From the television to the desktops, the laptops and the sleek mobile phones, technology is advancing and continually meeting the needs of the evolving and reforming mankind. The e-mails, the chat-boxes and the social network sites have so truly embarked their stamp on our daily lives. Yet, a postcard letter swirls my mind into a completely desolated direction.
We Indians are sentimental packrats capable of seeking out storage space in the most unassuming of places. And for that reason, we change our room-settings time to time, squeezing that extra space for all the new things and once in a while indulge in clearing the clutter of old letters, books, magazines and other stuff from our bookshelves. Whilst we are in an attempt of clearing those things, a remote sensation sneaks in and along with it brings that dilemma of what to keep and what to let go. Usually we keep half of those things and then we bargain with the radhi-wala to squeeze that little amount of money off him. (Whew!)
Just imagine, a week later, to your utter consternation, the door- bell rings and a familiar voice of mom announces the arrival of a postcard letter addressed to you. Your mind takes a swing in the swirling vortex of all the crazy ideas and permutations from whom that postcard would have come. And then you realize it’s a three year old letter that has accidently found its destination through a conscientious postman. Irrelevant of what that letter contains, you smile for the rest of the day with a newly found elation.
Another year is about to mark its end. And like the many before, I’m sure it has also embarked its stamp on our lives. Now, not treading on those uncertain areas of good and bad, mostly bad that it brought this year, which like a relentless drone is already buzzing in my ears, its important to wear the Urban-Turban and bask away our time in the afterglow of all the good things that made us smile this year.
You never know when that long forgotten letter may announce its arrival on your doorstep and spark those old vibes to light the magnificent ambience of bliss. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Cheers!!!
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Its only a JOURNEY, after all...
Have you ever heard a joke so many times, that you’ve forgot why it’s funny. Then you hear it again, and suddenly it’s new. You remember why you loved it in the first place. In that bizarre and delicate spec of a time, it becomes difficult to separate fact from fiction, man from myth.
We search for so many things in our daily life, never realizing what we have. We skip from one stone to another, avoiding that pool of water. But everything is in that pool of water. Then why are afraid to take a dip?
It’s only because searching for that everlasting bliss, we forget to see the beauty that surrounds us instilling us to inspire, to feel the tranquility of the moment, waiting for us to unveil the novel. The pursuit of happiness is in the journey itself, a journey of struggle to keep the living or a journey of a dreamer to make it a reality. It’s the same old idiom of language that’s so commonly familiar to us.
All of us are here to study, to become Engineers, not only to steer the driving wheel of our subjects but also to harmonize it with our gradual growth, to liberate ourselves to admire the true meaning of life. Amidst it all, some choose the fascination with photography, some choose the patience struck perspective path of an artist, and some like me choose Chess to over-exert the brain power and Guitar, to nullify the same with the harmony of its music notes.
The Art n Craft notice board has been one of the awe-stricken sites of our college. Week after week it has displayed some of the brilliant masterpieces of art. Bharat Dhoot is one name, I would like to mention. I’m overwhelmed by his work, his creativeness, his profoundness, which brings so much out of a sketch, which I used to believe could never be actually done. He has described his collection on Facebook as a journey being an artist. (Well! The post is flooded with comments and admiration!)
Some live it short, but some live it big in that shorter time. To bring a smile on somebody else’s face is a gift, or an art (to be more precise) which is available to only few of us. I remember when a friend of mine gave a presentation on Walt Disney. I could feel Walt’s vibe in her and probably that’s what inspired her to sketching and cartooning. She felt that hint of an artist and I’m glad that it has become a part of her journey.
Noticing and dwelling on the tiny but numerous mile-stones that come in our journey we can make a huge difference. All we need is an open mind, not an eye of an archer or a mind of a hunter.
It is like a big fish which doesn’t get caught in the hook, not because it was bigger and stronger, but only because it had a vision to see the things differently, not unique, but differently.
We search for so many things in our daily life, never realizing what we have. We skip from one stone to another, avoiding that pool of water. But everything is in that pool of water. Then why are afraid to take a dip?
It’s only because searching for that everlasting bliss, we forget to see the beauty that surrounds us instilling us to inspire, to feel the tranquility of the moment, waiting for us to unveil the novel. The pursuit of happiness is in the journey itself, a journey of struggle to keep the living or a journey of a dreamer to make it a reality. It’s the same old idiom of language that’s so commonly familiar to us.
All of us are here to study, to become Engineers, not only to steer the driving wheel of our subjects but also to harmonize it with our gradual growth, to liberate ourselves to admire the true meaning of life. Amidst it all, some choose the fascination with photography, some choose the patience struck perspective path of an artist, and some like me choose Chess to over-exert the brain power and Guitar, to nullify the same with the harmony of its music notes.
The Art n Craft notice board has been one of the awe-stricken sites of our college. Week after week it has displayed some of the brilliant masterpieces of art. Bharat Dhoot is one name, I would like to mention. I’m overwhelmed by his work, his creativeness, his profoundness, which brings so much out of a sketch, which I used to believe could never be actually done. He has described his collection on Facebook as a journey being an artist. (Well! The post is flooded with comments and admiration!)
Some live it short, but some live it big in that shorter time. To bring a smile on somebody else’s face is a gift, or an art (to be more precise) which is available to only few of us. I remember when a friend of mine gave a presentation on Walt Disney. I could feel Walt’s vibe in her and probably that’s what inspired her to sketching and cartooning. She felt that hint of an artist and I’m glad that it has become a part of her journey.
Noticing and dwelling on the tiny but numerous mile-stones that come in our journey we can make a huge difference. All we need is an open mind, not an eye of an archer or a mind of a hunter.
It is like a big fish which doesn’t get caught in the hook, not because it was bigger and stronger, but only because it had a vision to see the things differently, not unique, but differently.
My Friend
It’s funny how the most lasting friendships of our lives begin in a moment so incidental that we scarcely recall it. Anant and I shook hands near the pond outside our high school, one autumn day. There was this aura of confidence, by which he threw pebbles into the pond, skipping and jumping a couple of times before sinking down.
That was the beginning of our friendship. We grew up like brothers. The voids in me were filled by him and the colors on his canvas of ideas were painted by me. We were inseparable. After high school, we spent the summer hitchhiking Europe.
