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Describe Reality -
Electric imulses that make you feel at home

Describe Sanity -
Mental condition perceived by a 3rd person as to being well within the imaginary line constructed on the basis of previous experiences and ...wateva that is inside one's head.

Describe Illusion -
Electric impulses that tell us that this is not real. But we dont know if that isn't real. For an illusionist, the thing that we call as reality is an illusion perhaps. Who cares anyway?

Describe Time -
Something that defies description

Universe is simply not true. There should be no concept such as a 'Universe'.
The BigBang theory sucks big time.

Everything is a Mistake. A big Mistake.

If it weren't then the following phenomenon wouldn't occur;

(The below statement is true
The above statement is false)

We are programmed in such a way that we can't cross this bug.
The time we do, the time we succeed. But then it will be replaced by something more sinister , perhaps.
So...What is the point, anyway?
Lets go on rocking..

Before Maths Project.

Who is this 'Govind.v'?
I kept having this feeling its me
But after 'Hitchhker's Guide to Galaxy'
The Question has changed a bit
-"Why Govind.V ?!! shit"
You can take the above line in any sense
But more or less it doesn't make any at all
Ok, look at it this way
"I should never have been born that day
I can't co-exist with others, so better to cease exist"
Or from another point of view
"What is the purpose of me?, I ask you!
Why push this undescribable thinggy into me
A thinggy that goes on telling me, 'I am enigma'
Making my brain a mere stigma"
It would be better if I would just shut up
And go about finishing my homework

It's getting even harder

Tonight,
I am gonna rocka-ba-baby
Forgiving, Forgetting the past
Bite your lips, but never show
Smile, that's the weapon that you've got to blow
I have forgot what I have written down
I feel like throwing that mirror a stone
Spitting image of myself, yet not real
I am not me, only what I steal
From you, you and him
No more games, I reveal who I am
All the pain inside, all the superficiality
Damn! I don't know who you are
I dont care!
My soul's escaping
There's all for the taking
Fame, power, love, hate
fans,home,lust,date
There's only one shot
One moment, one oppurtunity
To capture the dreams
If let it slip?
Never look back, move on
And the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da

Inspiration:Eminem

An Ode to Marshall Mathers III

I just love this guy (as a father)!!.

“It's the greatest feeling in the world to watch your seed grow, to watch a life that you created look at the world with another set of your eyes. It also hurts to know that one day she's going to grow up and be out of the house. But thats what we're here for, to create more life, I guess."

A travel to Edakkal Caves

I was 3500 m above sea level. I couldn't believe I was in such a situation. Looking down gave me creeps. The excitement of trekking was overshadowed by the fear of a fall. I wasn't prepared for this.
I hadn't the slightest notion when I woke up at 7 am in our hotel that I was going to have such an experience. They told me that we were goi to a cave.
I said "Ok, cave is better. Atleast it would be quite intriguing"
Little did I know that this cave would present me my best adventure till date.
I wore my loose jeans and chappals. We reached there at about 9:30. We parked the car. Gave 30 Rs as parking fee. We asked the guide standin nearby where this cave was. He showed us a muddy road as the way to the cave. I didn't see where this road led to. There was a lil confusion as to whether we should walk to the cave or take the private jeep they offered in return for a charge of 70/- per person. We again asked how much distance the cave is from us.
He pointed his finger at about 60 degree angle of elevation.
The jeep took us there. There were only a few other tourists other than us.
It was a remote place. Thick evergreen forests lay in granteur on both sides. There were moist rock-cut steps.
Walking on those steps gave me creeps. Believe me, walking with a snake as your companion is not a good prospect. We reached the intermediate station where they sold lemon juice. I couldn't believe that people could be tired on climbing these steps.
Somebody announced "The next station is in the destination - Edakkal caves"
There were no more steps. Only rocks. But the climb was not steep. We only had to walk. I remember a hole that we had to scrape in through.
After the scrape in, we reached a cave. That was quite magical. It was almost out of a dream.The height of the cave would be about 15-20 metres.There was only a dim light. A small pond lay nearby quite serenly.
We made our way through the cave. We eventually reached the Edakkal caves. Satisfaction throbbed in my heart. After all, the trip to Wayanad wasn't wasted.
























