The gun shot a hole through the night.
The stars cried at the waste and the violence of it all.
Didn’t you know?
The world is full of hate.
There isn't any reason for it.
It happens all over again.
See the kites fly on a white background.
The planet is divided.
A world lost somewhere in time.
See the rainclouds gather in close.
Faces, images, names, memories all blur.
Three years have passed since my universe bled.
There's words and names I can only say in my head.
It happens to be Mark Twain’s birthday. Apparently there is nothing that cannot happen today. Happy Birthday to you.
PS- Yes, I still whine- a LOT. And okay, a funny post the next time.
30 November 2011
16 March 2011
Sickle Moon
Witches, trolls, goblins and faeries danced in ritualistic movement around a fire as dragons looked on. The flames were outlined against the starry night sky and wisps of smoke escaped into the air. As fleet- footed elves hurried into the clearing, the bugle blast of Dawn could be heard on the horizon. Summer had begun.
Persephone would soon come back to middle- earth. Demeter was beside herself with joy. Flowers were blooming. Birds were chirping. All the other things normally associated with a much awaited happy ending were afoot. Messengers had been sent to all the kingdoms. There was to be a ball. Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, Rapunzel and every other princess of yore, now all matronly queens in their own right smiled.
Yet, deep down in the very pits of Tartarus, Hades was fuming. First, he was banished from the Olympus all because he had tried to (very cleverly he might add- if only that big oaf Ares hadn’t opened his mouth) steal centaur technology. How was he supposed to know that the damn geniuses would build an encryption that even THEY couldn’t break? Weren’t all maniac hackers/ programmers supposed to leave at least one back door open for a re-entry?
Anyway to punish him for his (“so-called”) transgressions, the Council had first chained him to the rocks to be picked apart by vultures-that was back when he was in his titan avatar, Prometheus. When that wasn’t enough, they had banished him from upper and middle earth altogether to guard over the souls of the damned! He gave a hollow laugh.
The last few millenniums had seen increase in the hostilities. When he had captured the girl, (my- what a new-fangled name she had!) direct negations had been opened with headquarters up above. Lineage and family was all in its place, but honestly all these joint family and weird relations who kept popping up on his screen just gave him a headache.
Of course, the wrath of his bigger and betters (ha-ha) in Olympus was not contained that easily. Poseidon had let loose his fury in a spectacular display of nature that had all but wiped out a nation of the middle-earth. How fragile these humans were! Running about trying to explain everything through their “gawd-help-us-it’s-the-end-of-the-world” theories. Nostradamus had been the worst among them.
Anyway, the girl had escaped. She had guts; he had to give her that. Of course, he had sent Cerberus after her, but how many roads can a three-headed dog take, especially when the middle head is whiny and mean?
On middle earth, a kid collapsed as Hades moodily snuffed out his soul. The MMORPG that he was wired in to, suddenly went haywire, giving rise to more fatalistic theories.
The coin flipped. The butterfly flapped its wings. The proponents of the chaos theory watched astounded (well they were dead technically, but still, ghosts you know) as with a single dice roll the Gods changed the path of history. For they were playing for high odds. And they were not averse to cheating. The only question was, who would win?
PS: This is how I perceive and make sense of the world around me. If you read between the lines, look a little deeply, you will find that a little of what happening around the globe (especially in my country) is reflected in the story. Call it an allegory if you will.
PPS: I hasten to add I am an atheist, yet mythology in every form (especially Greek) has always fascinated me.
Persephone would soon come back to middle- earth. Demeter was beside herself with joy. Flowers were blooming. Birds were chirping. All the other things normally associated with a much awaited happy ending were afoot. Messengers had been sent to all the kingdoms. There was to be a ball. Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, Rapunzel and every other princess of yore, now all matronly queens in their own right smiled.
