Step outside your skin
And envelope others
Let it hurt
Let it play
Allow wonder to invade
Strip bare
Feel the disorientation
Not on the outside but when on the inside
Lose the footing
Reel in the delight
Sip familiarity
Bathe in the unpredictable
Convulse in horror
Shiver with ecstasy
Behold in glory
Soak until breakpoint
Lighten with the silence
Gasp for inspiration
Breathe ice
Lick your lips
Touch existence
Love the rarity
My recent trip to Ladakh was by far the best trip I’ve taken in my life, it was absolutely brilliant.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Of cycles, illusions and dashed expectations
Today i awoke with a rock of pain settled at the base of my head and neck, talk about how yesterday's can influence the today's and tomorrow's.
It was an odd day yesterday, final jury always marks the end of a phase, concepts, ideas, drawings, idocyncrasies, stupidness and what-nots. Somehow i was sure it would go well for the class as a whole, its always how things are supposed to end. All the brickbats are thrown at us in the course of the semester and eventually most of us work our butts off for the last leg of the project so it makes perfect sense for it to go well. But alas, the downside of optimism jumps out at you from a dark alley when you're least expecting it.
I felt stripped, helpless, repeating on and on what I'd said to myself for the last whole month, the importance of my project to me, they seemed unconvinced and i tried in vain to establish my case, twice i lashed back like a furious tide but ebbed in diffidence as i saw forces stronger than me subduing my worth. Obviously i placate myself saying that it's always the unresolved things they talk about, but a part of me knows it never reached them, the hesistence i saw when a pencil lingered for a second longer on the column where my work was being reduced to two numerals that would compartmentalise me in relation to all the loves, hates, contradictions, edges, respites, interphases, et al.
On the whole, it was terrible as always. We pretty much are a lost cause. Some of us try, but its just not good enough, never good enough, maybe we'll scrape through and find a comfortable place in mediocrity, maybe that is all we're capable of.
That aside, all the shame and remorse really got the better of me and i yelled my lungs out at some old couple trying to watch "what's your rashee?" in peace because they complained that we were making too much noise, I don't blame them, we are pretty good at masking unpleasantness. I'm sure they didn't sense all the misgivings beneath the hollow laughter and I couldn't believe they were taking that away from us.
Hopefully this shall pass too.
I finshed reading "The Sister of my Heart" by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, lovely fairy-taleish narration as two women battle demons and dungeons to find eternal rainbows only to reveal mythical palaces that dissolve to dust rendering them helpless and in search of the sword of light to banish the darkness of their worlds.
I enjoyed it thoroughly, fantasies being tickled once again in my oh-so-stuck-up life of so-called practicality.
It was an odd day yesterday, final jury always marks the end of a phase, concepts, ideas, drawings, idocyncrasies, stupidness and what-nots. Somehow i was sure it would go well for the class as a whole, its always how things are supposed to end. All the brickbats are thrown at us in the course of the semester and eventually most of us work our butts off for the last leg of the project so it makes perfect sense for it to go well. But alas, the downside of optimism jumps out at you from a dark alley when you're least expecting it.
I felt stripped, helpless, repeating on and on what I'd said to myself for the last whole month, the importance of my project to me, they seemed unconvinced and i tried in vain to establish my case, twice i lashed back like a furious tide but ebbed in diffidence as i saw forces stronger than me subduing my worth. Obviously i placate myself saying that it's always the unresolved things they talk about, but a part of me knows it never reached them, the hesistence i saw when a pencil lingered for a second longer on the column where my work was being reduced to two numerals that would compartmentalise me in relation to all the loves, hates, contradictions, edges, respites, interphases, et al.
On the whole, it was terrible as always. We pretty much are a lost cause. Some of us try, but its just not good enough, never good enough, maybe we'll scrape through and find a comfortable place in mediocrity, maybe that is all we're capable of.
That aside, all the shame and remorse really got the better of me and i yelled my lungs out at some old couple trying to watch "what's your rashee?" in peace because they complained that we were making too much noise, I don't blame them, we are pretty good at masking unpleasantness. I'm sure they didn't sense all the misgivings beneath the hollow laughter and I couldn't believe they were taking that away from us.
Hopefully this shall pass too.
I finshed reading "The Sister of my Heart" by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, lovely fairy-taleish narration as two women battle demons and dungeons to find eternal rainbows only to reveal mythical palaces that dissolve to dust rendering them helpless and in search of the sword of light to banish the darkness of their worlds.
