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November 22, 2009

Me

What's in a name? A rose by any other name, Smells just as sweet. What's on my mind? A blank space in any other place, Looks just as white. What's within my heart? Love freely given by anyone, Feels just as great.

November 20, 2009

Unrequited Questions

Where are you? Where have you been all my life? Where will you hide when you have run out of places? When the only haven is my heart. How far away are you? Can't you hear me calling out? Will you turn away everytime I try to catch your eye? For so long we've stayed apart. Do you wish to forget me? Do you choose to ignore my unspoken plea? Do you want to pretend you never knew me? Then I shall play my part. When shall the time come? When will you be wrapt in my arms? When will I be able to whisper those sweet nothings? And not be paid back with a dart. Who are you? How will I know when I finally find you? How will I ever tell you how much you mean to me? Ere I depart.

November 12, 2009

Since the last post...

Found at last: GTA - Vice City game. One of the guys in the hostel had a working copy of the game. Though not the complete game. This one just has the missions. No music. It feels like riding a bike at neckbreaking speed on a conveniently empty road on a glorious day with earplugs on. The joy of being able to marinate in the game is short-lived. No mind-boggling soundtrack that endeared Tommy Vercetti's world to me. A hollow victory for all the years of searching. Exams are 'round the corner. Once again. This time, the dark cloud of a CAT also looms overhead. Then there's the constant headache of a project dully echoing in the back of my head. A bleak immediate future for me and my blog. Mari gave me a copy of Photoshop CS4. "Damn good!", he says. I install it and as usual, no activation key. Photoshop seems to be destined to not be installed on my laptop for more than the trial period of a month. Puppy has to submit his lab records tomorrow. True to his self, he started on it today. Last I heard from him, he had 6 more print-outs to take. That was at 5 P.M. Last sunday, a whole bunch of us went on a cycling trek. Puppy, as usual, came on his bike, looking all cool and impressive with a bomber jacket on. It was a soggy, sorry excuse for a day, that one. I lost count of the number of times I got soaked. Rain kept beating down on us for all the 28 kms we cycled to reach our destination - T.K. Falls (don't bother asking for the full-form. I don't know myself). As a weight-reducing measure, my bicycle has no mudguards. By the time, we'd reached the waterfall, it looked to me like I was trying to make a fashion statement with my back, backpack and shorts looking like they were covered in leopard-print motifs. Two hours of being drenched under the waterfall and we headed back. We stopped at a dhaba for a really late lunch. Needless to say, we dredged up a 4-figure bill. Twelve hours since I'd left my room, I was back in. My clothes and backpack went straight into the washing machine. My water-logged shoes and myself went straight to the bathroom where I scrubbed the shoes and then myself. My body hurt in places I didn't know existed for the next 2 days. But it was worth it. I think. Perfect Melange had her first gig tonight. Her band played "64" club. I couldn't go. But I was there while they practised at least. I should ask her if they got booed off stage. I hope not. Perfect deserves a standing ovation. I clap after each performance and she thinks I'm being sarcastic. Silly girl! Oh, I think her band is called "The Inside Joke". I'm a man on a mission right now. Mission: Rip out parts of the audio in Southpark's "Whale Wars" episode and remaster them to get Eric Cartman's version of "Poker Face". Wish me luck.