Thursday, November 1, 2007

A thought......

I cudn't imagine myself writing poems such as these....But plagiarism pays...
so heres a copied poem i liked....though i did not dare to find out who wrote it...:d

Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you
Do you ever wanna runaway?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on turned up so loud
But no one hears you screaming

No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels all right
You don't know what it's like
To be like me

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
But no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

Do you wanna be somebody else?
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more?
Before your life is over
Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With their big fake smiles and their stupid lies
While deep inside you're bleeding!!

No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels all right
You don't know what it's like
To be like me....


Tuesday, July 17, 2007

My Xperience wid BLOGGING...

Not a long time since i first created this blog.Actually it was the curiosity of finding out what attracted so many people towards it which made me do this.And almost a month has passed but i m still trying to figure it out.Here's what i concluded after hours of thinking....

May be its d pleasure of seeing your point of view and experiences printed all across the screen that excites so many people.After all, who doesn't like enforcing his views on others, and that too,when he has the choice of either listening(or rather reading) or completely ignoring the others point.At the same time, it helps in a way, that different people can express their thoughts on a particular subject.Recently,there was an article in the TOI about blogging and it said blogging helps evolve citizen journalism.Not that i disagree,but this is only true as long as it does not add to d confusion(which it usually does) and there's atleast one extremely patient person who cud read all those different points of views!!!And I don't wish to believe that there are people in this world who have such spare time so as to read what happened to a dumbass on the evening of 30th of july,2003 when he was on a visit to $%#&$ in Africa!!!

Then, there's a lot of exciting things that cud be done on your blog like the VisualDNA widget(working overhead) that i picked up from some unsuspecting blogger.But again, to discover these funky things, u need a lot of wela time and patience(Ahh!!! not again!!!!) or maybe, plain simple luck.Have a 40,000+ people got that kind of time or luck, to enjoy blogging????

As told earlier,not a long time since i first started blogging and my profile visits shows that 30 odd people have already visited it.Well, i know that 20 out of those 30 wud be my own hits...when there's nobody online on orkut and i ve got nothing else to do.But still, I can't imagine who the remaining 10 people are,who cared to visit a dumb Blog as this.Bored, carefree net surfers is what i can only think of.

So, this topic keeps baffling me whenever i think of my Blog.Maybe i ll have some insight into it as time goes by.And some time from now, whenever i m bored, exhausted,fed up of every day life, this Blog is where u ll find me, with my own donation to the ever increasing internet junk!!!

PS: If u have read d whole of the bullshit pasted above and are still continuing to do so, welcome to the world of WELA Bloggers.....Enjoyyyy!!!!!!!

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Rain,Raining,Rained...Manipal III

There's a small pathway going down towards those mountains passing through those jungles obviously...and thats what i was going to follow today....

Small rain drops kept falling on the top of our hill (thats where our college is located ...if u wish!!!) only to coalesce to form bigger drops and then small streams running down along the road from the top, taking with it stones and pebbles,some big some small,at nature's beck and call. As the amount of rainfall grew,so did the volume of water in these streams...which wud then go on to become bigger and bigger....sometimes, forming new channels to go down by the shortest route, and sometimes just following the broken gutters that were supposedly made for this purpose.

Well, these small streams would then meet streams coming in from other directions to form Rivulets (thats what they are called....i think...) and keep growing in size....only to meet the river flowing somewhere in the midst of the jungles in the valley below...and then follow the river to finally end its journey in the sea...losing all its might...that it seemed to be so proud of, just some time ago!!!

And if u cud be a bit imaginative and philosophical,u wud realise, this is d way LIFE goes on as well....beginning as small kids,unknown to the world around,trying to learn new things,meeting new friends...and moving ahead all along...facing new problems every moment,sometimes moving on paths behind others and sometimes creating new ways to guide ourselves over them,only to lose ourselves into the abyss of the unknown the sea!!!!