After coming from Europe, I took over my family business and Anant prolonged with his studies. It was at his convocation 2 years later that things started to mingle. As he took a turn and walked with his back straight towards me, I felt a hint of envy, rising in me. It was at that precise moment that I decided to forsake the glamour of the city and went to live in the wilds of Scotland.
I lived in there in an archaic mansion for 5 years before coming back to London. Those pristine sections were so clean and as precisely as I remembered them, that they heightened the ethereal beauty of the place. I was fuming at my cowardness but I still couldn’t get rid my heart of its vindictiveness.
Meanwhile, when everybody was catching the undeclared, untaxed money under their opulent beds, Anant was having his knees and knuckles bruised working 18 hrs a day in the factory workshop. Anant was working hard, despite the absence of his friend. He then owned a steel factory and his pragmatic approach led to the use of a new alloy which placed their steel among the top buyers for the rail road tracks.
“Camouflage is nature’s craftiest trick”, they say. Perhaps that was what Anant was doing all these years, camouflaging under the cloak of an abandoned friend. That was the reason I envied his peace, his courage, and his understanding of his presence. That was the reason I went straight back to him after 5 years to amend the glitch left by my fallible consciousness and sudden disappearance.
I came back searching in that faint light for an allusion of spite or some hidden meaning. My euphoric mood couldn’t last watching him walking towards me for a hug. A hug that overcame everything. We reencountered our most prominent mischiefs, specially the one in Europe, when we kicked a traveler sleeping in an ostentatious sable coat on a foot path.
Just like that pebble which skipped a few times before finally sinking. Our friendship grew increasingly skittish after a few hiccups.
-Rustum
That was the beginning of our friendship. We grew up like brothers. The voids in me were filled by him and the colors on his canvas of ideas were painted by me. We were inseparable. After high school, we spent the summer hitchhiking Europe.
After coming from Europe, I took over my family business and Anant prolonged with his studies. It was at his convocation 2 years later that things started to mingle. As he took a turn and walked with his back straight towards me, I felt a hint of envy, rising in me. It was at that precise moment that I decided to forsake the glamour of the city and went to live in the wilds of Scotland.
I lived in there in an archaic mansion for 5 years before coming back to London. Those pristine sections were so clean and as precisely as I remembered them, that they heightened the ethereal beauty of the place. I was fuming at my cowardness but I still couldn’t get rid my heart of its vindictiveness.
Meanwhile, when everybody was catching the undeclared, untaxed money under their opulent beds, Anant was having his knees and knuckles bruised working 18 hrs a day in the factory workshop. Anant was working hard, despite the absence of his friend. He then owned a steel factory and his pragmatic approach led to the use of a new alloy which placed their steel among the top buyers for the rail road tracks.
“Camouflage is nature’s craftiest trick”, they say. Perhaps that was what Anant was doing all these years, camouflaging under the cloak of an abandoned friend. That was the reason I envied his peace, his courage, and his understanding of his presence. That was the reason I went straight back to him after 5 years to amend the glitch left by my fallible consciousness and sudden disappearance.
I came back searching in that faint light for an allusion of spite or some hidden meaning. My euphoric mood couldn’t last watching him walking towards me for a hug. A hug that overcame everything. We reencountered our most prominent mischiefs, specially the one in Europe, when we kicked a traveler sleeping in an ostentatious sable coat on a foot path.
Just like that pebble which skipped a few times before finally sinking. Our friendship grew increasingly skittish after a few hiccups.
-Rustum
Sunday, October 11, 2009
A pretty boy from paradise city...
Every day brings that fresh light of hope and a new experience. Some we like and some we don't. But there is a huge lesson to be learned from these experiences. Having that keen-ness to see the optimism is very important.
Its very rare when a bunch of 17 guys watch a movie and everybody likes it. Some even wait to see the credits till the end and that too sitting in the last row(giggles!). Its even amazing to hear such a nice background music complementing every minute frame of every little scene. Every petite note enhances the expression so much more. For me, that's what made the movie so special.
What followed next was an old routine 'of' some and a new experience 'for' some. But its even better to see the freshman enjoy watching others enjoy!! A little bit of Carrom, two bottles of Little Devil, Smoke all around, a pretty boy from paradise city..and an Apple Pie to conclude a brilliant day.
P.S. I'm still sleeping...
Its very rare when a bunch of 17 guys watch a movie and everybody likes it. Some even wait to see the credits till the end and that too sitting in the last row(giggles!). Its even amazing to hear such a nice background music complementing every minute frame of every little scene. Every petite note enhances the expression so much more. For me, that's what made the movie so special.
What followed next was an old routine 'of' some and a new experience 'for' some. But its even better to see the freshman enjoy watching others enjoy!! A little bit of Carrom, two bottles of Little Devil, Smoke all around, a pretty boy from paradise city..and an Apple Pie to conclude a brilliant day.
P.S. I'm still sleeping...
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Voids
Voids literally means empty/blank spaces , in science I came across this term in the discipline of chemistry and philosophically ,voids was mentioned in one of my English chapters from a book named “Hornbill” class XI I guess…I dunt remember the chapter name.
A new realm of thinking opened after reading that chapter ,it defined voids as – empty or idle time in different situations (i am quoting the same example here) …for eg: when u are moving from one floor to another and u are waiting for the lift..so this waiting process creates a void when ur mind is actually doing nothing ..
So there are voids like this in every aspect of life and quiet often we just let them pass, so what we can do is just utilize the time for something constructive ,,,this would not only help in personal development but wud save us from idleness(its said that idle mind is the house of evil)…..and there is one more quote which I would like to mention here is
“To be is to do”-Socrates
This article is also a result of one void …so u can see instead of not doin anything doin smthng is better…
A new realm of thinking opened after reading that chapter ,it defined voids as – empty or idle time in different situations (i am quoting the same example here) …for eg: when u are moving from one floor to another and u are waiting for the lift..so this waiting process creates a void when ur mind is actually doing nothing ..
So there are voids like this in every aspect of life and quiet often we just let them pass, so what we can do is just utilize the time for something constructive ,,,this would not only help in personal development but wud save us from idleness(its said that idle mind is the house of evil)…..and there is one more quote which I would like to mention here is
“To be is to do”-Socrates
This article is also a result of one void …so u can see instead of not doin anything doin smthng is better…
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Conformity
In OB there was this concept of ‘conformity’ in group behaviour and being human beings (social beings) this concept applies to our mundane affairs.