Yet, deep down in the very pits of Tartarus, Hades was fuming. First, he was banished from the Olympus all because he had tried to (very cleverly he might add- if only that big oaf Ares hadn’t opened his mouth) steal centaur technology. How was he supposed to know that the damn geniuses would build an encryption that even THEY couldn’t break? Weren’t all maniac hackers/ programmers supposed to leave at least one back door open for a re-entry?
Anyway to punish him for his (“so-called”) transgressions, the Council had first chained him to the rocks to be picked apart by vultures-that was back when he was in his titan avatar, Prometheus. When that wasn’t enough, they had banished him from upper and middle earth altogether to guard over the souls of the damned! He gave a hollow laugh.
The last few millenniums had seen increase in the hostilities. When he had captured the girl, (my- what a new-fangled name she had!) direct negations had been opened with headquarters up above. Lineage and family was all in its place, but honestly all these joint family and weird relations who kept popping up on his screen just gave him a headache.
Of course, the wrath of his bigger and betters (ha-ha) in Olympus was not contained that easily. Poseidon had let loose his fury in a spectacular display of nature that had all but wiped out a nation of the middle-earth. How fragile these humans were! Running about trying to explain everything through their “gawd-help-us-it’s-the-end-of-the-world” theories. Nostradamus had been the worst among them.
Anyway, the girl had escaped. She had guts; he had to give her that. Of course, he had sent Cerberus after her, but how many roads can a three-headed dog take, especially when the middle head is whiny and mean?
On middle earth, a kid collapsed as Hades moodily snuffed out his soul. The MMORPG that he was wired in to, suddenly went haywire, giving rise to more fatalistic theories.
The coin flipped. The butterfly flapped its wings. The proponents of the chaos theory watched astounded (well they were dead technically, but still, ghosts you know) as with a single dice roll the Gods changed the path of history. For they were playing for high odds. And they were not averse to cheating. The only question was, who would win?
PS: This is how I perceive and make sense of the world around me. If you read between the lines, look a little deeply, you will find that a little of what happening around the globe (especially in my country) is reflected in the story. Call it an allegory if you will.
PPS: I hasten to add I am an atheist, yet mythology in every form (especially Greek) has always fascinated me.
14 March 2011
Of Storms And Summer
Time is running out.
I don’t want to be little again. But at the same time I do. I want to be me like I was then, and me as I am now, and me like I’ll be in the future. I want to be crazy as the moon, wild as the wind and still as the earth. I want to be every single thing it’s possible to be. I’m living but I haven’t started living yet. Sometimes I simply disappear from myself. Sometimes it’s like I’m not here in the world at all and I simply don’t exist. Sometimes I can hardly think. My head just drifts and the visions that come seem so vivid.
Yesterday I sat back and observed and reflected and then plummeted. In the end I ran away. I plugged in headphones and let go.
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. What will I do when the ghosts come back to haunt me?
Life is pretty hectic here at the moment. Project submission dates draw increasingly nearer. CLAT beckons invitingly (or not- it is a bit difficult to decide objectively at the moment).
I miss my Kate Thompson books. In fact I miss my books, period. Does everyone go through this period of uncertainty in their lives? Sometimes we think we should be able to know everything. But we can't. We have to allow ourselves to see what there is to see, and we have to imagine.
My imagination is what got me into this mess in the first place though.
"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."-[The Great Gatsby]
Sleep weighs down heavily on my eyelids.
I don’t want to be little again. But at the same time I do. I want to be me like I was then, and me as I am now, and me like I’ll be in the future. I want to be crazy as the moon, wild as the wind and still as the earth. I want to be every single thing it’s possible to be. I’m living but I haven’t started living yet. Sometimes I simply disappear from myself. Sometimes it’s like I’m not here in the world at all and I simply don’t exist. Sometimes I can hardly think. My head just drifts and the visions that come seem so vivid.
Yesterday I sat back and observed and reflected and then plummeted. In the end I ran away. I plugged in headphones and let go.
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. What will I do when the ghosts come back to haunt me?
