those days were so very nice...a hippie was so very lost... yet he didn't bother ...there was no need...
he knew that at the end of the tunnel...he is gonna be greeted with a small pit-stop and yet another tunnel of confusion will begin...somewhere on his journey he would meet many souls who will be faking seeking salvation...and trying to escape reality....
in my heart - moby
Lord I want
To be up
In my heart
Be
Ohh
Just in my heart, oh Lord
Just in my heart, oh Lord
as the clock ticked...pages were flipped... hippie... on one flat Tyre...continued to seek the most comfortable numb position with a maximum angle....to drool...over her..
if you know that the 180 mins after the next 60 odd mins are going to be the one where the mind can be gang raped...you might well enjoy the first 60 mins....(its as simple as you want it to be) . . and there is no god who would be actually coming down on earth to prove his existence by risking his own life...
the sexy frame of reference that helped him cut fruitless hours was to eclipse...the shortcut was fixed...there was just one hurdle... i knew i would pray through those tunnels of confusion...that the hurdle should pull back the sexy frame of reference ..and superimpose it on staying abck in the country...she could be the binding glue ....and help me drive me out of the tunnels....
and then there was nowhere to go...but the exam hall . ..and nothing to do... but Stare !! she was melting my heart !!
after 15 mins ..the melting stopped...the re-resurrection of the soul began...
after 180 mins...there was a lot of noise...i tried ..but i dint try enough...i didt try hard...it was where we parted...
most of the faces i was not too see again..because i know...no matter how educated we were to become..social networking was not to bite every1 ...there was no networking in the first place....
from there the bunch of tanks and fighter jets were to refuel...so we rush...and that was it.... the green dress was too remain in the heart and the memories were the only thorns to be protecting it.....
(wadhwani, amar, 10, burhan, jain, submarine, wine, v-pull, neeraj, deshgande)
8 is the number that didnt surprise me..when the result was out... it was a boon...it gave me hope...dildaar must be the one who deposited 8 in my favor coated with hope and better luck next time...
outside wadhwani and a dead body waited....the black vehicle took the deadbody away for postmortem... while the rest were lost in the wilderness of the EI...
i still have not heard from wadhwani ....he is still alive...and not in jail...(hope so)
over the next few months...windows messenger was the gateway ....i keep sending signals "i am so very lost into you..help me forget the pain...and derive energetic inspiration out of virtually nonexistence".... 59 is not a bad result out of it.....both in digital signal processing and EI . . what a relief ...
as the years passed...the submarine rose...and the sexy frame got sexier (beautiful too) and unexceptionally smarter... and now life continues...she continues to be a unconventional source of inspiration.... all she needs to do is not ignore .....be a friend....
life was taking a drastic turn and the submarine was sinking...and all it needed was a anchor...and a radar that worked... and a wake up call for the Captain who was in tunnels....seeking salvation....
happy birthday to dear J....you were and will be a life saver :)
if was too dedicated a song.....it would be... (pearl jams black would be too emotional and romantic :P)
Light years - pearl jam
I've used hammers made of wood
I have played games with pieces and rules
I have deciphered tricks at the bar
But now you're gone, I haven't figured out why
I've come with riddles, and jokes about war
I figured out numbers and what they're for
I've understood feelin's and I've understood words
But how could you be taken away?
And where ever you've gone, and where ever we might go
It don't seem fair, today just disappeared
Your light's reflected, now
Reflected from afar
We were but stones, your light made us stars
With every breath, awakened regrets
Back pages and days that only could've been spent
Together, but we were, miles apart
Every inch between us becomes light years now
No time to be void, or save up on life
Oh, you gotta spend it all
And where ever you've gone, and where ever we might go
It don't seem fair, you seem to like it here
Your light's reflected now
Reflected from afar
We were but stones, your light made us stars
And where ever you've gone, and where ever we might go
It don't seem fair, today just disappeared
Your light's reflected now
Reflected from afar
We were but stones, your light made us stars.
"peace"
raKH05041982