Anyways, I had lost myself somewhere in those thoughts and did not realise, that i had moved more than a couple of miles ahead on d path that i had choosen some time ago.The path kept going up and down like a roller coaster with small huts and fields randomly placed along it.But sadly enuf, there wasn't the Haunted house to be seen anywhere. What i did find, were haunted Jungles all around me.....Jungles haunted by the unwanted human presence,that is.

It had still been drizzling and i had started feeling cold. The sun too, had started towards its journey to the other part of the world giving the sky a pink peach orange hue that, sadly for me, suggested the time to return back. So,back to my own cottage it was, to finally pack up bags to be taken on a different kind of journey later that night....a journey that wud take 24 hrs in the train:)

Sunday, July 8, 2007

Rain,Raining,Rained...Manipal II

So, the last day of the sem(actually, d day after d supposed to be d last day of d sem) had set in.The atmosphere was laden wid cud rain ne time....and the way rains in manipal are,i knew,it wudn't stop for a while.Neways...i had other things to worry about.....and packing those things that were strewn around was d biggest of them...

It started off slowly..putting in some things into a box then thinking of taking it home.....removing it frm d box....dumping it back on d bed frm where it had been picked up just a while ago.Thats how i pack my bags....and believe me,thats one of d best ways to pass a day when u r alll alone wid all ur friends already on their way back....

Well,huffing and puffing,I sumhow managed to pack all dat stuff into d boxes....and then dump them in d hostel common rooms as well.Thats when i realised...i had completed all of it before time(for a chnge!!!)....and i had the whole of evening before me to pass....

Wid nothing else left in my room,I decided to take a stroll had just stopped raining, and there was a coool evening breeze blowing.Walking slowly, thinking about all those things to be done when i reached HOME, i managed to reach KC.But sadly enuf,KC..... thats normally so vibrant and "happening", looked barren and lonely just today...there were a few Fukkas hurrying and scampering around wid thier luggage...but dat sight made me feel all d more lonely.Anyways,with a hearrt as heavy as d moisture laden winds, i sat down on the basketbal court and looked around.And there....just beyond our campus boundary wall...there stood the huge dominating mountains like another wall (enclosing dark forests within them)..looking green and majestic and luring as usual.

Suddenly, stories of there beeing a Haunted House somwhere in the midst of those forests came back to me.,Actually, I had heard a lot about a haunted house in the jungles somewhere and I being d adventurer dat i was immediately decided what i was going to search for, that evening.In the meanwhile,it had begun to drizzle again....but it just wasn't enuf to dampen my spirits now.Excited,motivated,anxious and more....i moved on towards a journey that was going to stay in my memory for a lifetime....

Rain,Raining,Rained...Manipal I

As is d case wid all great things...this day too began wid a small dream.......just dat, in d end, there wasn't nething great about on.....

It was a beutiful day.....Grey clouds dotted d sky here and there and the sun, having risen just a few minutes ago, was playing hide and seek...and seemed to be enjoying it as well.A perfect day to be out on a picnic,one wud imagine....And then, we were having our own kind of fun....playing cricket in our colony premises.

The pitch was soggy, the bat somehow managed to stay in one piece after each shot, and d ball looked like a ball...(from a few angles,that is..)Obviously, the toss wud play a crucial role in such conditions.....and luckily, my team won it.....we batted for some time ...gave them a nice total to chase...and was our chance to field.i being the dumbest fielder,was as usual,sent to the boundary wall to sit and watch.(not that i hated it a bit!!!)but then, something happened...i found myself running after the balll...trying to stop it from crossing the small wall that marked our boundary and the colony premises as well.And as u wud have imagined, failed!!!!The ball,having found its freedom,chose to splash itself right into the middle of a puddle created by last nights rain and it was my duty to somehow retrieve it.As i tried stooping over the water, to try and get the ball out using my long hands....i somehow lost my balance and found myself right in d middle of a mess ...

Well,it took some time for me to realise that it wasn't exactly d kind of mess that i was expected to be in...This was my Room....wid all things thrown around...waiting to be packed into boxes....and kept into the hostel common rooms.....

Gud Mornin!!!!!!!!!!!