In my two and a half semester of engineering ..i have seen this effect in my encounters with this callous world.
12 years of schooling v/s 4 years of engineering there has to be some difference in what we call friendship...here what i have noticed is that people make friends (although they are just pawns) for some selfish motif of theirs....but such relationships doesn’t last that long and the person who is into this sort of relationship seeks for some genuine friendship to quenches his/her need for belongingness....however due to pawnships(friendship with pawns as mentioned) the person is forced to conform and the seeker has to make a choice. The choice depends upon the need, mood etc of the person,so tym along with stereotyping plays a major role in this friendship process ...
In my two and a half semester of engineering ..i have seen this effect in my encounters with this callous world.
12 years of schooling v/s 4 years of engineering there has to be some difference in what we call friendship...here what i have noticed is that people make friends (although they are just pawns) for some selfish motif of theirs....but such relationships doesn’t last that long and the person who is into this sort of relationship seeks for some genuine friendship to quenches his/her need for belongingness....however due to pawnships(friendship with pawns as mentioned) the person is forced to conform and the seeker has to make a choice. The choice depends upon the need, mood etc of the person,so tym along with stereotyping plays a major role in this friendship process ...
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Take Time to be KING..
For Once I was ahead of the curve, and having rarely been in this exalted good, I can tell you it feels good. Those notions have not escaped yet the world feels so unfamiliar a place to live.
Inconspicuous.
A break is all that is required to fix those broken pieces. The proliferation of each and everything do takes its toll on the humble and the overcome becomes a long-desired rhapsody. (Well enough of it all!)
A long exam filled weekend reached the end, at last. Well it had to, I guess. And so came the fun filled weekend, I had been craving for so long. It all started as a boring journey, I slept 5 out of the 7 hours and the only one hour that was good was the one I traveled standing, well of course, my earphones in my ears. The song ‘Spaceman’ by ‘Killers’ goes as:
The starmaker says "it ain't so bad"
The dream maker's gonna make you mad
The spaceman says "everybody look down
it's all in your mind"
A song which brought a genuine smile on my face. Then finally I absorbed my ego which helped to mend a few things and the things went smooth thereafter. The fest was brilliant. The Heavy Metal Band, “Malifice” was effervescent, and we did enjoy a lot. The hand-banging’s were plenty and the neck ached for the entire next day. It was all worth it. What followed was even better. “Mohit Chauhan”. Immaculate.
But the gist of the weekend lied in the “Get Together”. Me, Anish, K.K, Pari, Degant and Kartik. It was my first meet with them. But the way we conducted thereafter was a picturesque panorama of a few delhi guys having some serious fun. Delhi 6 was Exquisite. Those Paranthas, Lassi, n Rabri was more than we could have hoped for. Delicious. Yet the heart lied in the Hard Rock Café. Bloody Hell. The ambience was unbelievable. The songs were just too good, no denying the audio capability of the café which was way above anything I’ve ever heard. Puddle of Mudd. Papa Roach. John Lennon. Ramstein. James Blunt.
Grand.
The exit door said, “Take time to be kind”. Well yes, I did notice that. Conspicuous. Well coming back I was still occupied in my thoughts. Then the best program of the millennium, DEXTER, made all my tiredness go away. I downloaded the entire episode in 30 min and finally went to sleep at 4 after watching it.
As I woke up for the morning, a subtle thought struck me. “Why do we feel the need to indulge ourselves in the pigsties of the adults. We are Children and should behave the same.”
Seriously.
As Anish says “peace marr”. So “peace marr”. There is no need to allow ourselves to float in the swirl of thoughts pivoting from the archaic vaccum of nothingness. Infact, we should be asking us “How much are we living the dream??” Don’t matter, how long that list of regrets or disappointments maybe, if we try to search for that answer, it comes “So much”. So Damn True..!!
Inconspicuous.
A break is all that is required to fix those broken pieces. The proliferation of each and everything do takes its toll on the humble and the overcome becomes a long-desired rhapsody. (Well enough of it all!)
A long exam filled weekend reached the end, at last. Well it had to, I guess. And so came the fun filled weekend, I had been craving for so long. It all started as a boring journey, I slept 5 out of the 7 hours and the only one hour that was good was the one I traveled standing, well of course, my earphones in my ears. The song ‘Spaceman’ by ‘Killers’ goes as:
The starmaker says "it ain't so bad"
The dream maker's gonna make you mad
The spaceman says "everybody look down
it's all in your mind"
A song which brought a genuine smile on my face. Then finally I absorbed my ego which helped to mend a few things and the things went smooth thereafter. The fest was brilliant. The Heavy Metal Band, “Malifice” was effervescent, and we did enjoy a lot. The hand-banging’s were plenty and the neck ached for the entire next day. It was all worth it. What followed was even better. “Mohit Chauhan”. Immaculate.
But the gist of the weekend lied in the “Get Together”. Me, Anish, K.K, Pari, Degant and Kartik. It was my first meet with them. But the way we conducted thereafter was a picturesque panorama of a few delhi guys having some serious fun. Delhi 6 was Exquisite. Those Paranthas, Lassi, n Rabri was more than we could have hoped for. Delicious. Yet the heart lied in the Hard Rock Café. Bloody Hell. The ambience was unbelievable. The songs were just too good, no denying the audio capability of the café which was way above anything I’ve ever heard. Puddle of Mudd. Papa Roach. John Lennon. Ramstein. James Blunt.
Grand.
The exit door said, “Take time to be kind”. Well yes, I did notice that. Conspicuous. Well coming back I was still occupied in my thoughts. Then the best program of the millennium, DEXTER, made all my tiredness go away. I downloaded the entire episode in 30 min and finally went to sleep at 4 after watching it.
As I woke up for the morning, a subtle thought struck me. “Why do we feel the need to indulge ourselves in the pigsties of the adults. We are Children and should behave the same.”
Seriously.
As Anish says “peace marr”. So “peace marr”. There is no need to allow ourselves to float in the swirl of thoughts pivoting from the archaic vaccum of nothingness. Infact, we should be asking us “How much are we living the dream??” Don’t matter, how long that list of regrets or disappointments maybe, if we try to search for that answer, it comes “So much”. So Damn True..!!
The Rift
July 29, that was the official day i entered the room C106....and it was our idea to jot down everything tht happens,although we haven’t been faithful to our duty of writing ..and the following blog is my perception ...nuthing has been discussed and said ...
