All Along The Watchtower

The candle flickers into darkness
The black engulfs it all
Yet another string cut
Yet another star in the sky.

The drums roll into silence
The final chord is struck
No cheers nor applause follow
Nothing but a promise,
a promise, of tomorrow.

Was it time to lose the magic?
Was it time to extinguish the faith?
Was it enough to kill the memories?
Was it time to kill the pain?

Something i saw outside the Gateway. Really liked it.

THIS MAN is holy. He gets us Cheese Pav Bhaji.

Delicious, sinful Cheese Pav Bhaji.

Ronak at a "do or die" mission to make Pai look cool.

He failed miserably. :P

Mithil. We are so pathetic, that this picture is what we laughed about. For 5 whole minutes.

Seriously.

*snicker*

Well, me.

Aman, with his "WOW!" expression after getting hold of Shagun's iphone.

BEE pracs. Apoorva and Adil. Hating each other. The usual.

My class.

Our Inter dept fest. Was actually fun. Crazy shit.

KRITHIKA!!!


Me- fried after the10 hour non-stop dance practice.

For our freshers.And yes, u read correct.

THE cheese pav Bhaji.

Yet, again.

Adil- looking gay.

Random pic i like. On way back from Shirdi. Notice the rainbow.

Bambole. Our Head of the structural dept.

His name is bambole!!

Ronak, on way to kill workshop incharge. With a verinier calliper.

Not very smart, the boy. :P

Sardar. The man. With THE chart.

Enuf' said.

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Now reading: "Dreams from my father" by Barack Obama

Now listening to: "Yeh tumhari meri baatein" from Rock on!

Now feeling: Sleepy! So very sleepy.

College started. I love it. I love the campus. My campus has a lake! A LAKE! And its so green! UNlike ALL other colleges in Mumbai, let alone engineering ones... well maybe except VJTI and UICT.

But i love it. I like my department. Fun people. Somewhat like my class. Girls are like, normal irritating girls. Few of the guys are ok (Hear that Aman, Ok!).

But I'm really liking it so far. Lab starts next week. So i guess thats when they intend to squeeze the living daylight out of us. You know, take all the joy out of life.

Anyway, a few days before college started, i had to make my pass and stuff. So i was standing in the Q for the counter in Borivili Station. You know, I was alone, so i was being my alone self. Looking around here and there, overhearing amusing conversations, staring at my feet or just letting Coldplay or Norah Jones control all my listening abilities.

I was busy doing all of that, when the counter next to me closed. The huge line which had formed behind it, just vanished into the air in seconds. Another few seconds later, i see this 7-8year old kid, sitting below that counter. And he's all alone. He just quickly comes, sits, looks here and there, and starts amusing himself. Playing with his toes, observing his hands, all amoungst the dirty station floor covered with muck ( it's been raning heavy for the last 2 weeks) , pan masala packets,red pan spits and discarded tickets.

I felt so bad, just seeing him like that. I mean, there is this cute lil 8 yr old kid. He never did anything wrong. It was just in his destiny to be born to some poor lady, who might have just left him somewhere since she might have 3 other mouths to feed.

If he is given the right exposure, he might just grown up to be a great contribution to society. In whichever way. But instead, he just sits on the station floor. Look at all the people around, with the innocence of a child, oblivious to his future. And his future, for all we know, might be in a peadofilic circle, or one of thos huge beggar circle things, and yet another life wasted. Just so easily.

I feel so very lucky at moments like these. When it hits me. That I'm one of those lucky ones who're actually getting their easy life gifted to them in a silver platter. I mean, we still all have our problems, but that's just us being way to selfish.

I come back home, still thinking about the things i saw. I see another kid of my society, of the same age, coming back home after school. Carrying his heavy bag. He'll probably go home, eat a hot meal his mum made, call his friends, play downstairs and then be called back upstairs to listen to his mum whine for him to do his homework. And all he'll want to do is go downstairs and play again. Or watch TV maybe. He wont know the luxury, the care he's in. Neither did I when i was that age.

Just like how neither will that boy in the station know how his life just might have been, if someone cared.

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Now reading : "Unaccustomed Earth" By Jhumpa Lahiri

Now Listening to: "Son of a Preacher Man" By Dusty Springfield

Now feeling : Tired..So very tired.

It's that time of the year again.
Its the time when the umbrella's are out, there is muck all over, tree's seem exceptionally green, people curse their wet jeans.
Ah. How i love the monsoons.

Have been out for the past few days due to admission stuff. And i couldn't love it more. Travelling in the rain, drops of water ( or LSD according to Pavithra) on my face, smelling the earth. It just makes me so happy. I don't even mind the wet jeans, the soggy papers or the muck in my shoes.
(People are STILL wearing Osho's in the rain! Ugh!)


Whenever it starts raining, I'm a 7year old kid again. I'll do ANYTHING to get out and dance in the rain. To sing and splash water on my friends.
And after which, i come home, take a hot shower and just sit next to the window, with a book, a blanket and cup of coffee. It is very gratifying.


More people should enjoy the monsoon the way it is. It sucks when people around you keep complaining about it.

That's the view from my home. It's raining. Isn't it just lovely?

*sigh*

Its been a good 5 days since i became a "Free bird".



You know, all exams finally done with. No tension. No curfew.No alarm clocks. After a good 2 years.

And 2 days into my newly acquired "Free bird" status, i become "Free bird down. Broken wing."



I now sit at home with a gigantic bump on my head, bruises all over my body( which are actually purple ,red and black), and my right leg's calf muscles twice their original size.



Just to get things cleared, i was not in a brawl over a guy/boy bands/brands i wear/anything pink.

I was in a sort of accident, which was so idiotic, it makes me cry.



I am now at home with a gigantic leg, barely able to move lest I hurt myself, watching old movies , doing random stuff on the net and cursing the heat. Sheesh. Its so very sad.

All this while my friends are out going for lunches, movies, IPL matches, shopping et al.

Boy, do i feel special.



Guess its just me, my leg/bump, ice pack and Shantaram.





P.S- I'm liking the book. I'm barely through the first 100 pages. But i like. Its good.