Its Celebration time.

The earth moves in circles.

At one point in the circumference, at a particular time, the inhabitants freak out and enjoy , happy that they have been alive to see one more circumference being completed. These inhabitants that I have mentioned are products of deranged imagination. But they think otherwise, they think they 'exist'. They are not happy with merely existing. Their time-period or life is based purely on another product of deranged imagination called Gold. Its this piece of thing that pushes them into deepest and most complex emotions. They know that the only solution to being happy is to be sad. So they perfectly and ingeniously keep a proper balance between these two basic emotions.

In order for that, they plunge into deep sorrow for 364 days or 365 if its a leap year. They celebrate the next day as though there is never going to be another "next day". 365 days before this exact moment, there was a boy. Don't worry, He is still alive. This boy, you see, had been sneaking on his brothers website http://franticblogger.blogspot.com/ . And he thought "Why not! If he can, why can't I". And that made a helluva lot of difference to the world and its fortunes and destiny. The boy saw the sun going down and up and down and up and down until he found himself sitting at the point where he was sitting a circumference ago.The boy hasn't changed a wee bit except for that he measures a little more in breadth (in metres).

They say that boy is in the middle of a crucial period in his time-period or, rather, life. The boy thinks otherwise. It is this difference in ideologies that makes his Maths teacher to pluck out his ear from his head (as if it would make a lotta difference). To save you from nailbiting suspense, the boy is me. [Yeah! i did mean it ironically. (Had to mention that) ]

Celebrating one year in the blogs...thanks to my mother.

A long-known truth

If in this haven of earth
was left but one piece for me
Saved from human mirth,
far from those toxic crowds
away from the diseasing fumes -
which they call exotic perfumes
I would cherish to live and be alive

Me and My perception system!

I can see patterns in the everything. Whether it be the headlights flashing on the thundering showers in the darkest of nights or in my own reflection which seems to differ every miniscule of a second.

I feel as though I have been cheated. I am the lone being alive in this world. Secluded from thoughts of other humans, safe in comfortability of the system of perception I have constructed. I can look at this monitor in the way that only I can. I can take this music in the way only I can. I live the way only I can.

Every move I make seems to be impulsive but I am being cheated. I have no choices because it all comes to the same end. A dull insipid non-living piece of ground . What is the point of surviving if we know where it is eventually going to culminate into.

We are slaves to the emotional patterns that rule our brain. Just take out the emotional quotient, then we are no longer humans. With the emotional quotient, we are but slaves. What is freedom?

We live for gaining cheap emotional happiness. I don't know why everytime I sleep I see pictures of myself drowning, wailing for one last grasp of breath, hoping someone will pull me out ....out into the blinding sunlight. We are all alone here. One for one, all for themselves. I can feel their breaths one my shoulders but I don't know if its true, they can even see my eyelids twitching but they don't see I am afraid.

What have I gained here? What have I lost? I will lose myself in the spurls of time never to return to these unworthy thoughts. There is no point pushing for the answer because harder I try to, the easier it slips out of my grasp.

On the other side, if I don't question myself and go on living, I am happy. I don't worry about anything. I always win over my petty feelings. I lose myself in the victories of imaginary challenges.I am an ignorant, corrupt, careless, untrustworthy person as far as I am concerned. I don't see the point in changing myself. I don't see any point in getting good marks for Physics. But I know I have to get it otherwise my perception system will change. We resist change....it is involuntary. I have a head for myself now and a world presenting wide range of experiences. It is the craving to get the best quality of experiences that makes us push on. Quality is the emotion that makes us the most comefortable in our perception change.

We are always curious. Curiousity can't be resisted. When there is someone that you haven't talked to and you believe that you will get the best *quality* experience on talking with the subject, you crave to speak to it. But, as you are nervous to talk or because you know that talking will result in an emotion that you aren't accustomed and you want it badly, you aren't able to do it . ;)

No no....I was truthful.

Watch the Intoxicated and stimulated thoughts flee

into a lad who has let perpetual realism behind him.

