Carnival of Яust !

I heal under the open sky
I look at the bird soaring high
Rusted, bruised and devoured
Often wondering about time, people and life
About feelings, thoughts, situations.

I watch movies of different genres
I sing songs without knowing the lyrics
I talk things that confuse even me
Realizing that the mind has immense force
The creator of every need & the whole thought.

I feel educated to the minimum level
To survive, live and breathe for heaven
I have parts working in proper order
Only to deceive me at times of polar.

I question myself and seek an answer
I share thoughts with people unknown
I get ideas but no clear reason
I sense the same ole confusion.

No path is the correct path
No colour is the right colour
No answer is right enough
No discussion gives a justifying verdict
No Logic is convincing forever

I thought for a long while
I found my answer in the common cry
Out of the cocoon the cells shouted
Happiness is what we desire
To be loved and to be free at all times.

(Inspired by the movie: Into the Wild)

Common Sense.

An Obituary printed in the London Times - Interesting and sadly rather true.

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
- Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
- Why the early bird gets the worm;
- Life isn't always fair;
- and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;
I Know My Rights
I Want It Now
Someone Else Is To Blame
I'm A Victim
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

ummm... I liked da piece of ..

The November Song

Last yr:

They say that life is an ellipse.. its not straight, its not round.. We had a similar path this trimester.. supposedly the sportmester.. Everyone is jovial n rejuvenated.. lotza gung ho around!
‘ Hey whenz da match?’ seems to be the common anthem this month..Previously we had’nt seen the morning sun even durin da examz.. but we r on da ground to watch the daybreak n to play cricket with drizzles of water soothing our sportive spirits.Many of us have clinched some coveted companies durin da summer process.. or some companies were good enough to clench coveted students… for the rest dere r gud dayz ahead…

The sprightliness is awesome for dese Mba dayz.. all r relaxed n living their instinctive lives..I guess Innovation needs this kind of ambience ..again novel things r yet to be seen..

We watched some of the good movies together n some dearest ones in our own comfort.. ‘The Illusionist’ proved that everything was a delusion..’Phonebooth’ boosted our morale.. ‘Feast of Love’ gratified me ….n the ‘New world’…. just made me revalue Colin Farrell! I am a maniac to see some of the beauteous hollywood movies .. nice story plot.. enough matter for the grey cells n heart.. nice method of story-telling and the presence of god-like actors n carnal deities!

In some remote sense only SRK compeers them.. A toast to him on his birthday from an ardent fan !
‘The infectious enthusiasm and the bundles of energy that this man exudes could easily serve a lesson for many youngsters today’…. Damn Ryt!!

The moments n the joys’ll be refilled!

This yr:

Things have changed. Topsy-turvy is an understatement. Last year at this point of time, I was relaxing and reiterating my Manipal days. The song was load, the thoughts were bold, and the time was easy.

oops.. MBA.. I guess I am graduating at a weird time. The banks have fallen, the placement scenario is not very peppy and the minds are unrest. Talks at every corner and the common link : Placement.

Engrossed in my college work, which includes lugubriously mailing habits, talks with more number of people, attending phone calls at times when I am in wrong positions at inconvenient places and analysing the college Budget, I am unable to give time to myself. May be I am missing a Sunday sleep, a saturday party and a Monday Bunk. I hope I could stay off from the laptop as my eyes have not been cooperative these days. The schedule is so horrible that I take a longer time in choosing classes than attending them. People around add to the stress levels , the unadulterered fun is missing. The talks have the common threads, the novelty has vaporised.

I feel a lil dull.. a lil bored.. a lil tired and a lil S%&$#...

au revoir,

A tired mortal