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

Friends on my mind. Chemical Engineers, Loads of Techies, Writers, Scientists, Philosophers, Management Science students,Social Workers, Doctors, Lawyers, Teachers, Accountants, Designers, Directors, students(with a pun). Talk about Diversity.


Off-note, one-of-those Random Conversations:

I watched Wake-up Sid with a good,great friend of mine.
Me:I've been told that Konkana Sen Sharma on screen reminded them of me :-%(some complicated expression)
Him:(Smiles smug) Wake-up Valli! (heh-heh)

I took a Head-Count of Racists in the Family at Sisters Wedding.
And I fainted for the second time in my life(as Aravind Adiga would have said it)!

College Humor Originals: Honest Graduation Song.
YouTube video spoofs on Hitler
Monty Pythons Family Circus tidbits:Dirty Fork and Merchant Banker
DJ Yahel on Devotion.Trance.No Dance.
One Bollywood Song.
The Beatles Anthology-5,6.


Wishful Mullings/Indulgences of an Insomniac.
More of British,Anyday. Or Night! :D

I just rewrote the registry entry and modified the driver.ini file so that it believes my new Chinese webcam is made by HP.
LOL!
It worked.
ROFL!


Dumb Vista.

"The Invitation” by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon…
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live
or how much money you have
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It dosen’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here
I want to know if you will still stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back

It dosen’t interest me where or with whom
you have studied
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
When all else falls away

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments
--
:)

Since I get to hear,' You drive so well,how long have you been driving your car around?'...every other time I take on the stearing!
I've decided it could be my plan B if nothing works out as a career option.

And as long as I am in Hyderabad,shouldn't be a problem.I know these locations:
ISB,Gachibowli,Malakpet,Nallakunta,Patancheru,BHEL,DK Road,Sainikpuri,Safilguda,KundanBagh,SriNagarColony,Kukatpally,Malkajgiri,VijayaNagarColony,Shamirpet,LbNagar

I even know the connecting route to Habsiguda from that LB Nagar Nagole route.Also Dhoolpet :P
So I guess I could drive one of those Cabs and manage living when joblessness descends on my head.

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.