I see a rift developing amongst us...the bros of C106,maybe a small rift but ya its sad and true, ideally its nt possible ki we can live perfectly without any fights or something but dint really anticipated its surfacing so quick and abrupt.........cant complaint ,its mutual and a cumulative effect. Hoping that it doesn’t end up on a bad note(least expected outcome ..i dunt believe in this )
I see a rift developing amongst us...the bros of C106,maybe a small rift but ya its sad and true, ideally its nt possible ki we can live perfectly without any fights or something but dint really anticipated its surfacing so quick and abrupt.........cant complaint ,its mutual and a cumulative effect. Hoping that it doesn’t end up on a bad note(least expected outcome ..i dunt believe in this )
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
"Turning the other cheek..."
We reap what we sow. If things do not catch up with us in this lifetime, rest assured they would do so, in another.
Karma.
Most importantly of all is to believe in things. To believe in that so called damsel of fate. Everybody lives by a code. And so do I. Idiosyncratically some things happen which seem to infringe that code. But keeping our doubts to the minimum and believing in the good or as everything happens for the good, we move forward, taking that another plunge into the ocean of the unknown. Cause that's what we do, or we are meant to do.
Letting it go.
Letting go of that emotion..
...which may be dark red colour in the aura, and can make the aura feel dull and heavy, but at the same time very spiky.
...or may even be a heavy grey cloud that sits in the aura and can manifest at many levels.
But life has never been that waste of time. It is, as I so truly believe, has a way of coming at you in circles. I guess thats what 'Karma'is.
P.S. It has nothing to do with my stubble that i got a few days back.
Karma.
Most importantly of all is to believe in things. To believe in that so called damsel of fate. Everybody lives by a code. And so do I. Idiosyncratically some things happen which seem to infringe that code. But keeping our doubts to the minimum and believing in the good or as everything happens for the good, we move forward, taking that another plunge into the ocean of the unknown. Cause that's what we do, or we are meant to do.
Letting it go.
Letting go of that emotion..
...which may be dark red colour in the aura, and can make the aura feel dull and heavy, but at the same time very spiky.
...or may even be a heavy grey cloud that sits in the aura and can manifest at many levels.
But life has never been that waste of time. It is, as I so truly believe, has a way of coming at you in circles. I guess thats what 'Karma'is.
P.S. It has nothing to do with my stubble that i got a few days back.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Hide and Seek
The all time classic game of Hide and Seek just came to my mind while i was contemplating...and suddenly an all new perspective opened...something i never gave a thought.
When we were kids we used to play this classic game in the format it is known ...even now we play this game but with an altogether new format.
Searching and Concealing.....concealing things from people around us ..may include materialistic possessions or may include emotions, feelings etc...concealing is nt only limited to people around us but also includes hiding from ourselves in other words not being true to self...and thats the biggest sin
All truths are easy to understand once they are discovered; the point is to discover them.-- Galileo Galilei
Seeking ..a natural human tendency
Seeking for a friend, materialistic needs ,compassion ,love ,inner peace and what not ...we keep seeking all through our lives ...although i have just travelled a few miles of this journey but this is what i have seen .
So we have been playing this game right from our birth ..its just that it keeps changing its form but the basic essence remains the same..HIDE AND SEEK..
When we were kids we used to play this classic game in the format it is known ...even now we play this game but with an altogether new format.
Searching and Concealing.....concealing things from people around us ..may include materialistic possessions or may include emotions, feelings etc...concealing is nt only limited to people around us but also includes hiding from ourselves in other words not being true to self...and thats the biggest sin
All truths are easy to understand once they are discovered; the point is to discover them.-- Galileo Galilei
Seeking ..a natural human tendency
Seeking for a friend, materialistic needs ,compassion ,love ,inner peace and what not ...we keep seeking all through our lives ...although i have just travelled a few miles of this journey but this is what i have seen .
So we have been playing this game right from our birth ..its just that it keeps changing its form but the basic essence remains the same..HIDE AND SEEK..
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Pro-crasti-nation!!
Is there something you ought to be doing right now? Chances are, YES. Well, to be honest, there is always something we ought to be doing at every moment, but it’s just the sluggish nature of ours that envies the right thing to be done at the right time.
Going by the RD figures, 95% people procrastinate. So what’s the big deal? Everybody does it. It’s just the way we are. But the figures also reflect a morose side to the story. It hampers our health, wealth and a vast sea of opportunities.
It starts by a little deferment and by the time we realize it, the list has already prolonged to the next page. Then the cognition takes us through the lane among the mine-fields. Our sole aim becomes to shorten that list. We keep swinging in the to-and-fro motion of that lost endeavour and miss out on the episode of the present.
I showcased the same order of events last week. I even resorted to make a list and by the time I started with one thing something else popped-up. The To-do option in my phone do came in handy. I completed 12 of the 15 tasks I was set out to do. What helped my cause was that I completed the most challenging task first. I didn’t intend to do it first, it sort-of happened, but I do had the willingness and yes, the efforts did pay off to conclude the leftovers.
So, as the saying goes, the best time to do a task, is NOW. We never know when the presence will lose its ‘tranquility’ or more importantly it’s ‘essence’.
Going by the RD figures, 95% people procrastinate. So what’s the big deal? Everybody does it. It’s just the way we are. But the figures also reflect a morose side to the story. It hampers our health, wealth and a vast sea of opportunities.
It starts by a little deferment and by the time we realize it, the list has already prolonged to the next page. Then the cognition takes us through the lane among the mine-fields. Our sole aim becomes to shorten that list. We keep swinging in the to-and-fro motion of that lost endeavour and miss out on the episode of the present.
I showcased the same order of events last week. I even resorted to make a list and by the time I started with one thing something else popped-up. The To-do option in my phone do came in handy. I completed 12 of the 15 tasks I was set out to do. What helped my cause was that I completed the most challenging task first. I didn’t intend to do it first, it sort-of happened, but I do had the willingness and yes, the efforts did pay off to conclude the leftovers.
So, as the saying goes, the best time to do a task, is NOW. We never know when the presence will lose its ‘tranquility’ or more importantly it’s ‘essence’.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
The Friendship day Jaunt
Part I
Pwn4ge aka Degant and this guy with Asmatullah Achakzai aka Zubin planned a friendship day brunch and we were informed of it,Asmatullah left for his home a day before and came back on the day itself and Old Trafford aka Manu was to accompany Dadu aka Sourav and devil for a meeting and as planned they attended the meeting which is highly classified .
