Babu, ET, Nithya which range from downright dumb to absolutely philosophical and thoughtful.

*The school gang meet.

*Photo sharing.

*Sharing lunch with people.

*The usual impromptu meetups at ARC with surya and shivram

*And all other stuff which I like best...

*And yea, My life.

I tag annette.

A long time coming . . .

He strode out onto the pitch and looked up at the skies. It was a bright sunny day. His captain had made the right decision of batting first. The pitch was perfect too. He took guard at the wicket


. The bowler steamed in fast. A quick jab and he was off. One in one ball. The perfect start to the test match. But then the going became slow. He scored at around 1 run for every four balls. However slow he was he would not throw his wicket away. He scored no boundary. The most he scored of one ball was a solitary three. From then on it was a torrent of dot balls interrupted by a few sparse two's and the frequently intermittent singles. He took 50 balls to enter double digits. That wasn't that bad considering it was a test match and it sounded good even, because it was a batsman's nightmare. However the next 30 balls were more productive for the batsman. The moisture in the pitch seemed to have dried up. He moved from 10 to 22 in just another thirty balls. Another hundred balls passed seeing him slowly incrementing his score till he stood at 46 n.o. at the end of day one having faced 163 balls.

The next day dawned. It seemed bright enough. He got off to a wonderful start scoring of his first ball of the day!! He needed just three more for the half century. But that took another 15 balls coming. A relieved and exultant batsman lifted his bat to the stands. So far so good. He had stood his ground though it had been tough conditions. But the job wasn't over. A hundred more balls passed with him just adding 17 more runs to his total. His father's birthday had just gotten over.

He swiftly got past his next milestone. 75 runs in his first ever inning and he was still not even a bit tired. He swiftly moved into his eighties and into the nineties as well in the same time.
Now the nerves started jangling. His score was 99 n.o (397 balls). It had been the best effort of his life. And he was determined not to let it slip. He faced the 398th ball with an apple stuck in his throat. He put his front foot down. MISTAKE. The ball headed for his head. Had he not ducked fast he would have thought he'd been in vegas. He tried to swallow the apple but it just got bigger. 399th ball came up. His bat was not steady. But the bowler was. Every step of his was amplified ten times over in the heartbeat of the batsman. He released the ball. Whew! Wide of the stumps. He let it go. He calmed himself. He tried swallowing the apple again. No. It wouldn't budge. He walked a few steps from the crease. Closed his eyes and let the wind dry the sweat away. Then as though he knew it all along he spat the apple out. His hands were steady.

The bowler ran up. Released the ball. The ball inched towards the batsman (Slow motion!) It bounced. But he had not anticipated the fact that the batsman was two steps down the track. So the intended good length ball ended up being a half volley.

The scoreboard read :


An Idle Mind --------- 100* (400)

Surreal days

I enqueued some music in win-amp on my computer, and I realized it has been 8 days since I did that last time.


I also realized that I had not visited any blog page for the last two days. That is a record in my standards.

Ever since July second half started, I always found myself playing Hide and seek with time and I somehow I always ended up being the catcher. I was never a good catcher even back when I was little. First the conference came. Next the internals came. Immediately ELS came. But with all of 'em came parts of life I've never experienced before.

Conference - MCed first time in my life.(Formally, that is.)
Internals - Guess what??
ELS- Now that's a big story.

I've never been this busy in my entire life. We had to prepare for an Independence day program which we were informed of only 5 days before independence day. We had to campaign for Let's Talk which starts in a week. We had helluva lot of records to write and the work just increases exponentially only when you least want it to come.

But once you finish them, that felling, THAT feeling is SOMETHING. A happiness. A responsibility given to you and you have taken care of it excellently, be it small, be it big.
I feel as though I'm a part of somebody's life, with all the same people but time moves fast only for you. Niveditha (One of my best friends) said,"You know sharan, I haven't been close to this busy in my life. I feel so happy that I'm trusted with work!" (The reason people detest ELS is obscure as of now. Some generally hate guys and girls beings together, being friends, doing work and having fun. To them, it is just consorting with the devil. I'll gladly go on a hunt for the ugliest looking rat in this world, catch it and shove its bare ass up the noses of people who hate the ELS for that.

Today I bunked morning first hour just because I was blissfully late by 15 minutes. I was not in the mood to explain. Went straight to the IM canteen, had coffee under the trees. Got 8 alpenliebes because he did not have 4 rs change. Sent a message to people asking them to inform when first hour gets over. It was the first time was completely prepared or a lab class. The smoothest lab class ever. Then I ate to my satisfaction after two days following a serious case of stomach unease. Had a great evening. I listened to my favorite songs for one and a half hours. It all came flooding back. I stepped through a trapdoor and back to my life, the tempo slowed down. Sanity came back. I visited blogs and commented on excellent pieces of writing I had missed. I went home early after 2 weeks. I sat down to blog. The blood flowed through my fingers.