I enjoyed it thoroughly, fantasies being tickled once again in my oh-so-stuck-up life of so-called practicality.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Gross Generalization (pun very much intended!)
The world can broadly be classified into three kinds of people, first we have the talented ones, those people who are genuinely gifted with a skill/s. These kinds of people generally produce crazy amounts of work and are unassuming; they keep to themselves and don’t really care so much about what others think. They know exactly where they stand and it isn’t a big deal. Next we have those people who are not really talented but can identify and appreciate good work, these are the people who are considered to be learned and hence assign value to the work done by the first kind of people which eventually defines the worth of that work in society. Finally we have those people who are neither of the above, they are blissfully unaware of intellect and judge things by rudimentary impulses, if it looks good, its good, if its difficult to understand, it must be good, if its entertaining, its pretty darn good.
Now according to me, the second kind of people are the most dangerous because they pretend to understand something that comes naturally to the first kind of people and they believe that they are superior to the third kind of people who in one sense are nothing but plain honest.
The first kind of people sometimes evolve into the second kind of people, which is understandable but when they evolve from being the third kind of people then it’s slightly dodgy. The second kind of people can also become the third kind of people which just means they’ve uncomplicated themselves. But the best is when the third kind of people discover in themselves an element of the first kind of people.
Naturally when the first kind of people becomes the third kind of people, they’re still the first kind. Occasionally the second kind of people becomes the like first kind of people at doing what they do.
Personally the second kind of people just end up criticizing the first and third kinds of people and screw everyone’s head and make them believe conjured up judgments. Sadly most of the world is the second kind of people and I’m wondering if crossed over from the third kind to the second or there’s actually some quality of the first kind in me.
I know it’s a weird retarded generalization but come to think of it, you can essentially classify every single person in one of the three. In fact, everyone is everything, the ratio of 1:2:3 determines where you’re classified.
Standing on the precarious balance
Impatient,
Restless,
As the needle oscillated
For what seemed like a lifetime
My palms getting moist,
I felt the heat mounting at the back of my neck
With it the sudden yearning to step off and never know
Seconds densified into minutes
It never impeded.
I didn’t know extremism
And now I’m never to know
If I should’ve longed a little longer
Now according to me, the second kind of people are the most dangerous because they pretend to understand something that comes naturally to the first kind of people and they believe that they are superior to the third kind of people who in one sense are nothing but plain honest.
The first kind of people sometimes evolve into the second kind of people, which is understandable but when they evolve from being the third kind of people then it’s slightly dodgy. The second kind of people can also become the third kind of people which just means they’ve uncomplicated themselves. But the best is when the third kind of people discover in themselves an element of the first kind of people.
Naturally when the first kind of people becomes the third kind of people, they’re still the first kind. Occasionally the second kind of people becomes the like first kind of people at doing what they do.
Personally the second kind of people just end up criticizing the first and third kinds of people and screw everyone’s head and make them believe conjured up judgments. Sadly most of the world is the second kind of people and I’m wondering if crossed over from the third kind to the second or there’s actually some quality of the first kind in me.
I know it’s a weird retarded generalization but come to think of it, you can essentially classify every single person in one of the three. In fact, everyone is everything, the ratio of 1:2:3 determines where you’re classified.
Standing on the precarious balance
Impatient,
Restless,
As the needle oscillated
For what seemed like a lifetime
My palms getting moist,
I felt the heat mounting at the back of my neck
With it the sudden yearning to step off and never know
Seconds densified into minutes
It never impeded.
I didn’t know extremism
And now I’m never to know
If I should’ve longed a little longer
Monday, September 14, 2009
Naahi aai, mhaala chips nako
Walking down what my dad calls the maharashtra bank lane yesterday which for me is the first lane i ever recognised in seven bungalows left me with bittersweet memories. As a kid that lane took me to aai's house, badimaa's house, ruby nursery, roman stores to have ice-candy and thakkar's to ogle at the samosas being freshly taken off the flame.
As i walked past the naaka I'd always look at my reflection moving from the video game parlour's shiny photochromatic glass and breaking into that of the frame-wala's slightly trasparent shutters. I never visited these shops, just that they were always there, i remembered being horrified looking at the meat hanging at A1 and fascinated by the mosambi torans at the juice stall.