It was the time when the sun is highest in the sky (i can be a poet...lol a beautiful line) and old Trafford messaged to meet them at the Sherawala gate(Patiala) so me along with Quintessentially paranoid aka Kshitij(with a j J) and Asmatullah took a rickshaw to the famous 22 number gate. I had devil’s camera with me luckily and one thing i need to mention here wenever i have a camera the photographer within me wakes up so i started making a video (soon they will be here)...back to rickshaw .......ya on our way we discussed friendship ...i asked them what do u have to say on friendship and Asmatullah was like...”aaaa....aa...aa....ok later” and Quintessentially paranoid started said “fakers.......choose your friend wisely...”and after that we reached Sahani and there we saw some girls (wont mention there name here ) and while crossing 22 we saw some more girls particularly one girl ...and after tht there were no more girls on the way to our destination ...lol
Quintessentially paranoid enlightened us with his supreme knowledge and showed us the new Indian post logo...lol
Meanwhile Dadu ,Old Trafford and Pwn4ge were done with there meeting and were off to drink “lassi”,finaly we met and then went to a “chole Bhature “ restaurant actually a small dingy place cant even call it a restaurant ...better to call it a “dhabha” . After eating and drinking tht “lassi” we set back our course to the hostel
Part II
After takin a nap me and Asmatullah decided to window shop and Old Trafford left with TJ. On our way back from 22 we decided to go to the Gurudwara nearby ,we sat near the Sarovar for abt half and hour and the serenity was rejuvenating , breeze created small ripples in the water and the lights from above added to the scenic beauty. There were some fishes and most of them were black or brownish in shade and suddenly i saw a golden yellow fish ...maybe a good omen. With that i wud like to conclude by saying something on true friendship.
In this materialistic world there are many people who fake around to befriend someone for some selfish motive of theirs....according to me a true friend is a person whose sole motif is to unconditionally support his/her friend.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
The day my life mocked me.......
Wll everyone have their worst or best days,but some days you feel destiny conspires against you.I am surely skeptical about begginer's luck but truly convinced about juxtaposed jinxes.
Well it seemed as an ordinary day,laziness hovering in the ambience and a QUEER dead silence.
11:30am:Prepration of computer practical finishes.
11:45am:after doing usual chores ,me and my two friends set out on an ordeal.
11:47am:En route a classmate informs comm skills evaluation has already started and all of us break into a cold sweat.
11:58am:We reach the classroom. i bashed the door open only to realise the room was occupied by another batch.
12:00noon: Venue:mamm's office
we see maam busy in a conversation with two people.
12:03pm:we beg for forgiveness.All our requests are turned down.Already late for our computer lab evaluation.
12:05pm:We are runnng for our live's and reach the CCCT lab and to our astonishment we find none of our group members there.
12:06pm:get a call from a friend as i try to pick up the cell shuts down(quite dramatic but true).
12:07pm:somehow mange to open the phone and called.venue shifted to lab in electronics lab.
12:08pm:Reach the lab,in the nick of time.
01:05pm:finish the evaluation.
01:07pm:reach the maam's office only to find it closed .
01:08pm:Run up to maam in f block .somehow persuade her to take a re eavaluation test.
01:12pm:evaluation rescheduled to 3:00pm.and we go to lib.
01:15pm:anothe shocker .have a lib debt on me amounting to rs.120,i havn't got a clue of.
01:20pm:get back to hostel took my book.
02:10pm:Went back gave it to the lib. with Rs.180 as fine(Rs.50 as dome bullshit processing fees.scumbags!!!!!!!!)
03:20pm:at last gave the comm skills test.(And the irony is i got a B in comm skills missing it by 1 mark.)
WELL THE DAY WHICH I PREDICTED TO FINISH BY 1o'Clock FINISHED AROUND 3:30.
Wel...............the bedrock reality is "YOU NEVER KNOW".WELL AS I FEEL"WHO GIVES A SHIT."
SONG DEDICATION:BAD DAY BY DANIEL POWTER.
Well it seemed as an ordinary day,laziness hovering in the ambience and a QUEER dead silence.
11:30am:Prepration of computer practical finishes.
11:45am:after doing usual chores ,me and my two friends set out on an ordeal.
11:47am:En route a classmate informs comm skills evaluation has already started and all of us break into a cold sweat.
11:58am:We reach the classroom. i bashed the door open only to realise the room was occupied by another batch.
12:00noon: Venue:mamm's office
we see maam busy in a conversation with two people.
12:03pm:we beg for forgiveness.All our requests are turned down.Already late for our computer lab evaluation.
12:05pm:We are runnng for our live's and reach the CCCT lab and to our astonishment we find none of our group members there.
12:06pm:get a call from a friend as i try to pick up the cell shuts down(quite dramatic but true).
12:07pm:somehow mange to open the phone and called.venue shifted to lab in electronics lab.
12:08pm:Reach the lab,in the nick of time.
01:05pm:finish the evaluation.
01:07pm:reach the maam's office only to find it closed .
01:08pm:Run up to maam in f block .somehow persuade her to take a re eavaluation test.
01:12pm:evaluation rescheduled to 3:00pm.and we go to lib.
01:15pm:anothe shocker .have a lib debt on me amounting to rs.120,i havn't got a clue of.
01:20pm:get back to hostel took my book.
02:10pm:Went back gave it to the lib. with Rs.180 as fine(Rs.50 as dome bullshit processing fees.scumbags!!!!!!!!)
03:20pm:at last gave the comm skills test.(And the irony is i got a B in comm skills missing it by 1 mark.)
WELL THE DAY WHICH I PREDICTED TO FINISH BY 1o'Clock FINISHED AROUND 3:30.
Wel...............the bedrock reality is "YOU NEVER KNOW".WELL AS I FEEL"WHO GIVES A SHIT."
SONG DEDICATION:BAD DAY BY DANIEL POWTER.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Wazzaaaa!!
We meet many a similar faces everyday, yet still the first thing that pops outta mouth is “Hey! Whazzup!!”….as if we are paranoid to it, sub-consciously. What’s even more wacky is our reply, most often we never say what is actually happening around us. We start to search for that little extra-ordinary to say the least, n if we are not able to spot that lil’ ‘extra’ in that not so ordinary life of ours we feel acerb, a little sour, a little bitter, still we end up saying,“Everything is going gr8 as usual, how about you??”
