Nothing....

Break-down.... melt-down.... movies.... lost marbles.... phizoooomm..... kabooooommmmm...... aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..........

Not Cool !!!!

MBA, a three letter acronym is a world unto itself; How similar it is to another three lettered word that changes the course of history of worlds - "WAR".

Apart from the obvious vowel that they share, there is also the quality that changes the lives of people to whom the three lettered euphemism for hell happened. 

Yes, it "happens" to people and I’ll be very lucky to take a step out of the hamster wheel in between and steal a glance outside the cage (and turn green on seeing the beautiful seagull flying over the Bay of Fundy, towards the ocean with grace and purpose). 

Assignments are like flak targeting you, and you have to perform brutally insane acrobatics to give yourself a fair chance of out-maneuvering them. And then, if you did manage to fly out of their range with a decent C+ by serendipity or miraculous slip-up by the pets (bless them for keep the faculty in a perennial good mood) , a swarm of enemy aircraft show up on you radar. At first, they look like harmless flies that you imagine you can swat away. Yes, the finals, presentations, reports; they look like they are so far away that if you talk about them, you can be sure to get a laugh or two – even from the group of morbid faces logging into blackboard to submit the assignments as soon as they are posted. But they keep getting bigger and bigger, looming nearer and nearer, and one fine morning, pufff!!! they start exactly a month from today!!!!!

You cannot escape enemy fire; no matter how deep your trenches are, even if you manage to get yourself into the vanguard, the V2 missiles - Quizzes - are falling like snow in December, all over the land. The **** has hit the fan, its showering ugly D’s and F’s.  

As if this is not enough, the media is blaring out its speakers about double dip and euro meltdown. I have always respected the Greek. They have given us a lot of philosophy and have happy sounding names. But trying to create a Greek tragedy out of the Euro, and giving every soul graduating next year sleepless nights!!! Not cool man, not cool!!!

Days without Incident #1

Nicolas Cage in Con Air - "I trust only two people in this world, One's me and the other isn't you!"

How!!!

Why are you so beautiful!
I can't take my eyes off you...
Always laughing and always happy,
How will I survive without this company?
I'd die, like starved off food,
Like without oxygen,
Like drowning, gasping for air...
Dunno how I survived all these 22 years of my life,
This little stretch of time is when I feel like I have been living!!!

Sweet Heart...

Sweetheart i am, hearing that, mindless I've become...
Speechless I've become...
No stopping me now, I'm racing towards heaven in ecstasy n joy,
with that word ringing in my ears on an never-ending loop...

<3 <3

Sleeping so early? I'm missing you dearly...
in the middle of every page i see your face, i remember the way you act with grace... 

I'm still trying to study, but nothing is going inside my head, its overflowing with thoughts and feelings for you... I'll try to study and pass the exam tomorrow, but if i fail, the reason is you!
disturbing me while I'm studying...

My!!!

Everything i hear, everything i see reminds me of only one thing...
in this world of imperfection your wholesomeness stands apart and makes you what you are to me, my personal revenge on humanity- because you are mine, and only mine

He He!!

The sun has set long time ago... the moon is out, but is hiding behind clouds.. i asked her why? she said she saw u sometime back n was almost scared to death!!! inniku nee make up podalaya? ;)

Drifter...

Why is everything pointless,
Without any purpose...
Doing this thing or that,
Gives me nothing to move forward...
No reasoning, no objective,
A leaf floating on the water going wherever the damn thing flows...
Down a waterfall, r straight into the sewer,
No purpose to swim against nor with the flow...
When will i get a reason to do this thing or that,
To work towards something or away from it...
Till such a day comes, when i'm fooled by the principles,
And blinded by the supposed rationality, i'll be a drifter...
Liking nothing, disliking nothing, just drift along and nothing more...

HALF, HALF

I'm split into two. half sane and half mad...

I'm bifurcated, the halves standing next to one another,

Only the backs face each other, each pointing at the opposite horizons.

I'm sliced into two, the pieces are so near, they look as if they're one,

Yet they are so different - i'm not sure if i can ever be one....

Both have minds of their own, each wanting to go different ways....

Sometimes i'm sane, sometimes i'm not...

Sometimes i'm sober, sometimes i'm not...

I'm trying to figure out myself, i keep probing and unraveling deeper than before,

Every time i find something that brings the two halves together, make them one and keep them so,

I find myself cracked into two, the very next day or the day after that...

Each time i find myself a stronger adhesive, a stickier glue,

A sharper blade or a stronger wrench again splits me back into those two...

How will i move if i'm pulled in opposite directions,

Which path can i take, if i want to go in both...

When i'm awake i tire myself trying to find an answer, or atleast a reason that can explain the duality...

When i've exhausted myself to sleep, the same things run in my mind,

This is life on the edge, on the edge of sanity, on the edge of rationality...

On the outside, everything's calm and a perfect veil is spread over all the un-seeable and unseen,

A calm face, a smug smile, prompt questions and a witty answers,

All misleading and dangerously so, because the pitiful cry for help, the desperate search for answer

Is unknown to the outside, is not even suspected in the wildest of the moments...

Hidden, camouflaged, unseen and unsuspected, the process continues...

Sleepless nights and mindless days,

A zombie walks with a masked face, a happy face...