Thursday, July 28, 2005

Postcards from India ... for Krysta

The Taj Mahal
Udaipur Lake Palace

Mumbai CostlineLadakh...Northmost part of India

Siachen.... World's highest Battlefield

Kerela Backwaters in southern India

Metro Rail in New Delhi...finally India is coming to terms with the World !!

Traditional Women in West India Market on Dal Lake in Kashmir (North India) A hit film from Indian Filmdom "Bollywood" Kathak...Traditional dance of North India....centuries old My Institute

Kinds of people that they are !!

Surviving on a gasp of air and a heap of glucose..
This little word called LIFE...isnt as little and as trivial as it seems at first sight, thts not bcoz its difficult to understand, but because its difficult to SURVIVE. People killing people around, souls stabbing souls everywhere, insults all around you and all over you, its almost as bad as a bull shitting all over your face. It becomes difficult so many times to explain things to someone, it becomes so difficult at times to justify your actions, and people want justification, they just wont take you to be the way you are. When I say life, I mean the people. Yes the people. All around you, you are interacting with newer and newer breeds of people everyday. And believe me, 90 percent of those would even budge to go out of their own small world. The rest may, but only with a purpose to their actions, as long as their job is dont, they are least bothered of how the world is functioning around them. People continue in so many mis-conceptions about somethings and someone, that I wonder what would happen to their mental state of mind once the reality would flash in front of their two buttons, Will the whole world come down crashing upon their two feet?? Will they go into the depth of the world's deepest well?? Haa!! Its worth wondering.

Saturday, July 23, 2005

A F00king Illusion called LIFE

LIFE, by all means f00ks you out of your bed and why not..its designed absolutely to do just that.
Dont even know how to plan my things around me, its a complete disaster here. No place to even sit comfortably, wherever I go, there sticks a pain on my bumps. Not just theoritically but literally that is what it really is. Today its been six days without having seen a sweet girl around..my goodness its horrible. And then wat sense does it make to find interrest in a new batch?? Temme. But yes finally something to look forward to in this Jungle.
Passing on the tradition, is perhaps the only reason why some things in this world function..like ragging, hmm it EXISTS, very much. Passing on the traditions is the only reason why some people are alive in this world..they WILL not gain anything I know.

No I just got deviated by some things, sorry..but I'm still in search of a reason to survice the cruelty of humans on themselves..the selfish deeds of people and the attitude that so many of them show..the over-smartness and the bragging. And how does it help them to get the sweeter things in life? It may perhaps help them to get a girl friend, but that would hardly matter, cos most of that would still be very hidden from many key people in their world. LIVE LIFE FOR YOURSELF thats the key to survival is what the conclusion is. I dont know..but all this confusion in my mind just runs me out of words. SHIT!!

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Now a Sophomore...but hey wat does it mean?

Yup..in Patel Hall, the tradition lives on.....
Here I am in kgp, very excited abt some things but very apprehensive abt many others. New people, new faces, and old friends (shud I say this???). Lots and lots of new stuff...but more importantly staying in a TRIPLE room (oh my God with just two LAN ports) is gonna be a new, and I dont know wat kind of experience. And then the Orientation and stuff. And the most important thing of all, the Insti is more than a kilometre away from hostel, and its a pain in the a$$ cycling all the way. So thts abt it. Its a new accademic year, time to improve grades if i want something from life, something to look forward to.
I'll surely be writing more, and I'll keep writing.. cos this is wat life is at my end.

Friday, July 08, 2005

Summer Fixation

Drooling o'er the screen and biting my nails hard....time again to blog after a long gap. Almost at the end of this summer break, would be a Sophomore now when I go back to kgp, 'Corollas in the background, corollaries (ragging) in the head'. Wateva that may be...Que sera sera...
Hey but this break was good...not as boring as I had thought, thts cos 'I' kept 'Me' busy.
Highlights....
.Travelling >> 6700km..1900 more to do
.Photoshop
.Relatives
.Friends{
...Ketan + R (gud choice)
...Kru
...Jat (EkChotiSiLoveStory) + PD}
.SMesS
.BullSHIT (Caring for those who never care)
..watelse?? hmmmmm ...well ...forget it !
Seen poverty, have you? I'm not speakin of financial poverty, I'm talkin of poverty of heart, poverty of feelings, and poverty of selflessness. Its bad, its depressing. Peoples' attitudes are soooooo DAMN B.A.D. !! And they can be really mean even if you always showed them a Gud. Why do people think they are too smart when they really are just a piece of S^H^I^T >> havent their parents told them..."What you sow, so shall you reap"? If not, they better learn it fast. All this cos there are so many who are so much much much better than those self-ASS-umed Smarties, and have no air around themselves. Sometimes I feel that I'm better off alone than with such a fence of friends who would neither grow nor let grow. Its the kind of people who dont know why they ARE and wat for, and wat they want from themselves, so why *@$^$@* them? THWThem.
Sometimes I just stood at the stage, waiting for the bus, and 'there she WENT...', the simple lookin mademoiselle that I always hope to walk arms in with, but then you know my fate, dont you? Its taught me this lesson in life.. THE EFFECT OF RUNNING AFTER SOMEONE (not something...mind it) IS EQUIVALENT TO IT RUNNING AWAY FROM YOU !! And this ever true poem ..how can I forget this: "For want of the horse the saddle was lost, for want of the saddle the rider was lost....."
Once again I dont want to reach that stage in life where I would feel that 'the higher grapes are sour', but I know that I would NOT reach that particular conclusion, though I am hopeful and still keeping my fingers crossed with a grim face :(.
CYA in KGP.