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Creating new memories Living new dreams Far from the maddening crowd Insulated from the screams. Caustic indifference Stoic reverence Shared parts Illusionary from start. Playing new symphony Exhuming all nook and cranny Coz around this time It all will be mine...

I wake up All groggy eyed yester was a nightmare Personified. I live today Keeping mental buzz at bay Feel living is a nightmare Only to sleep in pain And watch it over yet again.

O nce upon a time, there was a little boy. So far that he remembered, he had always been little. Everyone was good to him. Well, almost everyone, except for that little nasty boy of the neighbour's...who once took the bat from him forcefully while it was rightfully his turn to play the ball. He cried a lot that day. But he had a loving mother, who always taught him how he has to accept that facts. That neighbour's boy was large and more powerful than he was, so he had to just ignore him. But he never took a word of it. He thought, he could be smart and make this boy pay. It is always the good people who win in the end. Ofcourse. His Moral Science book said that. He was good at studies, chubby little boy of ours. And oh, his name was John. Just an ordinary boy, who thought world is essentially a good place to live in. Else, why would have God put him there? There are a few miscreants here and there, but they will eventually learn. He will make them learn. And he was happy. He lo...

I had gone to my mamji's place for a few days during my summer vacations. I was in class 2. As I was about sleep, mamiji came to me and asked me if I had seen a Globe. I hadn't. She said that she would gift it to me on my birthday. And I wondered before falling sleep that night, how good a thing it would turn out to be. I was already letting my horses go wild on her description of the globe...It is the size of a football [so we can play with it right?]..yes..you can enjoy it..it has all the countries of the world on it [arre...how is that possible?]..and all that. I had a round ball in a square box waiting for me on my birthday. I opened it..and found that the round thing was clipped to some sort of a metal at an angle. I felt bad about it, nevertheless, I decided to take a close look at it. That turned out to be the fuel to stroke my fire. Those were my very first steps towards liking my geography in the coming years at school. I liked to compare country sizes, ocean sizes, ...

एक और सुहानी शनि की सुबह, पर था उस दिन मुझपर शनि भरी, परीक्षण में आ रही थी मनहूस भौतिक विज्ञान सारी. कैसे बयान करूँ मैं तुमको अपनी मानसिक स्थिति, जब मैंने प्रतिबिम्ब में देखी मोमबत्ती खड़ी उल्टी. और बिजली के तो क्या कहने, किस तार से कितनी बहे, यह तो खुदा भी न जाने. अणुओं को गिनते-गिनते मैं हुआ बदहाल, उनका अर्ध-जीवन निकालते-निकालते उतर गयी मेरी बाल की खाल. तरंगों के मिश्रण ने दिया मेरे नादान चक्षुओं को दोखा, कहीं से दिखी छोटी सी गेंद तो कहीं से फल तरबूज़ का. चुम्बक ने भी मेरी अतिक्षीण बुद्धि पर किया प्रहार, दायाँ हस्त शासन बायाँ हस्त शासन, भुला डाला सब कुछ मेरे यार! हे राम! यदि तुम मेरी दरख्वास्त सुनते हो, तो एक छोटा सा रहम करो, कृपया भौतिक विज्ञान को इस जहान से उठा लो. P.S. After much apprehension, I have put up one of my Hindi compositions out here..This was written way back in 2003, when I used to love the intricate nature of Physics..enjoy! :)

Woah! I am back!!! OK..enough of the terminator style entry[am actually showing my clean even white teeth to the screen now]. This one comes after 15 excruciatingly long days for those who love to read my blog(don't tell me you exist...you need to be an elf to love my blog and elves don't exist..do they? those big teeth again..yea..right..those ones only ;) ) Bloody good winters have finally arrived in Gurgaon (I was kinda waiting for them this time around). (Don't you dare even notice that full stop being put in the wrong place!) It is technically 16th December, 2007, 0052 hours (I know I know...hours first then date...but my blog entry, I will do it my way..WTF). So, I have an MBA entrance today...and all I am doing here is, spoiling my punctuation skills. So what is the point of writing all this random stuff? let (L is deliberately written as l) us see if this one at all leads to a so called POINT. My feet are all chilled, despite the socks and my sandals. Hands are all ...

Always taught to be sweet and kind, To love with heart and think with mind. Groomed to be good people we are, Sowed with dreams of galaxies and stars. Led to lead without fear and retribution, To respect every institution. Humility were told is the virtue to imbibe, No gain one gets without hard work n strive. Justice prevails and things happen well, Alas, it all crumbles, when a chicken borns after breaking the shell.