She

Saw NOTTING HILL TODAY ... I guess for the 7th time.Few friends came to my room to pick me up for the movie (to be viewed on computer next room). Well, I decided not to be the party pooper and joined them.

The movie is over. And all I can remember now is the title song ...... Here are the lyrics.
Not really in a mood to write anything. Njoy .

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She may be the face I can't forget
A trace of pleasure or regret

May be my treasure or the price I have to pay

She may be the mirror Of my dream
A smile reflected in a stream

She may not be what she may seem inside her shell

She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud

No one's allowed to see them when they cry

She may be thelove that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past

That I'll remember till the day I die

She may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive

The one I'll care for through the rough And ready years
Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs

For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is She
She
Oh, she


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No one remembers my name

Believe it or not, I've been listening to Jailhouse Rock - Elvis for past two days in a row.....I wrote this one way back.

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No one remembers my name


My worst fear has come true
I should have thought this through
My picture misses in the frame
No one remembers my name

Should have seen it come
Should'nt have kept mum
Wish I could replay this game
No one remembers my name

Betrayed by those whom I trusted
Shatters the faith enthrusted
Why am I to feel the shame
No one remembers my name

Quote ::

India is the cradle of the human race, the birthplace of human speech, the mother of history, the grandmother of legend and the great grand mother of tradition.

Mark Twain.

That singlemost dreadful moment !!!

I'm listening to "Dont Chaa - Pussycat Dolls"
Actually have a headache....and thats a rare thing.

The agony of getting out of bed early morning!! Every normal human being must have felt it at some moment or the other.

It has been like this for the past 4 years. Hostel life is all about night life, everything happens under the cover of darkness. The power of BLACK brings out the actual person within.

As I woke up today (Monday, 8:50 am) I was totally hapless. My body was paining, red shot burning eyes, headache (I was'nt drinking last night, just 4-5 games of volleyball followed by a traditional visit to the canteen) .... and still I had to get up and go to class. And on top of it, had to sit in the second row as all the back benches were filled before I reached.

And there I wrote another poem,describing that moment when the alarm clock jolts you out of your wonderland.

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The Alarm

The light spreads out,
chasing the darkness away,
Birds chirping all around,
embracing the new day,

Cozy in my bed,
cherishing my wild dreams,
As I forget my dread,
Kept alongside my alarm screams,

Jolted out of my wonderland,
my world comes crashing down,
Numbness in my legs and hand,
Consciousness begins to drown,

But the clock keeps screaming,
Loud and wide,
Slowly the reality sinks in,
Demeaning my pride,

Classroom beckons,I've got to attend,
My voyages in dreamland come to an end,

With a heavy head and a sour heart
I droll out of my bed,
Joyous feelings escape to the dark,
The soul fills with dread,

The screeching sound is unbearable now,
Wish I could change this world somehow,


But this is the mark of my laziness,
This is how I belong,
This world thrives on crazyness,
And my odyssey will carry on.


QUOTE :::

We owe a lot to the Indians, who taught us how to count, without which no worthwhile scientific discovery could have been made.

Albert Einstein.

The phoenix

There are so many people in this world who are unhappy. And the main problem is that they dont know the cause of this unhappiness.Everything around just seems to fall apart.Each new step becomes another mistake. Friends move further away. Conflicts within decay the spirit.I see so many such lives around me,who are merely alive because they are'nt dead.

And this got me thinking. And the thoughts translated into what is written below.

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The phoenix

There have been instances
People devoid of senses
Barricaded within iron fences
Worn down by offences

Horizons fade away,endless,brittle
Inertia takes over,roads disappear
The sparkle and glitter,all frittle
Pierces our heart a morgul spear

And in the lives,silence creeps
Somewhere in grief a widow weeps
In our hearts, darkness seeps
somehow we forget our greatest leeps

How can we let down our guard
Why simplest of things now seem so hard
Looms large the menace of credit card
We need to try, we need to try hard

For the phoenix will rise from its ash
A fiery globe, a distant flash
Our faiths and beliefs may clash
But finally, this gloominess will crash
This gloominess will crash
It'll have to crash

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Live for the love of life; Not for the fear of death.

Use your grey cells B4 they turn white

I often brood on things. Sometimes for insanely long stretch of time.Dont know whether it is good or bad.It does take a lot of my time. I've acquired notorious titles from my friends like "The invincible planner" or "Systematic Kutta". But it has helped me draw a clear picture of the most important aspects of my life. My process of thinking
is now highly channelised and produces very good results in a very short time. And documenting it marks the icing on the cake.In fact, I believe you reach the heights of your actual self-introspection when you are able to write down your thoughs pin-point on a piece of paper.

And its benefits go a long way. You will ALWAYS have a productive argument or discussion. You might not always come on top,but you wont waste time rambling over some arbitrary notion. You'll immediately know when is the discussion going off track, whether the other person is wrong or you are wrong.The objectivity of your conversation increases.

So I urge all of you to think. And start to pen down your thoughts. It could be on a blog or your personal diary, or any arbitrary piece of paper for that matter which you might preserve or destroy.

You'll immediately see the difference once you do it 3 or 4 times. At the beginning, you'll marvel at your incompetence to express yourself,especially in english (not being our mother tongue).This habit has made me realise how to streamline the thought process and also, the importance of vocabulary.


QUOTE :

Google's done a super job on search. Apple's done a great job on the iPod. We're a company that's brave enough to say that we'll keep those categories very competetive and see what we can do to come up with something that is even better in the years ahead.

Microsoft chairman BILL GATES , in TIME magazine.

Back to college

Sitting in here, whistling "Winds of change" to myself.
There is nothing that comes near the feeling. Nothing.
Aaaah ......... it hurts so beautifully.
Returned home just now. Yeah, this does feel like home.Its 3:30 am, and as expected, half of the college is awake. More so because of Maddu farewell party, and almost everyone is OUT.
Good to sit at my PC again. Missed it dearly when I was home. PC, Internet, Alcohol, Night Outs,Muzic...gotta feel home, is'nt it?

I was feeling so weary just half an hour ago in train, and now I feel like being reborn. The vibe caught me even as I was stepping into the hostel.
Exotic.
I bet no spa could have rejuvinated me better than this.
Had a couple of pegs, and I feel better already. Everyone's chilling.

It’s good to hear Rock n roll again.
Wow ... simply wow.

Gotta go out and join the party now. There's so much to share ....this trip has given me a hell lot of time to think (24 x 2 = 48 hours in train, in the scorching April heat)

So goodbye for now