Felt angry about certain narrow minded people.
Felt happy for the life I have and the people who star in it.
Felt like a warm cup of coffee with a coat of cream which has just been sipped by the prettiest caffeine junkie on this planet.
Felt like me again.

I am the all singing all dancing crap of this world...

The road not taken....

Wish I had something called wordspot or blogpress. But I will never desert my first protege..

first week of august..

The old gang (which still exists)

We happy happy happy..

Nice eh?? ( Objects in the mirror ARE closer than they appear!)

Birthday headbumps

Order in disorder


Gud ol' G2 (One yr old in fact :P)

The first row looks as though the dullest teacher came on stage..but then look towards the back!!

Never knew so many could fit in three benches did you??

G2's angels!!

Enlightened

I've always loved dogs, the bundles of joy who prove that happiness is contagious. And so naturally I love wolves too, the ancestors of dogs. (Actually the animorphs say it is "the chee" who are the ancestors of dogs and pieces of their hearts are in the wolves). I associate the term " liquid power" with a wolf whenever I see a picture or one in person.(the photo is of a pack i shot at the darjeeling zoo). The sheer cool with which it stares at you makes you want to bow down before him. And recently Annette gave me a book "The Loop" by Nicholas Evans. I loved the quote she sent as an extract. So I got it from her a week back. A story of the circle in which men and wolves live and how in essence both are the same, the wolves even better in some ways.

"The scent of slaughter, some believe, can linger in a place for years. They say it lodges in the soil and is slowly sucked through coiling roots so that in time all that grows there, from the smallest lichen to the tallest tree, bears testimony.

Perhaps, as he moved silently down through the forest on that late afternoon, his summer-sleek back brushing lower limbs of pine and fir, the wolf sensed it. And perhaps this vestige of a rumor in his nostrils, that here a hundred years ago so many of his kind were killed, should have made him turn away.

Yet on and down he went.

He had set out the previous evening, leaving the others in the high country where even now, in July, there lingered spring flowers and patches of tired snow in gullies shy of the sun. He had headed north along a high ridge then turned east, following one of the winding rocky canyons that funneled the snowmelt down from the divide to the valleys and plains below. He had kept high, shunning the trails, especially those that ran along the water, where sometimes in this season there were humans. Even through the night, wherever it was possible, he had stayed below the timberline, edging the shadows, in a trot so effortless that his paws seemed to bounce without touching the ground. It was as though his journey had some special purpose.

When the sun rose, he stopped to drink, then found a shaded nook high among the sliprock and slept through the heat of the day.

Now, in this final descent to the valley, the going was more difficult. The forest floor was steep and tangled with blowdown, like tinder in some epic fireplace, and the wolf had to weave his way carefully among it. Sometimes he would double back and find a better route so as not to puncture the silence with the telltale snap of a dead branch. Here and there, the sun broke through the trees to make pools of vivid green foliage and these the wolf would always skirt.

He was a prime four-year-old, the alpha of the pack. He was long in the leg and almost a pure black, with just the faintest haze of gray along his flanks and at his throat and muzzle. Now and again he would pause and lower his head to sniff a bush or a tuft of grass, then lift his leg and make his mark, reclaiming this long-lost place as his own. At other times he would stop and tilt his nose to the air and his eyes would narrow and shine yellow as he read the scented messages that wafted on thermals from the valley below.

Once while doing this, he smelled something closer at hand and he turned his head and saw two white-tailed deer, mother and fawn, no more than a dozen yards away, frozen in a shaft of sunlight, watching him. He stared at them, connecting in an ancient communion that even the fawn understood. And for a long moment, all that moved were the spores and insects that spiraled and glinted above the deer's heads. Then, as if deer and insect were of equal consequence to a wolf, he looked up and again assessed the air.

From a mile and a half away came the mingled smells of the valley. Of cattle, dogs, the acrid tang of man's machines. And though he must have known, without ever being taught, the peril of such things, yet on again he went and down, the deer following him with inscrutable black eyes until he was lost among the trees.

The valley which the wolf was now entering ran some ten miles due east in a widening, glacial scoop toward the town of Hope. Its sides were ridged and thick with pine and, viewed from above, seemed to reach out like yearning arms to the great sunbleached plains that stretched from the town's eastern edge to the horizon and countless more beyond.

