stop worrying

So here comes the TESTing time.Got my first class test tommorow .The course is called”Real Time Systems”.I hardly attended any of the classes and didn’t know the test was coming up.Now thats what I call getting to know about the test in “Real Time”.I guess I just have enough time to make a Real effort at taking the test in a PREPARED state.

*****

I bought an ashtray yesterday and wrote this on it“STOP WORRYING,START SMOKING !!!”
Some people are gonna kill me for this.

stop worrying

So here comes the TESTing time.Got my first class test tommorow .The course is called”Real Time Systems”.I hardly attended any of the classes and didn’t know the test was coming up.Now thats what I call getting to know about the test in “Real Time”.I guess I just have enough time to make a Real effort at taking the test in a PREPARED state.

*****

I bought an ashtray yesterday and wrote this on it“STOP WORRYING,START SMOKING !!!”
Some people are gonna kill me for this.

an embittered post

You never realize how much you love someone until you have to let go of her.Gets tough really.And life throws these surprises at you that throw you off gear.Its like life was waiting for an opportunity to strike a blow and it struck where it hurts the most,as if its having the last laugh.Suddenly from out of the blue ,shoots you right at the face ,doesn’t even give you the time to react,cripples all reflexes ,all moves.I wish I could freeze this moment in a dew drop , hold these butterflies of misery,but they fly away,the drops melt away . Grudges , complaints , just empty moments that fill the day,the vast vaccuum,weak moments ,fits of depression,restlessness .
I just wish I could dump Life ,make you realize how it feels. Don’t throw chocolates at me tomorrow,I know your moves now,your allures,a vampire that you are ,you’ll suck my soul away.

Please don’t happen to me tommorow.

an embittered post

You never realize how much you love someone until you have to let go of her.Gets tough really.And life throws these surprises at you that throw you off gear.Its like life was waiting for an opportunity to strike a blow and it struck where it hurts the most,as if its having the last laugh.Suddenly from out of the blue ,shoots you right at the face ,doesn’t even give you the time to react,cripples all reflexes ,all moves.I wish I could freeze this moment in a dew drop , hold these butterflies of misery,but they fly away,the drops melt away . Grudges , complaints , just empty moments that fill the day,the vast vaccuum,weak moments ,fits of depression,restlessness .
I just wish I could dump Life ,make you realize how it feels. Don’t throw chocolates at me tomorrow,I know your moves now,your allures,a vampire that you are ,you’ll suck my soul away.

Please don’t happen to me tommorow.

lemme taste life

Get me a drink
Lemme taste fire and ice together
Lesse whether fire burns the ice
Or ice kills the fire.
Love ,pain,desire
Which one’s ice ,which one’s fire?
Lemme taste LIFE
Lemme drink this painful satire.

lemme taste life

Get me a drink
Lemme taste fire and ice together
Lesse whether fire burns the ice
Or ice kills the fire.
Love ,pain,desire
Which one’s ice ,which one’s fire?
Lemme taste LIFE
Lemme drink this painful satire.

Nostalgia

Its strange how things keep happening to you and you keep on moving.Events,places ,people,silly little insignificant events cling on while others that may have been drastic and rather important fade away . Solitude , sometimes introspection brings all that back in a flash and a fickle, sudden burning desire to relive those moments engulfs you and you wish the time machine was a reality ,not just a mere writer’s imagination.

The spring fest brought back a few moments.Friends are forever ,be it the small little classroom of a school in an obscure little town or the mess top of Azad here at Kgp enjoying that drink together that night.Nostalgia ..ah the word,the glory.Reliving those little moments,insignificant maybe but still gives you the goosebumps ,and I wonder how far we have moved since those days in school ,those heavy back packs ,those carefully prepared tiffin boxes that mummy made for you early morning,interfering teachers,silly girls.I just wonder what our vice principal’s reactions would be at the cigarettes that burned so proudly in our fingertips .Blood is thicker than water they say,maybe friendship is thicker still and we’ll be ever proud of the years we spent together trying to become men out of boys and the bondings formed will stay forever ,come what may.

I’ll count my blessings tonight , look up and thank him for everything.

Nostalgia

Its strange how things keep happening to you and you keep on moving.Events,places ,people,silly little insignificant events cling on while others that may have been drastic and rather important fade away . Solitude , sometimes introspection brings all that back in a flash and a fickle, sudden burning desire to relive those moments engulfs you and you wish the time machine was a reality ,not just a mere writer’s imagination.

The spring fest brought back a few moments.Friends are forever ,be it the small little classroom of a school in an obscure little town or the mess top of Azad here at Kgp enjoying that drink together that night.Nostalgia ..ah the word,the glory.Reliving those little moments,insignificant maybe but still gives you the goosebumps ,and I wonder how far we have moved since those days in school ,those heavy back packs ,those carefully prepared tiffin boxes that mummy made for you early morning,interfering teachers,silly girls.I just wonder what our vice principal’s reactions would be at the cigarettes that burned so proudly in our fingertips .Blood is thicker than water they say,maybe friendship is thicker still and we’ll be ever proud of the years we spent together trying to become men out of boys and the bondings formed will stay forever ,come what may.

I’ll count my blessings tonight , look up and thank him for everything.

I am single,free and happy

All forlorn,lost,dejected,rejected souls say this to yourself and see how it feels.Right at the top of the world.

Sometimes it gets lonely at the top,doesn’t it?

I am single,free and happy

All forlorn,lost,dejected,rejected souls say this to yourself and see how it feels.Right at the top of the world.

Sometimes it gets lonely at the top,doesn’t it?