A guide told us the history of the cave. It witnessed inhabitation of the primitive man (2000 BC), the medieval man (1600AD). The wall paintings stood as proofs for these arguments. It was found by some Englishman in 1894. It had been opened to public only since 1991.
"There is a narrow, steep way up......about 1000m... then we will reach the peak of this hill. From there we can see the borders of Kerala, Tamil Nadu and Karnataka. I advise that you dont take small kids if you decide to go up" His voice echoed.
My heart that was getting deflated suddenly became alert.
Leaving our parents behind, me, my bro and our driver made our way up.
The winds became more chilly. Now the climb was not at all easy. We had to choose our own path. The authorities had made small pits for landing our foot. We knew that this wasn't going to be easy. But we were damn excited. With all zest, we climbed up without any fuss. We reached a small plain from where we moved on to the bigger part of the hill. Tourists settled down there with their beers. The place was beautiful. I took in the beauty of those paddy fields that lay in silence miles away from me, the forest that made me realise how far I was from the madding crowd.
We heard someone's echo. Kilometres above me...almost reaching the sky, I saw few foreigners with their backpacks waving down at us.
"Thats where we are heading to? No way!" I said.
Our driver motivated me and there started the real journey.
We had to clutch on to one stone, put our leg on this stone....then clutch on the other one and so on. Then came the rope climbing part. I clutched on to the rope for my dear life. My legs were getting slippery. I made through it. My urinary bladder had enough of the excitement. I let it free. When I looked down...I was a bit sceptic. But the other two already had started to move on.
I remember the rock I slipped on. Who would forget it? Thats when my heart lost confidence. I bent my head in agony. I couldn't move on. My energy was getting depleted. The thought that I still had to make my way back down made my brain to instill doubts regarding my physical condition on reaching back.
Cursing my pants that slipped down from my hips, I caught the hand of our driver and continued on the journey.
We climbed ladders, found our own ways, and finally we rached the 3/4th of the journey.Sheesh! from there I could almost see the world.The rock where I rested was quite narrow and didn't have enough space to guarantee me that I wouldn't fall when I got up. Bro understood my condition and said he wud come up in the tail. Climbing in between them was a comfort. Somehow, I felt more secure. There was this ultimate ladder which led to the peak.Climbing atop that, I let loose a howl.
I was on top of the world. Probably, the youngest ever to climb the hill. I was drenched with sweat. We removed our shirts and sat down on the peak. I didn't have enough of the view from there. If there is anything called peace, it was that. The breeze always kept blowing and there was a slight cloud cover. The blue merged with green at the horizon. I was standing on the border of three beautiful cultures.
After half an hour, we started on the way back. All I did was slide down. I trusted the grip of my jeans. My heart was biting cold..It jumped when I would loose my footing. I could see the landing miles away. The probability that I would slip all the way down existed.
The climb down required more of mental stamina than physical. As I was facing my back against the hill and descending, I felt a slight fear of the height.
Literally, I slipped all the way down and trust me, thats the best way to climb down. My jeans was almost worn out by the time I reached back.
And thats what you call worn-out jeans.

This is what they told me....I laughed of for sometime.

Your Learning Style: Curious and Brilliant

You are a very abstract learner. You can grasp even the most complex theories. You Should Study: Astronomy Biology Chemistry Computer Science Linguistics Mathematics Philosophy Physics Psychology

What Should You Study?

It just about covers everything, I guess.

Fooling myself

Dreams catch me. I drift with it. It is always the easier option. There is no effort. Everything motions according to thy whims and fancies. None to question.
Plunging into deep thoughts becomes painful when you do it on purpose, with the realization that you have got to exercise your mental mass. It becomes easier to fool yourself and others that you are in deep thought by using some word combinations that they are not accustomed to or by using long sentences to describe what you intend to describe.
You try different things as catalysts to speed up your unmeaningful thoughts and turn it meaningful. The common ones include music, paintings, some long-nosed skawky looking guy's 1200 pages book that revolves around the meaninglessness of life (which I currently use as a mouse pad),the trees that seem to be uninterested in moving etc etc.
But eventually you know that you are sitting in front of the monitor without the slightest notion of what you are writing and how much you have conveyed.Then you ask yourself--'what is the point?' Ultimately it comes down to the fact whether someone has misunderstood you to be a very good thinker or whether the guy has actually found out that you have no substance and that you are trying to hide it under the pillows of frankness.
The very good quality that most of the supposed great thinkers possessed is that they could never describe the most of their thoughts via expressions that the common human could understand. I am not accusing them for they have gone too far beyond.I don't know if this going-beyond-thinggy is great because we actually don't know if he has gone forward or backward. And they possibly cannot convey their ideas through some 25 or so tiny figures combined together.
Half an hour later, when I am looking at this, it doesnt make any sense except for that it was something that I wrote to write. Something, that most people are not good at and something that is not conveyed from the deepest core of your heart.

look...hehe..

You Have a Choleric Temperament

You are a person of great enthusiasm - easily excited by many things. Unsatisfied by the ordinary, you are reaching for an epic, extraordinary life. You want the best. The best life. The best love. The best reputation. You posses a sharp and keen intellect. Your mind is your primary weapon. Strong willed, nothing can keep you down. Your energy can break down any wall. You're an instantly passionate person - and this passion gives you an intoxicating power over others. At your worst, you are a narcissist. Full of yourself and even proud of your faults. Stubborn and opinionated, you know what you think is right. End of discussion. A bit of a misanthrope, you often see others as weak, ignorant, and inferior.

What Temperment Are You?

'With regards' to google

Dying hopes in the dawn
Tears that flow with wounded memories
Reflections that remind me of my past
Reflections that warn me about my future

Ashamed of the mighty, and stubborn
What lies ahead I know not, I don't care
In this glum of the paining past

Tomorrow, a word that lives
Ringing through my deaf ears
Trying determinedly to push once more
For glory unfelt, untouched and evergreen.

Seriously Joking

Just move on, please
Why obstruct this flow?
I know you are someone else
Why do you move so slow?
Making my eyes dance in your path
I havent spoken even two full words
But why do you become my life?
Why do you transcend me through eternal bliss?
Answer me in life, not in my dreams
Can't u see? You are interrupting me
Why do you make me think of you?
frustrating me always, heartless creature!
Why do I curse myself when I curse you?
Who is that beside you?
Oh bye then!