These things get tossed from one person to another, numerous times a day. A tinge of tartness is all that is required to ruin a brilliant day. But still, it’s more about comforting that other person with your consorting presence. As the tagline of a renowned airline goes, “What I loved was the extra effort you took to make me comfortable.”
So go around n have fun playing with your versions of Wazzaaaa!! n start sharing those smiles of comfort n presence.
Cheers!!
Friday, August 7, 2009
"Who, what etc....."
The most commonly used words. These words reckon in every human being's mind .These words although very small but really big when it comes to life. I wanted to give my oral presentation in the second sem on this topic but i felt that only a few people wud understand this so i decided nt to give my OP on this.
With growth the question pattern changes ..let me elaborate on this (i dunt kno whether this is scientifically proven ,it’s just my viewpoint)
When we are kids we often ask—“what is this ,what is that ,how does thing works ,Why do the stars shine ,What is that person doing ?,When will i grow,Why there are girls and why are they diffent( lol ) and question of these type
Now as we gain knowledge our level of question increases ...we start thinking about people around us..moreover we start thinking about socializing.We think about friends ...like “ what he/she is doing,what will people think when i wear this or that,why is she/she doing that?” etc....
When we have gained enough knowledge to think about our future.....questions like “Is this the right decision ,Am i reaching my goals,What will happen if i don’t do this ,What is the current economy status etc .....
These are some of the questions that revolve in our mind ......these questions are a part of our lives and without them we cant develop, this is what keeps us going....
So guys keep on asking questions...
Thursday, August 6, 2009
The exceptional bro code
Bro Code:
Article 1: Bro's before Ho's
Article 2: A Bro is always entitled to do something stupid, as long as the rest of his Bros are doing it
Article 3: If a Bro gets a dog, it must be at least as tall as his knee when full-grown
Article 4: A Bro never divulges the of the Bro Code to a woman. It is a scared document not to be shared with chicks for any reason...no not even that reason.
NOTE: If you are a woman reading this, first let me apologise: it was never my intention for this book to contain so much math. Second, I urge you to look at this document for what it is-apeice of fiction meant to entertain a broad audience through the prism of stereotypical gender differences. I mean, sometimes it really is like we're from different planets! Clearly, no real person would actually beleive or adhere to the vulgar rules contained within.* Those boots are adorable, b-t-dub.
*Psst-her guys I put this in really small type at the bottom since we all know men have much better vision than women. Ignore the above-the Bro Code is definitely NOT a peice of fiction. I was simply lying to uphold this very article.
Article 5: whether he cares about sports or not, a Bro cares about sports.
Article 6: A /bro shall not lollygag if he must get naked in front of other Nros in a gym locker room
Article 7: A Bro never admits he can't drve stick. Even after an accident.
Article 8: A Bro never sends a greeting card to another Bro.
Article 9: Should a Bro lose a body part due to an accident or illness, his fellow Bros will not make lame jokes such as "Gimmee three!" or "Wow, quiiting your job like that really took a lot of ball". Its still a high five and that Bro still has a lot of balls...metaphorically speaking of course.
Article 10: A Bro will drop whatever he's doing and rush to help his Bro dump a chick.
Article 11: A Bro may ask his Bro(s) to help him move, but only after first discoling an honest estimate on both time commitment and number of large pieces of furnititure. If the Bro has vastly underestimated either, his Bros retain the right to leave his possessions where they are-in most cases, stuck in a doorway.
Article 12: Bros do no share dessert
Article 13: All Bros shall dub one of their Bros his wingman
Article 14: If a chick inquires about another Bro's sexual history, a Bro shall honor the 'Brode of silence' and play dumb. Better to have women think all men are stupid than tell the truth.
Article 15: A Bro never dances with his hands above his head.
Article 16: A Bro should be able, at any time, to recite the following reigning champions: Super Bowl, World Series, and Playmate of the Year
Article 17: A Bro shall be kind and courteous to his co-workers, unless they are beneath him on the Pyramid of Screaming
Article 18: If a Bro spearheads a beer run at a party, he is entitled to any excess monies accrued after canvassing the group
Article 19: A Bro shall not sleep with another Bro's sister. However, a Bro shall not get angry if another Bro says, "Dude, your sisters hot!"
Article 20: A Bro respects his Bros in the m,ilitary because they've selflessly chosen to defend the nation, but mpre to the point, because they can kick his ass sex ways to sunday.
Article 21: A Bro never shares observations about another Bro's smoking-hot girlfriend. Even if the Bro with the hot girlfriend attempts to bait the Bro by saying "she's smoking-hot, huh?" a Bro shall remain silent, because in this situation, he's the only one who should be baiting.
Article 22: There is no law that prohibits a woman from being a Bro.
Article 23 When flipping through TV channals with his Bros, a Bro is not allowed to skip past a program featuring boobs. This includes but is not limited to, exercise shows, womens athletics, and on some occasions surgery programs.
Article 24: When wearing a baseball cap, a Bro may poition the brim at either 12 or 6 o'clock. All other angles are reserved for rappers and the handicapped.
Article 25: A Bro doesnt let another Bro get a tattoo, particularly a tattoo of a girls name.
Article 26: Unless he has children, a Bro shall not wear his cell phone on a belt clip.
Article 27: A Bro never removes his shirt in front of other Bros, unless at a resort pool or the beach
Article 28: A Bro will, in a timely manner, alert his Bro to the existance of a girl fight
Article 29: If two Bros decide to catch a movie together, they may not attend a screening that begins after 4:40pm. Also despite the cost savings, they shall not split a tub of popcorn, choosing instead to procure individual bags.
Article 30: A Bro doesn't comparison shop.
Article 31: When on the prowl, a Bro hits on the hottest chick first because you just never know
Article 32: A Bro doesnt allow another Bro to get married until hes at least thirty
Article 33 When in a public restroom, a Bro (1) stares straight ahead when using the urinal; (2) makes the obligatory comment, "What is this, a chicks' restroom?" if there are more than two dudes waiting to pee; and (3) attempts to shoot his used paper towel into the trash can like a basketball...rebounding is optional.
Article 34: Bros cannot make eye-contact during a Devil's Threeway.
Article 35: A Bro never rents a chick flick
Article 36 DD: When questioned in the company of women, a Bro always decries fake breasts.
