I Hope - 1

I hope Sachin Tendulkar retires from cricket at the age of 99.

I hope Albert Einstein takes a rebirth.

I hope Marta Kauffman and David Crane come back with Friends Season 11.

I hope Pink Floyd listen to Emotional Attyachar.

I hope Cyberia 2009 is a huge success.

I hope free messaging is back again.

I hope I stand next to a smoking Prasad S I in hostel again.

I hope Heath Ledger is in heaven.

I hope scientists invent a Time Machine before I die.

I hope a UFO lands in HSR layout to make things interesting.

I hope A R Rahman wins an Oscar this year, every year.

I hope NASA is headquartered at SriHarikota one day.

I hope Anurag Kashyap does to Gulaal what GuruDutt did to Pyaasa.

I hope Chinnappa gets me some good beer from Germany.

I hope I breathe my last in SJCE campus.

I hope Prabhakar gets into a good B school.

I hope every love story ends the way it is supposed to.

I hope Vikas G P dates Chitrangada Singh one day.

I hope Nestle saves my time by manufacturing a 1 minute Maggi pack.

I hope there are more dialogues in our movies like "Iss mulk ne har shaks ko jo kaam tha sounpa uss shaks ne uss kaam ki maachis jala ke choD di"

It was raining that evening.

All the road I could see was wet.
Yet, a million drops fell.

I am desperate, I am being choked to death.
But hey, I have something to tell.

I wear a tattoo, a green coloured one.
Which obviously reads "Till I am dead, I am undone!!"
Isaac Newton, Albert Einstein, I was waiting for that glorious call,
But as the Floyds sang, " All in all you are just another brick in the wall".

We were sitting in a circle,we were like the Americans.
We ate bread, we drank coke, we spoke about the Pelicans.
I saw a frog dancing, I saw a lover crying,
I saw Joey lying, I saw myself smiling.

I go there, don't ask me where.
I just see my friends there, I just saw a friend there.
I shine there, I cry there and look, even my words rhyme there.

I want this life again, I want these friends again.
But here he comes, here he kills, but hey whats his name?
I was desperate, I am choked to death.
But hey, I had something to tell.

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may be

today i have nothing to write about. i thought a lot about this. i usually come up with some submerged feeling of mine, spice it up a little, add incidents from my past and make it seem true.but today i have nothing to write about.though in the past couple of weeks i have thought a lot about a lot of things which include cricket, relationships, fears, racism, take overs, pink floyd etc etc.most of my writings have one or the other dates associated with them but today i don't have anything to write because i don't remember anything.

i am 23 now which is odd and prime and i feel no different.after all this you might ask me why do i continue writing i would say i don't know but i continue writing.

i just saw a small ant moving on my white floors. it looked in all possible directions for a move ahead. it found nothing. only infinite space around it. i don't know what it was thinking then, may be it was in a state of fear.i killed it. its just a small tiny ant which we keep killing. but you can call me what you want to.

i was never like this before. i never will be like this after i finish writing this piece of nonsense.i have changed for sure.i have been reading a lot in the recent past which is making me think a lot.this is weird. let me finish here.
i am feeling really really weird.

bye

Closed Doors

I am writing about this again. I have written about it in all my blogs. I continue writing about this for a reason which I think I don't know.

Coffee's, tea's, the falling raindrops, the closed doors, the playing piano, the glowing lights just remind me of one thing. Its not gonna come back. I try so hard to recollect what I expected but I think the impact has been so strong that I have forgotten them. The old woman used to tell me "It will be the way it should be". She was so true. I never believed in her. I always spoke against her.

Now I am sitting in this dimly lit room, my legs folded , my face down. The door of this room is now open. Everything outside the room is closed and moving. Its going ahead. Once upon a time all the doors used to be always open. I was free. I was a daily there. I knew every bit of dust there.Now everything is new. Hmmm....

I experienced it yesterday.. I experienced it today.

I will experience it tomorrow.

An Assasin

I had to be an assasin.

Dipped in the red colour of a rose I had seen years ago,
there was only one way I could do it.

I searched for that little boy I had lost in the woods of wonder.
Little he knew of the world around.
Everybody knew him,the wind,the trees,the rain and their shadows.
Far away he could see the water flowing quietly.
Sitting on top of that rock he knew that if he had to be happy he had to be him,forever.

But there was only one way I could do it.

Covered in the arms of his father,
He fought the strongest of the winds.
Tears dint find a place in his eyes.
He was breathing innocence.

But there was only one way I could do it.

It was a dark cold night.
The stars were all out, to witness the end.
I had to do it, I had to "change".
He cried, he was still breathing innocence.

I had a thought, I buried it.
I had happiness, I buried it.
I had a dream, I buried it.
I had a life, I buried it deep.

I searched for that little boy I had lost in the woods of wonder.
I never got him again.

The Comeback - One

It was more than a month ago when I landed here in Bangalore. The city wasn't alien to me. I had come here before but till now i 'unbelonged' here. That day was a different day.

I had big boxes and a couple of bags with me.It wasn't easy to take them to my house. I was tired. But boxes weren't the only things that made me tired and weak. In fact, their stake was small, very very small.

13/07/2007, Friday

Place: They call it the Main Gate of SJCE,Mysore
Time: 11 30 PM

I was sitting pretty behind a black activa which was running at a moderate speed. As soon as I entered my college I felt weird. Yes weird. Thats the right word. I started hiding myself from every possible thing around me. I could see the empty basketball with ghosts of eight people who apparently couldn't talk to each other sitting on its floor. They just couldn't. They seemed the same eight characters, the dude, the genius, the babe, the other babe, the stocks guy, the kid,me and our Shannon Theorem guy.

I got scared.I told you I felt really weird.

I went to the hostel. Bang!! It was a graveyard.

My story with the corporate world has begun. Its an old story. Same expected twists. And some new unexpected upsetters.I think I will survive.I think.

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