The paan-beedi wala at the corner always checked me out when i passed, each and every time, so much that I looked out for him from at least 10 meters away. The only real association i had with those shops was with the watch repair wala's tiny shop, Dad used to give his watches there for repair and i remember being amazed at the magnifying glasses and tiny forcep-like equipment the man used to detect the problem with the watch, like a watch doctor of some kind. The subzi-wala who sold ready packages of vegetables for avial was the only other shop we actually visited.
Thakkar sweets and hot chips were later additions, the smell of oil and sweat and constant heat filling the air, always clogged my head with the image of shiny yellow lights burning the already over-fried jalebis in the handi below.
Anyway the man who owned the property won the case after 14 years of stuggle and they've all left taking with them a part of me that wishes i remembered more and fears that they will fade out of memory. My childhood seemed like it were a long time ago, not a good thing at all.
PS: Eisenstaedt's V-J day in times square is quite arresting, its a wonder how i never saw it before.
As i walked past the naaka I'd always look at my reflection moving from the video game parlour's shiny photochromatic glass and breaking into that of the frame-wala's slightly trasparent shutters. I never visited these shops, just that they were always there, i remembered being horrified looking at the meat hanging at A1 and fascinated by the mosambi torans at the juice stall.
The paan-beedi wala at the corner always checked me out when i passed, each and every time, so much that I looked out for him from at least 10 meters away. The only real association i had with those shops was with the watch repair wala's tiny shop, Dad used to give his watches there for repair and i remember being amazed at the magnifying glasses and tiny forcep-like equipment the man used to detect the problem with the watch, like a watch doctor of some kind. The subzi-wala who sold ready packages of vegetables for avial was the only other shop we actually visited.
Thakkar sweets and hot chips were later additions, the smell of oil and sweat and constant heat filling the air, always clogged my head with the image of shiny yellow lights burning the already over-fried jalebis in the handi below.
Anyway the man who owned the property won the case after 14 years of stuggle and they've all left taking with them a part of me that wishes i remembered more and fears that they will fade out of memory. My childhood seemed like it were a long time ago, not a good thing at all.
PS: Eisenstaedt's V-J day in times square is quite arresting, its a wonder how i never saw it before.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
I've found a friend to drown out the other voices
A read a book about reading a book.
It was strange, the sudden consciousness of what I was doing, how i was looking at the author, how I was predicting the story. In certain flashes, the book was being written as I was reading it, simultaneously.
I wonder if its ever been read before or was it all a figment of my imagination?
I longed for the story to get over, i hated the author for being the puppeter.
I was relieved each time the other reader was written about but I could always feel his eyes on my back. Peace settled around me, in that space, in that time. I read, imagined, hoped, longed, hurted, hated, a wonderous cataclysm of volatility.
Imagine observing yourself living, simply floating away outside the window of the room where you stand and argue, quite funny. I look ridiculous almost all the time. Ridiculous and happy.
New found love: U2 accessories :)
listen to new york by them
Sad demise: Oasis have split
I will miss you
It was strange, the sudden consciousness of what I was doing, how i was looking at the author, how I was predicting the story. In certain flashes, the book was being written as I was reading it, simultaneously.
I wonder if its ever been read before or was it all a figment of my imagination?
I longed for the story to get over, i hated the author for being the puppeter.
I was relieved each time the other reader was written about but I could always feel his eyes on my back. Peace settled around me, in that space, in that time. I read, imagined, hoped, longed, hurted, hated, a wonderous cataclysm of volatility.
Imagine observing yourself living, simply floating away outside the window of the room where you stand and argue, quite funny. I look ridiculous almost all the time. Ridiculous and happy.
New found love: U2 accessories :)
listen to new york by them
Sad demise: Oasis have split
I will miss you
Monday, August 3, 2009
Brain Stew
Situations that remind you of times when you want to double over with discomfort and just drop dead rarely find parallels, but yes my friend i have indeed found a situation that makes my bood pressure sore and makes me wish i were a jellyfish. I'm talking about the distress caused by this lovely new show called "sach ka samna", yes think no further, it is the Indian rip-off of the moment of truth.
Well anyway as i was saying, for the dummies, this show is formatted such that the contestant is put through a set of polygraphs tests to indicate if they're telling the truth or not and 21 questions are asked again on the show, the answers being compared with the ones given in the polygraph tests.
The questions could range from "Do u have homosexual tendencies?" to "Do u think you're husband is still attracted to you?" or "Do u hate your father?" or "Do u secretly wish you were an evil sorcerer?" and so on.
