Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Monday, May 23, 2005


Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same
Will it make it easier on you
Now you got someone to blame

You say
One love
One life
When it’s one need
In the night
It’s one love
We get to share it
It leaves you baby
If you don’t care for it

Did I disappoint you?
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without

Well it’s too late
Tonight
To drag tha past out
Into the light
We’re one
But we’re not the same
We get to carry each other
Carry each other
One

Have you come here for forgiveness
Have you come tor raise the dead
Havew you come here to play jesus
To the lepers in your head
Did I ask too much
More than a lot
You gave me nothing
Now it’s all I got
We’re one
But we’re not the same
We hurt each other
Then we do it again

You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can’t be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt

One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should

One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers

One life
But we’re not the same
We get to carry each other
Carry each other

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Friday, May 20, 2005

The Wonder Years contd.. Engineering!

My engineering years were kinda weird. In the first year, all the profs thought me n my other two friends sat on the first benches cause we preferred to. What they didn’t realize was we never sat on the first benches for profs who would close the doors. The neighboring class had a bunch of pretty girls sitting on the first bench. Hadn’t completely come out of my crazy age till then. I remember picking up a fight with a senior because he came to sell his books to us and I replied coldly while eating Mummy ghar pe nahi hai baadme aana.

In my second year, the first two weeks of class were bunked and I was with my friends of the first year. You see we were grouped name wise in first year n then according to the branch the year after. So the third week of the class when I enter, I heard a couple of people talking bout me. It figures I was the top scorer of the class for the first year. All my life I wanted that and when I got that I avoided it. I laid low in all my classes, in fact bunked almost all which weren’t strict with attendance and those with attendance had me sitting in a place where no prof would look or expect any trouble or answers from.

Made a few friends in my branch class. Stuck to the few. Helped them in assignments got help from them. In fact by third and final year me n jc worked as a team he would get assignments n experiments 1234 n I would get 5678 id finish mine he, his, and then the exchange between us and so on. This was so great. In second year for some reasons I didn’t fare well. Well the subjects were a bit tough, the papers difficult, no proper direction, no notes and last I thought Id do it easily, yeah I get a lot of scoff from ma for that even now. But that’s that.

I know I must’ve said this like a 1000 times but its true all my mechanical classmates thought so and so did my profs. One of the profs comes up and speaks. You were never a part of mechanical all 4 years. I say yeah and lay low again.
There’s one more reason why I laid low in class. In my second year a bunch of crazy friends decided that the opinion poll thing was really safe and that we should complain about the profs who took classes outside. Guess what happened? Those opinion polls were removed from the poll and the handwriting compared with all the journals that had been submitted. This just knocked me out. I was so definitely sure I was going to flunk the exams. For some reasons those same crazy ass friends were found in that same professors class in the year that followed. I couldn’t and I didn’t want to do that. So I just laid low until the professor came to teach us again in final year. Was my nightmare year again. But thinking that the story had been two years back and that life would be fine I breezed through 4th year out in the crazy world.

Monday, May 16, 2005

hhhhhoomer

long time back me n my roommates didnt have a TV.I brought home a poster of the various stages in the life of HOMER SIMPSON.I was scoffed at. Was ridiculed at. And was even asked to put it up at a place where no one else will see it.
Then we got a TV. Evenings were spent watching TV. Simpsons was a regular between that 70 s show and friends.
Yesterday the same roomie of mine croons just like marge "hhhhhoooomer!!!"
I have simpsonized one ! And I will continue my good work!

Sunday, May 15, 2005

I think Im free

With the paper done. The mail sent. And hopefully a GPA boost. I think Im done.

and oasis sings lyla !

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

tendencies

weird isnt it???
the grass is always greener on the other side ...
for everyone on this earth .. what he has .. is not important .. but what he sees others having .. is important.
Not that since I am realizing this eternal truth Im different.
the need to experience what others have or are experiencing.
the desire to have what others have or are in possession
the urge to do what others have done or are doing.
the temptations the indulgence... sigh...contention is what no one desires because no one else has it.
Contention is not an achievable state.

Id still like to order what the gentleman on the other table has... please. Thank you.

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Wake up from dreams to live a nightmare.

I was dreaming
Reality came in the form of a wake up call at 6:12

End of day: I get in my bed and feel Deja vu. I so wanted the whole day to be just a nightmare.

"All the best for your future." is there anything wrong in this statement? Why dont people let me say it?
Apparently there is something wrong with it.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Up ye Maiden !

Today I found my old Iron Maiden CD.

Thought Id never be going back to this.

Beautiful Day

Lifes a bitch !
Loves a luxury !
and just when I want to forget it !
U2 plays .. its a beautiful day !

Im free today. are you?

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