I let myself become lost inside the thoughts of mine

I cannot take this anymore, saying everything I said before

All these words make no sense, just like before

I have found that the answers aren't clear

I wish I could find a way to disappear

With my cold feet on the floor,

Pretending to be what I am not anymore

Confidence in me has pulled itself out of me

Against my will, I sit by my own reflection

Its haunting, distracting, reacting,

I am losing myself in the swirls of time

I want to know the truth,

I want to know the answers,

Why I never walked away? Why I let myself be this way?

There is nothing called multi-faceted

coz there is nothing called uni-faceted.













This is dedicated to the people who don't exist

In the midst of a flu

Time moves on. I sit here. My mates are in those 15*20 m rooms drawing ugly figures across their neat notebooks. Most of the things that we study in Maths don't make sense. I mean who needs to construct tangents once they are outta the school.What is the computer for if it can't draw those quadrilaterals and triangles. Most of the things they teach us over there are useless. Therez a chapter in our history text which contains about 200 odd names of books and their authors. As Scrooge, correctly, puts it "Bah! Humbug"

The tenth is almost over. Oh boy! didn't I enjoy this year! The only sorta disappointing part was our class. There was no sorta interaction between the two sexes which vexes me. But on the whole, it was one hell of a year. Academics went just fine, the general ambience was good, teachers fine................but I can't find out whats been so exceptional about this year. I didn't study one bit about anything this year. I lazed off the whole academic year. this is the first year that my parents started asking me to study....and it was rather embarassing at first to hear them asking me to study.
I know, and they know, that I study only the day before the exams. Thats only when you feel the tension. If you have already mugged up everything, then where is the challenge?
With the packing off of my bro to Mysore, he became Infy's headache. And it also meant that I became the King of The PC. Yeah! I miss him...but more than him I miss Santosh chettan, becoz I aint getting any new game cds.
For a good part of the year, father wasn't with us. So I used to sleep beside my mother. And this is how a perfectly normal working day started :
The previous night I would have put the alarm for 4 am.
It rings
I get up
Go out of bedroom
Put lights on the study room
Go to the other bedroom
Put alarm for 6 am
Go to sleep
It rings
I get up
Put off the lights of study room
Go back and sleep soundly beside my mother for another hour.
Well, another sad part about this year was that I had lost contact with a few fr8nds. Jason..boy! didn't he leave a large hole in my life.
There has been the required amount of conspiracies and controversies. Though involved indirectly in most of em, I came off with hands clean. The hormones went strong among most of my mates. I really did feel guilty of changing the priorities in my friends' lives. I didn't know I could influence their lives so much. Their studies suffer as a result.
There were no matches at MCG this year...coz you know "its 10TH". Most of the gals in our class are bookworms.
I hate bookworms.

Frankly, its not yet time to retrospect abt this year becoz the tenth (officially) wouldn't end by March 2007.
But I believe, I would be in no mood to blog and brood at that time.
hmm...

The Born Fighter

‘In a single day he can provoke exasperation, infuriation and congratulations…[Sourav] is a mixture of dashing cricketer, disdainful aristocrat, protesting youth, charming socialiser, glorious leader and fierce competitor.’
-- Peter Roebuck

An Ode to Mr. Life / Pretty much life / Pretty much a Lie too/ WIki Disappoints

Therz something called life
Some say, it starts with the wife
Nah! blast those crap. Anyway, Whats it ?
I know, I ain't de first to have dis lit
Each narrows de concept as he sees fit
They always say "Its your life"
I say "I know, I know, its my own strife"

Life is someone with many masks
you unwrap one, only to find more tasks
Ney! why be curious? let it go
Let life want to do what it wants to
If we lose we still have the magic word "fate"
You can be guarenteed pity, howver late

Gotta listen to me, Mr Life
I still have got the knife
I may just end it for fun
Just to see what's beyond you
None can dream of a sue
Becoz its my life and I rule
Don't think I am just a fool
And that you will win the race
Come to me, reveal your face
And you will find me the victor
No, You wont be my dictator
But, What are you ?
U know, wiki isn't always true
" The state that precedes death and follows birth or conception."
Oh! Danx a lot.