Life is pretty hectic here at the moment. Project submission dates draw increasingly nearer. CLAT beckons invitingly (or not- it is a bit difficult to decide objectively at the moment).
I miss my Kate Thompson books. In fact I miss my books, period. Does everyone go through this period of uncertainty in their lives? Sometimes we think we should be able to know everything. But we can't. We have to allow ourselves to see what there is to see, and we have to imagine.
My imagination is what got me into this mess in the first place though.
"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."-[The Great Gatsby]
Sleep weighs down heavily on my eyelids.
08 March 2011
The Fates
When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
[William Shakespeare, Macbeth]
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
[William Shakespeare, Macbeth]
Heaven’s Eyes
Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.
It’s been a long time. As I sat by the river that day I let the ripples wash away my memories of you. And all of the many yous there have been in my life. I’d really like to say that you are irreplaceable but I’d be lying. And now everything’s different.
The wheels of the bus go round and round. I’d love to be wrong about what I think I’m thinking. If I’m wrong, I win. Though, the truth is, I’m not sure it works that way.
There are so many stars now, that you it seems you can almost reach up and touch them. They are like little holes in the floor of the sky.
I did a lot of new things this past month. I went for a walk in the rain. I got soaked from head to toe. It did me a world of good. I am exploring what little this place has to offer.
"It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known."
[Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities]
This thing is sucking the life out of me. It’s left me with so many regrets, that I feel like I’m drowning in a whirlpool of misgivings. I need to get out of here. I need to put to right the many wrongs that I committed these past few years.
I started writing again. Not random blog posts but a story. The last thing of substance that I wrote was a play. I feel a certain sense of release when I see the pen flowing over paper. The lines forming. The words stringing out to form sentences which are a part of you.
I forgot to say something else and I couldn’t fit it in so I kept it all to myself.
It is a pleasure to burn.
CLAT is like a huge beacon and a cloud of darkness on the horizon. How can one thing be both? I wonder if I’m any good at what I’m doing? What is to become of me?
What if I’m something, something like you, something like a beast, something like a bird, something like an angel? Something like that. That’s what scares me the most.
It’s been a long time. As I sat by the river that day I let the ripples wash away my memories of you. And all of the many yous there have been in my life. I’d really like to say that you are irreplaceable but I’d be lying. And now everything’s different.
The wheels of the bus go round and round. I’d love to be wrong about what I think I’m thinking. If I’m wrong, I win. Though, the truth is, I’m not sure it works that way.
There are so many stars now, that you it seems you can almost reach up and touch them. They are like little holes in the floor of the sky.
I did a lot of new things this past month. I went for a walk in the rain. I got soaked from head to toe. It did me a world of good. I am exploring what little this place has to offer.
"It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known."
[Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities]
This thing is sucking the life out of me. It’s left me with so many regrets, that I feel like I’m drowning in a whirlpool of misgivings. I need to get out of here. I need to put to right the many wrongs that I committed these past few years.
I started writing again. Not random blog posts but a story. The last thing of substance that I wrote was a play. I feel a certain sense of release when I see the pen flowing over paper. The lines forming. The words stringing out to form sentences which are a part of you.
I forgot to say something else and I couldn’t fit it in so I kept it all to myself.
It is a pleasure to burn.
CLAT is like a huge beacon and a cloud of darkness on the horizon. How can one thing be both? I wonder if I’m any good at what I’m doing? What is to become of me?
What if I’m something, something like you, something like a beast, something like a bird, something like an angel? Something like that. That’s what scares me the most.
21 January 2011
I'm Not O-Fucking-Kay.
I’m like a line without a book.
If you find someone who’s gone looking for himself, before he can stumble on to anything, he won’t ever be able to come home.
So anyway, no ISAT. Which, effectively means I have to keep doing what I’m doing. Thank you.
I’m going to stop airing my views and just keep myself to me from now onwards.
I am going to go on a road trip the minute I manage to save up some money.
And as always I shall run away.