Article 37: A Bro is under no obligation to open a door for anyone. If women insist on having their own professional basketball league, then they can open their own doors. Honestly they're not that heavy
Article 38: Even in a fight to the death a Bro never punches another Bro in the groin. When a Bro gets a chicks number, he waits at least ninety-six hours before calling her.
Article 40: Should a Bro become stricken with engagement, his Bros shall stage an intervention and attempt to heal him. This is more commonly known as "a bachelor party."
Article 41: A Bro never cries (Exceptions- Watching Field of Dreams, ET or a sports legend right (only first time he retires))
Article 42: Upon greeting another Bro, a Bro may engage in a high five, fist bump, or a Bro hug, but never a full embrace.
Article 43: A Bro loves his country, unless that country isn't America.
Article 44: A Bro never applies sunscreen to another Bro
Article 45: A Bro never wears jeans to a strip club
Article 46: If a Bro is seated next to some dude who's stuck in the middle seat on an airplane, he shall yield him all of their shared armrest, unlesss the dude has (a) teken his shoes off, (b) is snoring, (c) makes the Bro get up more than once to use the lavatory, or (d) purchased headphones after they announced the in-flight movie is 27 Dresses. See Article 35.
Article 47: A Bro never wears pink. Not even in Europe
Article 48: A Bro never publicly reveals how many chicks he's banged.
Article 49: When asked, "Do you need some help?" a Bro shall automatically respond, "I gotit," whether or not he's actually got it.
Article 50: If a Bro should accidentally strike another Bro's undercarriage with his arm while walking, both Bros silently agree to continue on as if it never happened.
Article 51: A Bro checks out another Bro's blind date and reports back with a thumbs-up or thumbs-down
Article 52: A Bro doesnt listen to chick music...in front of other Bros. When alone, a Bro may listen to, say, a Sarah McLachlan album or two, but only to gain valuable insights into the female psyches, not because he finds her melodies tragically haunting yet curiously uplifting at the same time.
Article 53: A Bro pretends to understand and enjoy cigars
Article 54: No sex with you Bro's ex
Article 1: Bro's before Ho's
Article 2: A Bro is always entitled to do something stupid, as long as the rest of his Bros are doing it
Article 3: If a Bro gets a dog, it must be at least as tall as his knee when full-grown
Article 4: A Bro never divulges the of the Bro Code to a woman. It is a scared document not to be shared with chicks for any reason...no not even that reason.
NOTE: If you are a woman reading this, first let me apologise: it was never my intention for this book to contain so much math. Second, I urge you to look at this document for what it is-apeice of fiction meant to entertain a broad audience through the prism of stereotypical gender differences. I mean, sometimes it really is like we're from different planets! Clearly, no real person would actually beleive or adhere to the vulgar rules contained within.* Those boots are adorable, b-t-dub.
*Psst-her guys I put this in really small type at the bottom since we all know men have much better vision than women. Ignore the above-the Bro Code is definitely NOT a peice of fiction. I was simply lying to uphold this very article.
Article 5: whether he cares about sports or not, a Bro cares about sports.
Article 6: A /bro shall not lollygag if he must get naked in front of other Nros in a gym locker room
Article 7: A Bro never admits he can't drve stick. Even after an accident.
Article 8: A Bro never sends a greeting card to another Bro.
Article 9: Should a Bro lose a body part due to an accident or illness, his fellow Bros will not make lame jokes such as "Gimmee three!" or "Wow, quiiting your job like that really took a lot of ball". Its still a high five and that Bro still has a lot of balls...metaphorically speaking of course.
Article 10: A Bro will drop whatever he's doing and rush to help his Bro dump a chick.
Article 11: A Bro may ask his Bro(s) to help him move, but only after first discoling an honest estimate on both time commitment and number of large pieces of furnititure. If the Bro has vastly underestimated either, his Bros retain the right to leave his possessions where they are-in most cases, stuck in a doorway.
Article 12: Bros do no share dessert
Article 13: All Bros shall dub one of their Bros his wingman
Article 14: If a chick inquires about another Bro's sexual history, a Bro shall honor the 'Brode of silence' and play dumb. Better to have women think all men are stupid than tell the truth.
Article 15: A Bro never dances with his hands above his head.
Article 16: A Bro should be able, at any time, to recite the following reigning champions: Super Bowl, World Series, and Playmate of the Year
Article 17: A Bro shall be kind and courteous to his co-workers, unless they are beneath him on the Pyramid of Screaming
Article 18: If a Bro spearheads a beer run at a party, he is entitled to any excess monies accrued after canvassing the group
Article 19: A Bro shall not sleep with another Bro's sister. However, a Bro shall not get angry if another Bro says, "Dude, your sisters hot!"
Article 20: A Bro respects his Bros in the m,ilitary because they've selflessly chosen to defend the nation, but mpre to the point, because they can kick his ass sex ways to sunday.
Article 21: A Bro never shares observations about another Bro's smoking-hot girlfriend. Even if the Bro with the hot girlfriend attempts to bait the Bro by saying "she's smoking-hot, huh?" a Bro shall remain silent, because in this situation, he's the only one who should be baiting.
Article 22: There is no law that prohibits a woman from being a Bro.
Article 23 When flipping through TV channals with his Bros, a Bro is not allowed to skip past a program featuring boobs. This includes but is not limited to, exercise shows, womens athletics, and on some occasions surgery programs.
Article 24: When wearing a baseball cap, a Bro may poition the brim at either 12 or 6 o'clock. All other angles are reserved for rappers and the handicapped.
Article 25: A Bro doesnt let another Bro get a tattoo, particularly a tattoo of a girls name.
Article 26: Unless he has children, a Bro shall not wear his cell phone on a belt clip.
Article 27: A Bro never removes his shirt in front of other Bros, unless at a resort pool or the beach
Article 28: A Bro will, in a timely manner, alert his Bro to the existance of a girl fight
Article 29: If two Bros decide to catch a movie together, they may not attend a screening that begins after 4:40pm. Also despite the cost savings, they shall not split a tub of popcorn, choosing instead to procure individual bags.
Article 30: A Bro doesn't comparison shop.
Article 31: When on the prowl, a Bro hits on the hottest chick first because you just never know
Article 32: A Bro doesnt allow another Bro to get married until hes at least thirty
Article 33 When in a public restroom, a Bro (1) stares straight ahead when using the urinal; (2) makes the obligatory comment, "What is this, a chicks' restroom?" if there are more than two dudes waiting to pee; and (3) attempts to shoot his used paper towel into the trash can like a basketball...rebounding is optional.
