All Along The Watchtower

So yea, I'm the latest victim of the wallet flicking spree in college.
Contents of my brilliant greenish blue wallet ( Which was btw the prettiest wallet in all the land) :
Our infamous college id, railway id and a recently acquired 3 months Ist class pass, Airtel Sim card, and part of my bus ticket collection.

The pain. The pain that follows after fully realising the depth of the situation is nothing short of heartbreak , a parents emotional blackmail, and menstrual cramps combined.

What i now know, is that if you lose the non laminated, pathetic little piece of paper in a plastic cover which our college dares to call an id, you need to lodge an F.I.R at the police station , get something called N.C and then run around college for another day to get a duplicate "id".

I have been making rounds of college and police station for the last 2 days now ( I have been spotted on various occasions with a dazed expression on peoples faces, yes) . Just to feed all the massive ego's , overcome their laziness and and fully understand power craze amongst the SPCE college staff and the Maharashtra police.

So apparently, Dr.Cox was right.

"People are NOT chocolates. They are nothing but bastards, with a bastard coating and a soft bastard filling"

I hate it when Dr.Cox is right.

"Our country is changing". As if.
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Now Reading: "Maximum City" by Suketu Mehta
Now listening to: "Incense and Peppermints" by Strawberry Alarm Clock
Now feeling: Nothing with a hint of aggression.







LATER ADDED ON 11th FEB, 2009:
I found a few chocolate people( Read: SPCE peons) who found me my stolen wallet back! So I'm all smiles now. ( Trying to ignore the fact that i spend 1000 bucks, have 2 train id's and friendship with the sub inspector at the D.N.Nagar Police Station)
Hurrah! Let there be cheese for all! :)

Spending time with parents can be fun.
It's hard to register them as people. People who were somewhat like us some 25 odd years back.
People who thought, talked, behaved like us. People who we might have just been friends with.

You never really know them unless you talk. And listen. Really listen.


Don't know why people don't do it often?
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Now feeling: Very very full after a huge bowl of Maggi
Now reading: Papillon by Henri Charrière
Now listening to: 'Be here to love me' by Norah Jones

A bruised hand,
a silent tear.

A broken hope,
a faded dream.

The night sky,
the morning glaze.

Thoughts,
words,
music.


All have given away to haze, haven't they?


A dejected spirit,
a lost sanctity.

A helping hand,
anyone?

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.