Vienna, I hate you for what you turned out to be and for how you used me. I know you will probably never read this, but I wish that I could say this to your face. I hate it that you can affect me so much.
I wish, I could turn back time. But, I can't go back to yesterday - because I was a different person then. (Lewis Carroll)
And, yet as Anne of Green Gables said, "Marilla, isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?"
If you find someone who’s gone looking for himself, before he can stumble on to anything, he won’t ever be able to come home.
So anyway, no ISAT. Which, effectively means I have to keep doing what I’m doing. Thank you.
I’m going to stop airing my views and just keep myself to me from now onwards.
I am going to go on a road trip the minute I manage to save up some money.
And as always I shall run away.
Vienna, I hate you for what you turned out to be and for how you used me. I know you will probably never read this, but I wish that I could say this to your face. I hate it that you can affect me so much.
I wish, I could turn back time. But, I can't go back to yesterday - because I was a different person then. (Lewis Carroll)
And, yet as Anne of Green Gables said, "Marilla, isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?"
18 January 2011
Trust me. I Haven't Been Wrong Yet.
“Give me back my point of view
'Cause I just can't think for you…”
[Jet- Look What You've Done]
We went to the city (again *sigh*) today. Mimic’s laptop pretty much sucks (she’s going to kill me for this, but oh well, *shrug*). I had fun.
There are people I don’t like here, people I can barely stand, people I tolerate and a handful I like.
I think I’m essentially an owl. I sleep in the mornings (well, I say that, seeing as I got screamed at, in two consecutive classes for snoring :P). But, the class timings, coupled with the hectic schedule of law school (which right now includes studying for a) CLAT b)ISAT c)the constitutional law moot{damn you, kesavananda bharati *shakes fist*} and d) watching over-watched movies ) are nerve-wracking.
I sit alone in class and endure the glares of (most) of my class fellows. Can I help it if I’m naturally curious?
I really really want to study astrophysics.
I had an epiphany today. Imagine an overgrown paddy field (dunno why it’s gotta be paddy). Now imagine a stifling blanket of silence weighing down upon you. It’s so silent you can bet even the BFG wouldn’t hear a thing. Now paint in a colour of your choice (sorry, I think in colours). It could be a curtain of black. A glaring yellow which makes you squint. Or, a red which fills you with fearsome foreboding (notice the alliteration). Anyway, now if you are a sci-fi freak (like me), you would daub in a river or something, but it doesn’t matter. You are in a field, you are alone. The world around you is still. It is silent. Now, the realization dawns upon you that maybe just maybe, you are all alone. That there is no one except you left on this planet.
It is a thought which humbles you and, at the same time fills you with great sadness. For if we are alone, then what have got to live for?
I thought about this in the context of our human existence on Earth with relation to the universe. If we truly are the only living beings in the whole vast void out there then what do our minor triumphs on earth actually accomplish in the greater scheme of things?
Come to think of it, what is philosophy?
“Mmm. Lost a planet, Master Obi-Wan has. How embarrassing. How embarrassing.”
[Yoda- Star Wars]
I feel a migraine coming on.
PS: Title- Read Artemis Fowl.
'Cause I just can't think for you…”
[Jet- Look What You've Done]
We went to the city (again *sigh*) today. Mimic’s laptop pretty much sucks (she’s going to kill me for this, but oh well, *shrug*). I had fun.
There are people I don’t like here, people I can barely stand, people I tolerate and a handful I like.
I think I’m essentially an owl. I sleep in the mornings (well, I say that, seeing as I got screamed at, in two consecutive classes for snoring :P). But, the class timings, coupled with the hectic schedule of law school (which right now includes studying for a) CLAT b)ISAT c)the constitutional law moot{damn you, kesavananda bharati *shakes fist*} and d) watching over-watched movies ) are nerve-wracking.
I sit alone in class and endure the glares of (most) of my class fellows. Can I help it if I’m naturally curious?
I really really want to study astrophysics.
