Trusting a golden liquid

Trust is such a fickle thing, just like fame
Takes ages to earn, and yet
Can disappear in the blink of an eye
Humans as a race, have always distrustful been
But untrustworthy even more
Stab you in the back without even a warning war cry
Little wonder it is though,
Given that mans best friend is not man but the dog?
And yet I have more trust and faith in this golden liquid
than i do in my fellow human beings,
Some of whom would gladly sell me out,
For a few quid.
It does not lie nor does it betray.
Its upfront and clear when its served to you on the tray
People who do not understand it claim it led them astray
But that is not true,
Understand it, love it and treat it with respect
It will stay constant and ever the same
It makes no false promises and gives you no false hopes
It delivers what it says
Maybe more, but certainly no less.

As i sit here this fine night,
it all comes flooding back to me;
the memories i thought i'd forgotten,
the thoughts i thought i'd broken.
Sitting here sleepless and yet barely awake;
Not knowing what it is i'm doing
Unsure of even what it is i want or need
Conflicted and confused, my minds a whirl
my thoughts frenzied and scattered,
Swirling around uncontrollably in a whirlwind
Pulsating with energy, yet directionless and wild
They keep on going, uncontrollable and unstoppable

Keeping me awake against my will

As each new sensation brings back old memories

Further provoking the beast that lies within me

Angry, confused and unrelenting,

Packed with destructive energy, looking for an outlet

Desperately seeking direction, a way out, quickly and rapidly

For with nowhere else to go, these thoughts will keep swirling around

Increasing in force and strength, till it all implodes.

Everywhere i seek, only confusion finds me.

What is an IPhone Killer?
This phrase has been thrown around a lot by people, especially in the recent weeks with the launch of the Google branded, HTC built Nexus One. In the run up to the press conference for the launch of the phone, what with the well managed leaks of images and videos of the Nexus One, expectations ran high. Rumors flew thick and fast around the internet, of possible carriers, prices and features for the new phone.
However, when the phone was finally launched, people were eager to criticize the phone as being a letdown, a disappointment. Sure, It has a 1Ghz Snapdragon processor, by far the most powerful chip powering any phone today, has a pretty sleek and light design, and the sporting the latest version of the Android OS, but it just wasn't an IPhone Killer.
One major complaint that a lot of people seemed to have was the lack of multi-touch, although they don't realize that Apple has multi-touch technology patent locked in the US, which means that anyone wanting to use multi-touch in its phones would have to receive permission from Apple, probably on payment of a massive fee, to do so. And lets face it, you'd have to have been living under a rock for the past decade to believe that Apple would license out this technology, even for a fee. Lets face it, the IPhone is their cash cow, and they aren't gonna do anything that could take away from it.
Also, my main question is, what exactly do people mean when they say IPhone Killer? Seems to be, they want a multi-touch phone, with a huge app store, availability on all carriers, both CDMA and GSM, all for a low low price of about 300$ or so. Are these people living in a dreamworld? Yes they most certainly are.
Lets face it, until Palm manages to challenge Apple's patent on multi touch, and this is probably gonna take ages, multi touch is out. A low price of 300$? Lets face it, sure Google is a massive search company, who has so many free offerings, but it is still, in the end, a corporation which needs to make a profit, and no company is going to sell a high end smartphone at a loss. An app store bigger than Apple's? Give it time, it will happen. The iphone and app store have been out for a long time now, and that alone guarantees that they will have a far larger catalog. The Android market has far easier acceptance, and its gonna get there, just give it some time, and i say this as a Computer Science major, the android is far nicer to develop for.
And for those people who need some convincing, check out this site
http://www.billshrink.com/blog/nexus-one-vs-iphone-droid-palm-pre-total-cost-of-ownership/
In fact, even thats off by a little, because if you were to buy the Nexus one upfront, you save even more money. You want a phone which costs 300$ only? While the Nexus one isn't there yet, it will save you upwards of 500$ over the standard 2 year period, and this is with the basic plan required. Go higher up the plans, and you save even more.
Lets face it people, both the Droid Eris, and the Nexus One are capable of taking on the IPhone, they offer you the kind of freedom that those poor suckers stuck on IPhone contracts can only dream of. And they will save you a lot more money, just have some faith and patience.

India invades the US

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So, here are some of the recipes i came up with recently.