At its widest, from ridge to ridge, the valley was almost four miles wide. It was hardly perfect grazing land, though many had made a living from it and one or two grown rich. There was too much sage and too much rock and whenever the pasture seemed about to roll, some coulee or creek, choked with scrub and boulders, would gouge through and cut it off. Halfway down the valley, several of these creeks converged and formed the river which wound its way through stands of cottonwood to Hope and on from there to the Missouri.

All of this could be surveyed from where the wolf now stood. He was on a limestone crag that jutted from the trees like the prow of a fossilized ship. Below it, the land fell away sharply in a wedge-shaped scar of tumbled rock and, below that, both mountain and forest gave way grudgingly to pasture. A straggle of black cows and calves were grazing lazily at their shadows and beyond them, at the foot of the meadow, stood a small ranch house.

It had been built on elevated ground above the bend of a creek whose banks bristled with willow and chokecherry. There were barns to one side and white-fenced corrals. The house itself was of clapboard, freshly painted a deep oxblood. Along its southern side ran a porch that now, as the sun elbowed into the mountains, was bathed in a last throw of golden light. The windows along the porch had been opened wide and net curtains stirred in what passed for a breeze.

From somewhere inside floated the babble of a radio and maybe it was this that made it hard for whoever was at home to hear the crying of the baby. The dark blue buggy on the porch rocked a little and a pair of pink arms stretched, craving for attention from its rim.But no one came. And at last, distracted by the play of sunlight onhis hands and forearms, the baby gave up and began to cooinstead.

The only one who heard was the wolf."

-first few pages of the book.

Naturally, I loved the book. And so would anybody who loves simple english written in a beautiful manner. One of the books which connected with me entirely.

It is true that "The wolves are a part of nature and sometimes man forgets to be...."

Reflections..

Happiness is a good feeling.

Like what you feel when your hunger is sated by an excellent meal.


Like how you feel when it rains ever so slightly, the drops not even making a sound when the fall on your face .

Like how you feel when you hear one of your favorite songs and your mom comes shouting "11th time you've heard that continuously!! Atleast stop singing along!!".

Like how you feel when you start a session of "combined studies" and find yourself laughing till your stomach hurt

Like how you feel when you realise you'll never be lonely when you've got people like these around you.

Like how you'd feel when someone says he/she loves you

Like how you feel when your best friends greet you with a wide and stupid grin every morning, but it somehow looks so beautiful every single time

Like how you know someone will always be there for you but how it feels helluva lot better when someone says it out loud.

Like all the "big hugs" shared through IM, SMS, or physically

Like how you get caught in class for something and always find out that there's someone to give you company

Like how you think nobody could have had such a bad day, but someone comes along and cheers you up, and you think "Who?? Me?? A bad day?? You've got to be kidding me.."

Like how you share a single mentos with a friend.

Like how you some of you see F.R.I.E.N.D.S and some others see "Kanaa kaanum kaalangal" and you debate over which is better and it ends up with a drastic change in topic!

Like how you feel when you realise that exactly one year has passed since you've joined college and it is batch day.

Like how you feel when you realise that time has gone so fast. You feel so close yet you feel like you've met yesterday only.

Like how you feel when you know you have atleast three more years with the same silly, stupid, people but realise life will never be so beautiful without them...

To everyone who feels the same...

Autumn blues

Step after step, heavier it becomes,
The wind blows, the rain comes,
He trips on a stone,which cut like a knife
Twas the loneliest autumn of his life.

There's a sorrow in his eyes,
On his cheek a tear dries,
A rain drop falls on his head,
The trees have all their leaves shed

The bird in the tree was gone,
Leaving his mornings alone,
He did not sing for him anymore,
As he did every morning before.

The raccoons are not there either,
His sorrow intensifies further,
What fun it was to look at the lot,
Frolicking, all sorrow forgot.

The morning mist had gone too,
Now only the chilly wind blew,
The mist which had clung to him,
Even when everything was grim.

The sun too hid behind clouds,
And him in darkness it shrouds,
The darkness swallows his shadow,
His heart is a messed up hollow.

He had been the bird on the tree
Singing with joy away to glory,
He had been one of the raccoon pack,
Had people around him not long back.

Like summer changes to autumn,
People 'round him forgot him,
Memories were all he had now.
To survive this loneliest autumn somehow...

And memories are all he needs,
The solace when none pays heed,
A touch, a smile, a shoulder to cry,
Though virtual will make sorrow fly.

He walks away on the same way
The bird sings as though it was may
His heart sees the raccoons play,
His mind pushes the loneliness away....