I had an epiphany today. Imagine an overgrown paddy field (dunno why it’s gotta be paddy). Now imagine a stifling blanket of silence weighing down upon you. It’s so silent you can bet even the BFG wouldn’t hear a thing. Now paint in a colour of your choice (sorry, I think in colours). It could be a curtain of black. A glaring yellow which makes you squint. Or, a red which fills you with fearsome foreboding (notice the alliteration). Anyway, now if you are a sci-fi freak (like me), you would daub in a river or something, but it doesn’t matter. You are in a field, you are alone. The world around you is still. It is silent. Now, the realization dawns upon you that maybe just maybe, you are all alone. That there is no one except you left on this planet.
It is a thought which humbles you and, at the same time fills you with great sadness. For if we are alone, then what have got to live for?
I thought about this in the context of our human existence on Earth with relation to the universe. If we truly are the only living beings in the whole vast void out there then what do our minor triumphs on earth actually accomplish in the greater scheme of things?
Come to think of it, what is philosophy?
“Mmm. Lost a planet, Master Obi-Wan has. How embarrassing. How embarrassing.”
[Yoda- Star Wars]
I feel a migraine coming on.
PS: Title- Read Artemis Fowl.
16 January 2011
Iliad
I’m no stranger to heartbreaks.
Hello again.
I’m still running from your memory Julian, and I’m still so scared of what you did to me. What if I made you up? Why, why did I imagine such a future? Repeating, not willing to give up, I’m such an idiot. Since you have left, I’ve been so alone in this tedious town.
I’m terrified of dreaming. What if my dreams wake up and I cease to exist? How can I deal with living, breathing people when I’m afraid of the invisible? It’s much scarier to deal with real people.
Today I saw the sun embracing the moon as we came back to the hostel. If I do bid farewell to this place in April, I shall miss the view the most.
Yesterday I cried in class. It’s been so long since I’ve had to struggle so hard to keep the mask of calm impassivity plastered on my face. And the façade somehow slipped. Yet, when I went for lunch and there were the normal expectations, I was back to acting.
How many roles do you play in life? What if you play a role within a role?
Words have always been my links with the world outside when I felt torn asunder or completely clueless. To cry because there is something you want to do and to cry because you can’t find it or do it. Which is more painful? The only thing I can say is even with all the words I have now, I can’t stop my tears.
It's never too late to realize your dreams. That’s what they all say. But, what if it is for me?
Yet, my favourite quote from my favourite verse remains:
“The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a Heav’n of Hell, a Hell of Heav’n”
[John Milton- Paradise Lost.]
Of course, as usual, I think too much.
And of course, as usual, I’ll go back to saying “everything's fine" and bottling it up.
Hello again.
I’m still running from your memory Julian, and I’m still so scared of what you did to me. What if I made you up? Why, why did I imagine such a future? Repeating, not willing to give up, I’m such an idiot. Since you have left, I’ve been so alone in this tedious town.
I’m terrified of dreaming. What if my dreams wake up and I cease to exist? How can I deal with living, breathing people when I’m afraid of the invisible? It’s much scarier to deal with real people.
Today I saw the sun embracing the moon as we came back to the hostel. If I do bid farewell to this place in April, I shall miss the view the most.
Yesterday I cried in class. It’s been so long since I’ve had to struggle so hard to keep the mask of calm impassivity plastered on my face. And the façade somehow slipped. Yet, when I went for lunch and there were the normal expectations, I was back to acting.
How many roles do you play in life? What if you play a role within a role?
Words have always been my links with the world outside when I felt torn asunder or completely clueless. To cry because there is something you want to do and to cry because you can’t find it or do it. Which is more painful? The only thing I can say is even with all the words I have now, I can’t stop my tears.
It's never too late to realize your dreams. That’s what they all say. But, what if it is for me?
Yet, my favourite quote from my favourite verse remains:
“The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a Heav’n of Hell, a Hell of Heav’n”
[John Milton- Paradise Lost.]