Now, coming to why this causes me immense distress, first of all, all those theories about how the truth becomes subjective make me want to barge onto that set and annihilate the godamn place, second of all, the people who accompany the contestant sit there and watch the person saying things like-"I think my father is a dick", better still, they pretend to think its funny. The best part is that these guy's don't mind admitting that they have no principles, they smile shamelessly and say, yes im selfish, yes im a fucker and they justify it as well. What i dont get is that people are willing to literally sell their self-respect for money. I once told someone you cant have ideals on an empty stomach but really, are we that starved?
Must watch: Luck, its the shizz yo \m/
excellant choice if laugh riots are ur thing, better still if the ticket costs less than 100 bucks ;)
Havent blogged in ages, excuse the amateurish composition, im just beyond caring right now.
Well anyway as i was saying, for the dummies, this show is formatted such that the contestant is put through a set of polygraphs tests to indicate if they're telling the truth or not and 21 questions are asked again on the show, the answers being compared with the ones given in the polygraph tests.
The questions could range from "Do u have homosexual tendencies?" to "Do u think you're husband is still attracted to you?" or "Do u hate your father?" or "Do u secretly wish you were an evil sorcerer?" and so on.
Now, coming to why this causes me immense distress, first of all, all those theories about how the truth becomes subjective make me want to barge onto that set and annihilate the godamn place, second of all, the people who accompany the contestant sit there and watch the person saying things like-"I think my father is a dick", better still, they pretend to think its funny. The best part is that these guy's don't mind admitting that they have no principles, they smile shamelessly and say, yes im selfish, yes im a fucker and they justify it as well. What i dont get is that people are willing to literally sell their self-respect for money. I once told someone you cant have ideals on an empty stomach but really, are we that starved?
Must watch: Luck, its the shizz yo \m/
excellant choice if laugh riots are ur thing, better still if the ticket costs less than 100 bucks ;)
Havent blogged in ages, excuse the amateurish composition, im just beyond caring right now.
Friday, June 19, 2009
rainbow
Insolence, despondancy, ridicule
Throwing words at a wall would mean more, with an imbecile laughing on.
I'm amazed at the shamelessness.
Calling out a name, my voice half choked, i couldn't believe what i saw, maybe i could dream on?
This particular someone i know is happy, i love :)
The fixedness juggled with the intangibles beat me.
The skies won't relent, i could die of excessive humidity.
Catch 22- unless you're crazy you wouldnt do what you do, the day you decide not to, you're sane and you must do what you're ought to.
The evil cycle of self-delusion.
PS: Must check out- the diary of a diary, Happily unmarried
Throwing words at a wall would mean more, with an imbecile laughing on.
I'm amazed at the shamelessness.
Calling out a name, my voice half choked, i couldn't believe what i saw, maybe i could dream on?
This particular someone i know is happy, i love :)
The fixedness juggled with the intangibles beat me.
The skies won't relent, i could die of excessive humidity.
Catch 22- unless you're crazy you wouldnt do what you do, the day you decide not to, you're sane and you must do what you're ought to.
The evil cycle of self-delusion.
PS: Must check out- the diary of a diary, Happily unmarried
Friday, May 29, 2009
Avoid my love
"why is architecture so inescapable?"
"its the only thing that's literally 'in you face', is it not?"
floyd genius
All that is now, all that is gone, all that's to come
And everything under the sun is in tune...
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon
"its the only thing that's literally 'in you face', is it not?"
floyd genius
All that is now, all that is gone, all that's to come
And everything under the sun is in tune...
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon
Saturday, May 16, 2009
UPA!
The UPA has emerged victorious this 15th Lok Sabha election and its official, Singh is King, Manmohan Singh warmly welcomes another 5 years of Prime Ministership.
L.K. Advani appears to be thoroughly dejected and its contemplating retirement from leading the opposition and a probably even a total retirement from active politics. I say, the grapes are sour.
Anyway cleary the Congress did something right considering their sweeping majority of 255 seats over the 169 won by the NDA, emerging again as the second largest majority in these elections.
What does this win signify, well for one, the people of this country sure have a lot of faith in the younger generation of politicians considering that the UPA has the maximum number of younger politicians according to a survey.
well whatever, hopefully this term won't be as dissappointing.
*peace*
L.K. Advani appears to be thoroughly dejected and its contemplating retirement from leading the opposition and a probably even a total retirement from active politics. I say, the grapes are sour.
Anyway cleary the Congress did something right considering their sweeping majority of 255 seats over the 169 won by the NDA, emerging again as the second largest majority in these elections.