Ryan.A.Nash

Happyness

I was standing next to a boy, who was walking with his slightly taller friends. They were going to the library to borrow some books; I gathered out of the small talk they had. Few new books had been ordered by the library, said the one called Vivekanand, the tallest of the three. The one called Vasanth was chatting a bit hyperactively. They entered the library and got the familiar smile of recognition from the librarian, smiling inwardly that his guess that we would be the ones to visit the library first had proved right. We looked at the books on display. Vasanth took a copy of "Short stories " by Agatha Christie and his eyes shone with excitement. The relatively shorter guy's eyes reflected their excitement. Vivek however took another book from the pile and showed it to him. He read the title " Harry Potter and the philosopher's stone" and he looked at the cover art- A nerdy looking guy in front of an express. however the Agatha christie book had more meaning to him. His mother had suggested reading that. Vivek said " Read this da. It is fun. nice imagination."

Vasanth " De idha padi da. my limit is over otherwise i would have borrowed this. " . The little guy made a decision. He had both books in his hands......

The room swirled into mist. My feet were drawn up, up and out of that old library. I smiled recollecting what happened next. I smiled as in my mind I pictured the little boy, choose the HP book and telling himself he'll get at the Agatha Book later, as the three walked back to their class, Vasanth still cribbing that the book was childish.

I twirl it a bit....

A blurred image forms in front of his eyes. A tousle haired bespectacled boy swims into focus. I see him pouring over a line from the book. "Help is always available at Hogwarts for those who need it." He let out a low whistle and a silent swear word at the genius of the author.

Once again the scene swirled like mist. I came back to the present. I had finished what the little guy had set out on 7 years ago, and what the older guy had almost completed 4 hours ago, I realise with a shudder that, I have completed it, in the present. Seven years and seven books later, Harry's and my task are over.

The genius of Rowling will always linger on. the mind is an amazing device. One cannot quite predict how it will act. Rowling's formed a magical world in a coffee pub, Waterson's found an imaginary friend for a little guy, mine chose to read about both. The beauty of the seventh book cannot be stated in words. Love and trust are two feelings wherein one cannot exist in the absence of other. You trust the ones you love and u always love the ones you trust. Faith is something which is hard to develop and harder to shake off. In times of stress only the memory of good times keep us together. So if ever you feel sorry for something you've done, don't hesitate to make amends for it. It is a great feeling trust me. Knowing that people are out for you there. It is great pain to find out that the ones you knew have turned into the ones whom you wish you never knew.

Life is all about second chances, Innit?? That's why we've got something called memory. The cactus thorn stuck on your ass which hurts whenever you settle to let it rest. It won't go unless you've set it right. You'd hope for someone to take it out for you. Sometime sit may happen. Mostly, it is you that has to take the initiative or keep wishing someone else would.

The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death. One would like to meet death without a thorn in the backside wouldn't one??

As they say the wand chooses the wizard, but the wand gets its identity from the wizard.

Make a mark.

Cia..

Fight Club

BLOGGER BIRTHDAY ALERT : Happy birthday 'Nette ( 22 nd July)... Visit War of The Mind


It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.

And everything you own end up owning you.

If you want a suggestion for a movie to watch any friday night, a movie which will shock you, move you, make you realise how shit happens around you, keep you guessing wrongly,again, and again, and again, till you get tired of guessing and see the movie because in itself it is overwhelming, and in the end will make you get out of your lousy chair and blog about it, then I suggest Fight Club.

A few quotes from the movie...I don't want to give out the story on my blog though many versions of the story are on various sites. If you still don't take my advice and still go and read the review in some crappy site, then don't ever look in my face again( if you have seen me before). If not, then I hope we don't meet! (too harsh eh??..ellaam oru effect thaan!). So my tribute to the masterpiece..

[first lines]
Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned- Tyler


I had it all. Even the glass dishes with tiny bubbles and imperfections, proof they were crafted by the honest, simple, hard-working indigenous peoples of... wherever.

Tyler Durden: [the Narrator is trying to disarm a car bomb of nitroglycerin] You don't know which wire to pull.
Narrator: I know everything you do, so if you know I know.
Tyler Durden: Or maybe, since I knew you'd know I spent all days thinking about the wrong wires.
[Narrator pauses]

Narrator:It's called a changeover. The movie goes on, and nobody in the audience has any idea.