Of course, as usual, I think too much.
And of course, as usual, I’ll go back to saying “everything's fine" and bottling it up.
12 January 2011
Maze
I like cherry blossoms. I wonder why. Maybe because I’m released of that feeling when they wilt and fall. There’s no way to stop what comes falling. But for now, let’s just stay like this. Just a while longer. A day when everything is perfect, when everything will turn into memories, will eventually come. But I’ll probably remember over and over again you were there and everyone else was there. That day we all searched for just one thing. And I remembered, no one can ever replace someone else. When I look at you it hurts because it seems as if I’m looking at myself.
Sometimes I get worried. How long can you remember voices?
My face has sorely betrayed me (pun intended). It’s swollen up to gargantuan proportions as a result of some allergy. So after languishing in bed for some four days, while my eyes reduced to slits and I surveyed the world in a haze of aches and pains which it seemed would never end, I finally found my knight in shining armor in the form of medication.
So anyway, swelling reduced, imminent hospitalization (with its accompanying array of frightening tubes and needles) receded into the distance and then came the other bombshell- no moot. Uh yeah, after pretty much working my ass off (well ok a bit of it) for the last month or so, when someone you depended on doesn’t come through (for whatever reasons- and I’m sure you have yours) it pisses you off and hurts you at the same time.
Anyway, I had pizza today- love you both Myth and Mimic. <3 <3
Right now I’m definitely lost. Even if I want to hide it, the part of me that’s lost…is still me. All I can do for now is to concentrate on what’s directly in front of me. But I realized why I am lost. It’s not because I don’t have a map. It’s because I don’t have a destination. There’s no way to fix it if you don’t know the reason.
When it turns into words, it gets further away from reality.
Sometimes I get worried. How long can you remember voices?
My face has sorely betrayed me (pun intended). It’s swollen up to gargantuan proportions as a result of some allergy. So after languishing in bed for some four days, while my eyes reduced to slits and I surveyed the world in a haze of aches and pains which it seemed would never end, I finally found my knight in shining armor in the form of medication.
So anyway, swelling reduced, imminent hospitalization (with its accompanying array of frightening tubes and needles) receded into the distance and then came the other bombshell- no moot. Uh yeah, after pretty much working my ass off (well ok a bit of it) for the last month or so, when someone you depended on doesn’t come through (for whatever reasons- and I’m sure you have yours) it pisses you off and hurts you at the same time.
Anyway, I had pizza today- love you both Myth and Mimic. <3 <3
Right now I’m definitely lost. Even if I want to hide it, the part of me that’s lost…is still me. All I can do for now is to concentrate on what’s directly in front of me. But I realized why I am lost. It’s not because I don’t have a map. It’s because I don’t have a destination. There’s no way to fix it if you don’t know the reason.
When it turns into words, it gets further away from reality.
07 January 2011
Shiverin' in Winter
Though the world is so full of a number things,
I know we should all be as happy as can be
But are we?
No, definitely no, positively no.
Decidedly no.
Short people have long faces and
Long people have short faces.
Big people have little humor
And little people have no humor at all!
And in the words of that immortal buddy
Samuel J. Snodgrass, as he was about to be lead
To the guillotine:
Make 'em laugh
Make 'em laugh
[Donald O'Connor - MAKE 'EM LAUGH]
I know we should all be as happy as can be
But are we?
No, definitely no, positively no.
Decidedly no.
Short people have long faces and
Long people have short faces.
Big people have little humor
And little people have no humor at all!
And in the words of that immortal buddy
Samuel J. Snodgrass, as he was about to be lead
To the guillotine:
Make 'em laugh
Make 'em laugh
[Donald O'Connor - MAKE 'EM LAUGH]
03 January 2011
Whirlwind
It’s been a long while. It’s been a (not so) long journey. And I've just closed another chapter of life.