What does this win signify, well for one, the people of this country sure have a lot of faith in the younger generation of politicians considering that the UPA has the maximum number of younger politicians according to a survey.
well whatever, hopefully this term won't be as dissappointing.
*peace*
Monday, May 4, 2009
euthanasia? i dont think so
Two days back in the corner of one of their irrelevant pages, TOI carried the news of the execution of Dilara Derabi, an Iranian girl who was charged with the murder of her father’s cousin at the age of 17, she spent five years in jail and admitted her guilt with the hope that the juvenile court would reduce her sentence, instead she was executed at the age of 23 without her lawyer or any of her family members being informed.
Consider the same situation only difference being the country in which it is set, I cannot imagine the repercussions of such a heinous decision in a country like India. I know for a fact that there would have been complete breakdown of the judicial system with human rights activists and even the common people demanding answers, reference: the hullabaloo about Dhananjay Chatterjee’s execution.
Sometimes I think whatever it is; nobody in this country will be executed in accordance with the Islamic shariat or the religious practices of Hinduism or Judaism or Christianity. Living in a secular state is almost comforting because I know that if ever it is the case of an execution by law the decision has to be humane. Come to think of it our country upholds the voice of their citizens to a respectable measure. The people are a part of its legal and governing system, that I cannot deny. I actually am a proud citizen, not overlooking the short-comings or the loopholes.
Meanwhile my respects for Dilara, the only crime I find her guilty of is for being born in the wrong country. Rest in peace.
PS: I wonder if these blink-and-you’ll-miss-it articles are mere page fillers or does anybody really care.
Consider the same situation only difference being the country in which it is set, I cannot imagine the repercussions of such a heinous decision in a country like India. I know for a fact that there would have been complete breakdown of the judicial system with human rights activists and even the common people demanding answers, reference: the hullabaloo about Dhananjay Chatterjee’s execution.
Sometimes I think whatever it is; nobody in this country will be executed in accordance with the Islamic shariat or the religious practices of Hinduism or Judaism or Christianity. Living in a secular state is almost comforting because I know that if ever it is the case of an execution by law the decision has to be humane. Come to think of it our country upholds the voice of their citizens to a respectable measure. The people are a part of its legal and governing system, that I cannot deny. I actually am a proud citizen, not overlooking the short-comings or the loopholes.
Meanwhile my respects for Dilara, the only crime I find her guilty of is for being born in the wrong country. Rest in peace.
PS: I wonder if these blink-and-you’ll-miss-it articles are mere page fillers or does anybody really care.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Photographic memory they say?
Interesting it is when you think about why photographs become larger than the subject itself. Many a times, I’ve seen clicking pictures is all we’ve done at any meet up. So when you look back at what exactly you’ve tried to capture the answer’s obscurely warped and all you’ve actually captured is the event of clicking pictures itself at various different places in different times.
Capturing the present through a photograph for me, is to look back at those pictures and eventually remember something that’s not even in the picture, like what I said right before it was clicked or whose foot was getting crushed despite which they smiled and made a fuss later and so on.
Striking poses that are not remotely similar to what your confluence would otherwise suggest feels like a cheap gimmick only to make the outcome more interesting, that’s it, clicking pictures is like a sport of some kind, the more interesting poses you strike, the more interesting are the captions and most importantly the reactions.
Facebook has made pictures a window into the real lives of people as opposed to their e-self that everybody otherwise has access to. Its funny how one of the first things you look for, in a person’s profile is their pictures, almost like re-assuring yourself that this person actually exists and has a life and there’s proof!
When I look at old family albums with my Dad, he has a story for each picture, like when he took a trip with his friends to Kerala or when he and Ma just moved into our house or when he bought my cousin his first full-length trouser and clicked a picture to remember the day. Our pictures suddenly seem shallow, it’s not like every picture must have an important historical value but some sort of semblance of a memory worth keeping is what I’m asking for.
Despite all this analysis I know I’ll be the person to stick my tongue out and pose the moment the next person says- “Picture time!”
Ohh the irrefutable need to go with the flow
Capturing the present through a photograph for me, is to look back at those pictures and eventually remember something that’s not even in the picture, like what I said right before it was clicked or whose foot was getting crushed despite which they smiled and made a fuss later and so on.
Striking poses that are not remotely similar to what your confluence would otherwise suggest feels like a cheap gimmick only to make the outcome more interesting, that’s it, clicking pictures is like a sport of some kind, the more interesting poses you strike, the more interesting are the captions and most importantly the reactions.