Narrator : Home was a condo on the fifteenth floor of a filing cabinet for widows and young professionals. The walls were solid concrete. A foot of concrete is important when your next-door neighbor lets their hearing aid go and have to watch game-shows at full volume. Or when a volcanic blast of debris that used to be your furniture and personal effects blows out of your floor-to-ceiling windows and sails flaming into the night. I suppose these things happen

Tyler Durden: Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion?
Narrator: [with Tyler's gun in his mouth] mm mm mm mm mm mmmmmm.
[Tyler removes the gun]
Narrator: I still can't think of anything.
Tyler Durden: Ah. Flashback humor.

Narrator: By the end of the first month, I didn't miss TV.

Marla's philosophy of life is that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn't.


Marla... the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, but you can't.

With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels.

I am Jack's broken heart.

I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection.

The first rule of Fight Club is - you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is - you DO NOT talk about Fight Club. Third rule of Fight Club, someone yells Stop!, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule, only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule, one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule, no shirt, no shoes. Seventh rule, fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule, if this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.

In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway.

The dialogues are amazing as you can see. Watch it. Don't blame me if one day you die and then you regret not watching it because as they say in FIGHT CLUB

This is your life and it is ending every minute.

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¡feliz cumpleaños a mí!!
с днем рожденья меня! !
عيد ميلاد سعيد لي!
alles Gute zum Geburtstag zu mir!!

Yeah you get the point. And I'm tired of typing the text and translating it too. So happy birthday to me! Yay!

A virtual treat to all of you! Because this is where I exist. Kind of like the matrix. My "real" manifestation is that of a 18 yr old fellow whom you can approach for a treat if you want. So feast your eyes on any of your favorite links that you want and think of it as though it was dedicated by me to you! The least I could do!!

P.s..How do you like my new dress?? "The son is out And the Mr. is in"

And happy birthday to Sigmund Freud and Priyanka Chopra too!!

Thoughts...Of not much significance

Friday evening after a bizarre week and an equally tiring day to end it all, sees me sitting here typing in words which I feel would make me feel better. Thoughts I've been wanting to write down for a long time to make memories for the future. To be precise, this is "the idle mind" at its idlest.



I've wondered for a long time why everyday the same routine has to be followed. Why can't there be a change in the monotony? Getting up at the same time, doing the same things, catching the same old crowded bus to college, semi-listening to what the teachers are paid to teach, mindlessly meandering to a wholly different place, the effect of which is a notebook with scrawls even a 4 year old kid would have been proud of, lunch at 12 30, two more hours of sporadically mundane lectures, the long ride back home, the evening after, are the stuff I'm talking about.

Get my point? Atleast a bit I guess.

The time I go to sleep is preferably one of my favorite times of the day. Thought come in full flow. The time you reflect on stuff which are least related and laugh at your own thoughts. The time when you nod off before you realise that you are getting sleepier by the minute. The time when there exists no fine line between dreams and reality.

Get my point? Atleast a bit, I guess.


But whatever said, you cannot change it but only think of how it would be if it got changed. Even in the monotony there crops up something or the other which makes the day least of all monotonous. The change of the lunch location from the classroom to the terrace where the wind blows with all its might, the photo sessions and loud chats in the terrace after lunch with no one to stop us, the many pass-games (Don't ask me about this..:P ), The many jokes shared, comments passed, the funny looks got after the comment is heard by the person it was aimed at, Old friends coming to your college, The fight for the last mento, the happy times at cafe vallatey/RV cakes, The times spent ottifying PV with just a look and a snide smile ( Me is devilish :) ), The talks which make no sense with ganesh and ET on the way back home, the creative discussions with Harry during class and getting caught for doing so, Times spent happily chatting away to glory with Niveditha / Mary ending either with Niveditha having a snug expression on her face/ Mary laughing out loud ( She always does for that matter :P) / me being just the same, The various sangams and the fun with the gang ( Anbu, Gilli, Visak, Karthik, Sid, Vibhu, Ganesh, Et), The numerous times we had asked for a teacher to allow us to go to the library, 5 minutes after which we could be seen with a coffee in hand at the Im canteen, the things you learn even through the backchat, table scribbles, and the numerous messages sent, the one good period which makes it worth attending the day, and stuff like that do add some color.

You get my point? I hope so.



You get the satisfaction of having done something even though you never get to "see" what it is that you have accomplished. After all this you end up with a good feeling which lingers. You can't see it but somehow you feel you've done something good. The feeling you got at school visits you all over again and you can't help but feel "Another great day". Now it is friday night. The week has drawn to a close. Almost. Memories are all that's left behind. I go to sleep with the hope, almost willing that I would revisit these memories next monday, if not something better.

Now, you get my point? If not, get a life...

(The little guy looks contented. Doesn't he?)