I'm glad to have taken my chances where I could. Friends made, affections lost. That’s the circle of life.
We just have to keep on living.
To the best of my own abilities, I shall try to fix what's broken.
Today I sit alone in my room and listen to the Beatles and Oasis. Talking about Oasis… think about the innate irony (ooh alliteration :P) of the following lines:
“Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannonball
.
.
.
Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
.
.
.
Wake up the dawn and ask her why
A dreamer dreams, she never dies
.
.
.
The world's still spinning around we don't know why."
[Oasis- Champagne Supernova]
Oh I read Reckless (Cornelia Funke) – um ok I guess… I mean nothing absolutely NOTHING will beat Thief Lord but yeah after Inkdeath (which I re-read too by the way because I’d totally forgotten what happened to Dustfinger and Mo (bleh!))(oops- that was a bracket within a bracket…*shrug who cares*), it was a pretty welcome change.
Right now I’m reading (…wait for it!!!) THE NEWEST BARTIMAEUS!! I’m so happy!! Jonathan Stroud hasn’t lost a bit of his touch, though I still haven’t forgiven him for how he ended Ptolemy’s Gate (for those of you who haven’t read the series yet I’m not telling you what happens). But anyway, this one is the prequel to the series, about the Djinni’s time in Solomon’s land…with a healthy dose of the Queen of Sheba mixed in… pure heaven!!
I got a new laptop!! Yay!! After the old specimen which looked like even dinosaurs would refuse to shit on it (it would be an antique for them too you see… pterodactyl curators of dino museums would frown on you if you so much as blinked at it…yes I am talking about my old laptop… :P) [PS: that last was completely in memory of the late and much revered Deeptarko AKA Lazy Bore- who is an asshole]
My grandparents are really unwell. I hope I get to see them the next time I go back. My aunt should really take care too.
Ok I have to go do silly moot stuff now. Oh sad news... :(... I have this case as my constitutional law project which is of like 900 odd pages… more whining (and there shall be lots) about this later.
For now… NOX...
I'm glad to have taken my chances where I could. Friends made, affections lost. That’s the circle of life.
We just have to keep on living.
To the best of my own abilities, I shall try to fix what's broken.
Today I sit alone in my room and listen to the Beatles and Oasis. Talking about Oasis… think about the innate irony (ooh alliteration :P) of the following lines:
“Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannonball
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Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
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Wake up the dawn and ask her why
A dreamer dreams, she never dies
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The world's still spinning around we don't know why."
[Oasis- Champagne Supernova]
Oh I read Reckless (Cornelia Funke) – um ok I guess… I mean nothing absolutely NOTHING will beat Thief Lord but yeah after Inkdeath (which I re-read too by the way because I’d totally forgotten what happened to Dustfinger and Mo (bleh!))(oops- that was a bracket within a bracket…*shrug who cares*), it was a pretty welcome change.
Right now I’m reading (…wait for it!!!) THE NEWEST BARTIMAEUS!! I’m so happy!! Jonathan Stroud hasn’t lost a bit of his touch, though I still haven’t forgiven him for how he ended Ptolemy’s Gate (for those of you who haven’t read the series yet I’m not telling you what happens). But anyway, this one is the prequel to the series, about the Djinni’s time in Solomon’s land…with a healthy dose of the Queen of Sheba mixed in… pure heaven!!
I got a new laptop!! Yay!! After the old specimen which looked like even dinosaurs would refuse to shit on it (it would be an antique for them too you see… pterodactyl curators of dino museums would frown on you if you so much as blinked at it…yes I am talking about my old laptop… :P) [PS: that last was completely in memory of the late and much revered Deeptarko AKA Lazy Bore- who is an asshole]
My grandparents are really unwell. I hope I get to see them the next time I go back. My aunt should really take care too.
Ok I have to go do silly moot stuff now. Oh sad news... :(... I have this case as my constitutional law project which is of like 900 odd pages… more whining (and there shall be lots) about this later.
For now… NOX...
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