Article 34: Bros cannot make eye-contact during a Devil's Threeway.
Article 35: A Bro never rents a chick flick
Article 36 DD: When questioned in the company of women, a Bro always decries fake breasts.
Article 37: A Bro is under no obligation to open a door for anyone. If women insist on having their own professional basketball league, then they can open their own doors. Honestly they're not that heavy
Article 38: Even in a fight to the death a Bro never punches another Bro in the groin. When a Bro gets a chicks number, he waits at least ninety-six hours before calling her.
Article 40: Should a Bro become stricken with engagement, his Bros shall stage an intervention and attempt to heal him. This is more commonly known as "a bachelor party."
Article 41: A Bro never cries (Exceptions- Watching Field of Dreams, ET or a sports legend right (only first time he retires))
Article 42: Upon greeting another Bro, a Bro may engage in a high five, fist bump, or a Bro hug, but never a full embrace.
Article 43: A Bro loves his country, unless that country isn't America.
Article 44: A Bro never applies sunscreen to another Bro
Article 45: A Bro never wears jeans to a strip club
Article 46: If a Bro is seated next to some dude who's stuck in the middle seat on an airplane, he shall yield him all of their shared armrest, unlesss the dude has (a) teken his shoes off, (b) is snoring, (c) makes the Bro get up more than once to use the lavatory, or (d) purchased headphones after they announced the in-flight movie is 27 Dresses. See Article 35.
Article 47: A Bro never wears pink. Not even in Europe
Article 48: A Bro never publicly reveals how many chicks he's banged.
Article 49: When asked, "Do you need some help?" a Bro shall automatically respond, "I gotit," whether or not he's actually got it.
Article 50: If a Bro should accidentally strike another Bro's undercarriage with his arm while walking, both Bros silently agree to continue on as if it never happened.
Article 51: A Bro checks out another Bro's blind date and reports back with a thumbs-up or thumbs-down
Article 52: A Bro doesnt listen to chick music...in front of other Bros. When alone, a Bro may listen to, say, a Sarah McLachlan album or two, but only to gain valuable insights into the female psyches, not because he finds her melodies tragically haunting yet curiously uplifting at the same time.
Article 53: A Bro pretends to understand and enjoy cigars
Article 54: No sex with you Bro's ex
A lil abt ma roomates
I am nt that much of a blogger but this blog was a joint venture
Zubin and my idea to pen down everything tht happens in our lives
now introducing my roomates
Zubin -The guy with long locks
met this amazing person in the first semester ...a mutual friend introduced me to him.I came to kno he is a download freak and has got one of those MBA passwords which all crave for,i also came to kno tht he has gt good contacts here at Thapar.During the EST's i just transferred some data from his hardrive.Then came the second sem we became good friends.There is one thing abt this guy that he is always online on my gtalk list ,no matter wat happens he is always online. One more thing abt this guy ...girls are jealous of his beautiful hair...lol :P
ok fast forwarding a little bit ...
Second year -The grand first day
we all in the line trying to get a hostel and my condition was such tht i wasnt getting any hostel and i dunno from where his name came to my mind and i asked him along with Manu and Kshitiz to make me as there room mate and they accepted me.
Enuf of Zubin
Manu-The Studd
The star personality of the room....the director of the award winning docu....introducing Manu
Met him in the second semester as he was Kshitiz's room mate.i remember he helped me with SM in the End sems.
As i already mentioned how he accepted me as a roomate ...this man is really a great soul,always ready to help and i never heard a 'NO' from his mouth. A nice chab :)
Kshitiz-The movie freak
Whenever i went to his room in the C hostel i used to see him with his lappy watching a movie.I met this guy in the first sem coz he was my batchie,he is really motivating at times and he also never says 'NO'
this was just a brief intro ....and watever came to mind i wrote it
cheers to C106 :)
Zubin and my idea to pen down everything tht happens in our lives
now introducing my roomates
Zubin -The guy with long locks
met this amazing person in the first semester ...a mutual friend introduced me to him.I came to kno he is a download freak and has got one of those MBA passwords which all crave for,i also came to kno tht he has gt good contacts here at Thapar.During the EST's i just transferred some data from his hardrive.Then came the second sem we became good friends.There is one thing abt this guy that he is always online on my gtalk list ,no matter wat happens he is always online. One more thing abt this guy ...girls are jealous of his beautiful hair...lol :P
ok fast forwarding a little bit ...
Second year -The grand first day
we all in the line trying to get a hostel and my condition was such tht i wasnt getting any hostel and i dunno from where his name came to my mind and i asked him along with Manu and Kshitiz to make me as there room mate and they accepted me.
Enuf of Zubin
Manu-The Studd
The star personality of the room....the director of the award winning docu....introducing Manu
Met him in the second semester as he was Kshitiz's room mate.i remember he helped me with SM in the End sems.
As i already mentioned how he accepted me as a roomate ...this man is really a great soul,always ready to help and i never heard a 'NO' from his mouth. A nice chab :)
Kshitiz-The movie freak
Whenever i went to his room in the C hostel i used to see him with his lappy watching a movie.I met this guy in the first sem coz he was my batchie,he is really motivating at times and he also never says 'NO'
this was just a brief intro ....and watever came to mind i wrote it
cheers to C106 :)
Inauguration Ceremony!!!!!!!!
First post of my life,sure is something.Well, about my pseudonym.........well lets contemplate on it later someday,as of now i am in a drooly eyed state of nothingness staring into the TFT screen not havin a clue what to write. To start with sharing your personal experiences with others is a good way to counter boredom.But as i said in my class presentation "Boredom provides a primordial soup to life's most quintessentially human moments."Well refraining from making the readers bored this is "quintessentially paranoid" signing off.Adios amigos!!!!!!!
A lil' about us...!!!!
Hello! This is no-ordinary blog. This is a 24x7 picture of room c-106 framed with trinkets of fun, enjoyment and friendship. For this is what we do. Put one foot forward and then the other. Lift our eyes to the snarl and smile of the world every morning. We think. We act. We feel. We Rock!! Drag our shadowed crosses into the hope of another nite. Push our brave hearts into the promise of a new day. For so long as fate keeps waiting. We move on. Cheers!!
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