Facebook has made pictures a window into the real lives of people as opposed to their e-self that everybody otherwise has access to. Its funny how one of the first things you look for, in a person’s profile is their pictures, almost like re-assuring yourself that this person actually exists and has a life and there’s proof!
When I look at old family albums with my Dad, he has a story for each picture, like when he took a trip with his friends to Kerala or when he and Ma just moved into our house or when he bought my cousin his first full-length trouser and clicked a picture to remember the day. Our pictures suddenly seem shallow, it’s not like every picture must have an important historical value but some sort of semblance of a memory worth keeping is what I’m asking for.
Despite all this analysis I know I’ll be the person to stick my tongue out and pose the moment the next person says- “Picture time!”
Ohh the irrefutable need to go with the flow
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
the big bang
Well here I am again, long time away eh?
Well it wasn’t therapeutic if that’s how hiatuses are meant to be. I’m out of the closet now so I might as well change my blog title and name and delete certain highly personal posts etc. etc.
Now onwards I will write about general stuff, how it affects me and how I in general affect the world.
Let’s catch up before that, while I was gone loads of things happened. Home underwent renovation which means I have a new room now, a “space” of my own for all kinds of shit that I want to do, a few people have actually read this blog and I can’t believe how embarrassing it was for me to give them the link, it’s some sort of step nevertheless.
The elections are coming up and I don’t have a voter’s id yet which means im not allowed to vote, it’s highly pissing off considering im 18 and very interested in politics.
This time it’s hard to say who will make it, I’m sure the congress is out for good with the steep increase in terror attacks during their run. Maybe the BJP considering its vote bank is very strong and somehow they are the most popular party in the opposition today.
Other smaller parties and independent candidates can keep dreaming, until and unless these biggies are fragmented and studied closely and the loopholes in their agenda are articulated nothing can stop them from coming to power.
Other than that, 1st year is nearly over; we just have theory papers and our study trip left, sad part being that my birthday is on the study trip I won’t be able to meet or see any of my friends or family which is a decided thing every birthday.
Ohh U2 released their new album last month and I’m so in love with it it’s so nice to hear them again will all new tracks and agenda. This album seems to portray the philosophy with which they’ve made music all their lives. Anyway it’s so good to hear bono again
All I’m looking forward to is the May vacation, away from college. Sometimes, you get overly exposed to college which might get annoying so yayie, sabbatical coming up!
Birthday is coming up too, yippee! It’s the best time of the year and I’m going berserk with my whole “I love my birthday” thing.
Whatever, I love my birthday
Other seemingly (to me) intellectual stuff will follow so hang around if you care enough
Greetings!
Well it wasn’t therapeutic if that’s how hiatuses are meant to be. I’m out of the closet now so I might as well change my blog title and name and delete certain highly personal posts etc. etc.
Now onwards I will write about general stuff, how it affects me and how I in general affect the world.
Let’s catch up before that, while I was gone loads of things happened. Home underwent renovation which means I have a new room now, a “space” of my own for all kinds of shit that I want to do, a few people have actually read this blog and I can’t believe how embarrassing it was for me to give them the link, it’s some sort of step nevertheless.
The elections are coming up and I don’t have a voter’s id yet which means im not allowed to vote, it’s highly pissing off considering im 18 and very interested in politics.
This time it’s hard to say who will make it, I’m sure the congress is out for good with the steep increase in terror attacks during their run. Maybe the BJP considering its vote bank is very strong and somehow they are the most popular party in the opposition today.
Other smaller parties and independent candidates can keep dreaming, until and unless these biggies are fragmented and studied closely and the loopholes in their agenda are articulated nothing can stop them from coming to power.
Other than that, 1st year is nearly over; we just have theory papers and our study trip left, sad part being that my birthday is on the study trip I won’t be able to meet or see any of my friends or family which is a decided thing every birthday.
Ohh U2 released their new album last month and I’m so in love with it it’s so nice to hear them again will all new tracks and agenda. This album seems to portray the philosophy with which they’ve made music all their lives. Anyway it’s so good to hear bono again
All I’m looking forward to is the May vacation, away from college. Sometimes, you get overly exposed to college which might get annoying so yayie, sabbatical coming up!
Birthday is coming up too, yippee! It’s the best time of the year and I’m going berserk with my whole “I love my birthday” thing.
Whatever, I love my birthday
Other seemingly (to me) intellectual stuff will follow so hang around if you care enough
Greetings!
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