I>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

One soul is happy meeting and catching up with long (not-really) lost friends in cousins at an uptown pub. Good food and no drinks ,they don't need no sarcasm.

Another soul longs to get back to the land where its mate lies, also forwards its ticket to one of its friends.

One soul is distraught when it has to break down, lack of harmony in life has left it disturbed.

One soul has obliged family and given the best possible gift, it's time!

One soul is apologetic about not being able to keep a promise made, they are meant to be broken, no rules them aye!

Another bunch of four souls meet and gripe over coffee at a coffee place in the city. They play scrabble with lacunae which bridges silence and score over the shock value. Realise that 'hows work?' is a cliche and deserves nothing but 'work is worship' in retort/reply. Also the guitar, 'beat it'.
Consensus: the antonym of 'nag-punch-me' is 'nag-don't-punch-me' and not 'tabu-kiss-me'.roflololol.

Another soul which has seen all of these decided it would write about it.

Maybe its just dying to breathe in these abundant skies.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/valleydayz/

How much ever I rant out shit on making others believe that am so much not like million other girls/women/womenfolk they met till date,I don't mind confessing:

I might like glancing,looking,staring,self appreciatingly gleaming at myself into the mirror.


So much for the self-obsession. I heard them call it narcissism.

I wanted to write about you.
Moments, those spent, though not few.
I look up into the sky and it's a beautiful hue.
Each and every thought feels new.
I wish there was a template for limerick so I don't have to contemplate


Betwixt and amongst,
There's a thin line:strawberry,alpine,mint
So much for the said
And I whine, nothing to do with lose threads and fine print.
I always try to fit as many syllables into the last line as ever possibly I can.

Oh they can give wonderful company over several sweet-nothings.Also,not-so-sweet-nothings.
They can give chilled beer on a hot summer afternoon a run for its money.
They will make you butt of few jokes and make you laugh your gall out for the rest.
They will make you regret you poured out to them on one of those not-so-rainy-nights lol.


All it takes is what,I don't know.To touch that connecting chord,to cross Himalayas and grow 'grass'(off-course) on the gangetic plains of their hearts.

Sometimes sulking.Sometimes praising.
Sometimes singing the pun, rest of the time,being a reason for our fun!
Sometimes a smirk.Sometimes a smile.
And for them,you know why you go that extra-mile.

Have you found such?
Friends for life?

i)Chennai-1
ii)Chennai-1
I know,its amazing to find the modern/post-modern and primitive 'elements' juxtaposed in reality.What you get is a good picture if you managed to capture enough of awe.With enough of awe.
iii)The third is an extra-ordinary woman whose feelings run deep.


So to all the people who have been following my journal with religious fervor,thanks!
And What's been happening with me?
Life.In the present continuous tense.

So,never promise something,anything that you cannot deliver.

You'l be too embarrassed to even run for the cover!


Embarrassingly yours,
Me.

This, I call a journal entry, one if I did keep and would have kept, someone else could have called it a diary as well.

So all the while I keep getting back to present and do contemplate on future, although not as often as my mom and dad want me to(sad,no?), I keep meeting myself.

And when I did the last time, this is how it felt like:

i)Still laugh about the Major session at YOCS when Arun declared his topic:"Is Human being merely an Orgasm in the society?' and bit his lip and corrected himself and sait it ain't Orgasm but Organism!

ii)Wished Krishnaja Yesterday over mail,it read this:
Happy Birthday to you
Happie budday to yuuu
Yappie b'day to dear Kittu
Happi birthdayy to yu!
(All in chorus) :D

She gave me feedback and said it made her laugh. Well :D

iii)And I thought the migratory birds I had for friends are going to scale great heights, although their heights are nothing official about it to mention sorts(buhahaha), all I see on their Gtalk as status messages are:
Deepa(at GerogiaTech):Dedicated Underachiever
Venky(in Netherlands):Talks about Toilet Gyan(With a lot of passion that I could say is only not palpable.Aye!)

iv)A common friend who came shopping with me and sis and saw us through and through of it at Numaish, said he totally loved it all because he thought we(I and sis) shopped like a husband and wife.Huh :-S
...Must have been this:
Sis:See, am sure you'l like it better than whatever you chose.Just listen to me, will you?
Me:Scratches head in mind's eye.Scratches her sisters head as well.Says:Well, alright! you either take a call or let me do the honors.

v)Farhan said in his Major evaluation last week and it made me smile when he acknowledged that my speech conveyed through the unsaid a lot more to whatever has been said.

vi)Valley highly recommends chocolate donut at Ofen, also at sarovar beside British Library. She also recommends the company. Sinyasi if you could afford to be lucky, sanyasi for the unfortunate.

I realise that as time passes by,we should be ready for the moment when the curtain might fall. Also be able to read between the lines of the script of this frigging life. It sucks anywhich way.

I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed

So if you feel stupid and contagious, all I have to say is,'' Hello,How low!'

Which one's a better feeling?

The one you think you are in love with,saying you are the centre of their Universe!
or
Dad telling Mom when you pass him by in the living room that he thinks he has a beautiful daughter in you!

Ask me:Both are good! :D

Recent Observation:
The moment you sit in class and the class begins(whatever,whichever one, that) and you not-that-very instinctively but very naturally understand if he/she can maketh or is a good teacher or no.
More so if you are/were a teacher at one or the other point of time in life.
I was.I were.I am.

And when you speak to that teacher,you realise what they could be:
Mentor.Muse.Mermaid.

I've been through that.
You?

Not crazy,just unwell,me.