(Mushrooms will figure prominently in this post given that i had to finish off quite a few)

Please note, i dont generally use fixed quantities because I have no fixed quantity myself.

Water Chestnuts & Mushrooms in Garlic butter

About 18-20 water chestnuts, peeled and washed

1 packet Mushrooms 12-15

Garlic, Ginger - Finely chopped, very little

Butter,

Salt, pepper, red Chilli powder

Destem the mushrooms if the stem is dry, or you can use them with the stem.

This depends on your judgement

Halve the mushrooms and keep aside

Make sure that the water chestnuts are properly peeled and no traces of the covering remain since it is tricky to get right

Heat some butter in a non stick pan till it melts completely.

Add the water chestnuts to the pan, and let them roast a little bit, till they start colouring up.

Add a little bit of the chopped ginger and garlic to the butter, along with the mushrooms.

Cover the pan and let it cook for a while. Make sure not to stir the mushrooms until they turn a proper brown or they will release all their water n shrink.

Once the mushrooms are cooked, add salt, pepper and red chilli powder to taste.
Garnish with Coriander

Serve hot/warm.

Mr. & Mrs. Psmith

If one visits Blandings Castle on a weekend char-a-banc or picnic( half a crown a head), when the premises of that great stately home of England are thrown open to the public, one is generally shown around the house, the portrait gallery and the rest of the general premises by one of the two footmen, or if the group is especially lucky, by none other a celebrity than Beach the butler himself. Certain parts of the house are such as the private living quarters are, of course, cordoned off by means of velvet ropes, while only the bravest and most daring souls, such as those who once populated the Round Table, may venture into the famed gardens at their own peril, whilst running the risk of encountering that hard headed Scotsman, Angus McAllister, who guarded his gardens more fiercely than any dragon ever guarded its treasure. Yet unmentioned by most guide books and tours, in the midst of once of the fine gardens some distance away from the house, one comes upon a large red brick structure, the home of none other than the famed Empress of Blandings, the Earl of Emsworth's prize sow. The proprietor of these grounds would have been shocked to hear someone refer to the Empress or her residence as unimportant, although as an architectural wonder, the sty is singularly unimaginative.

However, this weekend, as the public wandered throughout the hallowed halls of Blandings, there stood a figure on the railing of the sty, drooping like a wet sock and resembling a scarecrow in clothes that it should have been ashamed of. This then was Clarence, the ninth Earl of Emsworth, that amiable peer, trying to hide the latest secretary his sister Hermione had foisted upon him, for despite having moved out of Blandings, she nonetheless continued to interfere in his life, seemingly eager to make him miserable, and long distance at that.

Ok, so this is for that one in a billion chance that someone other than me actually reads this blog, and I'm pretty sure even the folks listed as co -authors don't, and ofc, there were supposed to be more but they aren't listed any more. Anyway, I haven't really posted anything for a while now here. The reason for that is quite simple, no one ever really reads this. So i don't really see much point in posting anything up here. Sure I have the same kinda thoughts, I write various things, including 2 attempts at writing books, one with a friend and now abandoned, and another one, on my own, ongoing at a tediously slow. I intend to keep at it for sure, but given that no one really ever reads this blog at all, I find it hard to keep posting on here. Sure, i'll post from time to time, but it's just getting harder to do so. I'd love to post excerpts from the first attempt at book writing on here, if anyone would actually be willing to read it. And if you do read this, please for the love of god, comment so i know that someone actually reads this

Top 20 Reasons to Date a Squash Player

1.we like it hard and fast against the wall
2.we're used to having bruises on our knees 
3.we're used to performing in minimal amounts of clothing 
4.after 90 seconds we're ready to go at it again 
5.we don't mind getting hot and sweaty 
6. we're always open to new moves & positions 
7. we perform to please the crowd 
8. we know where the sweet spot is
9. we show off our legs 
10. we like being videotaped to improve ourselves 
11. we enjoy doing hard things 
12. we're always on top of the ball
13.we hit from any angle
14. we're good with our hands
15. we know how to play doubles
16. we like to be on top of our game
17. we know how to take it up the middle
18. we play the court until we score
19. We can do it forehand and backhand.
20. one word..FLEXIBILITY

Incomplete

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It's the middle of the night and I'm awake

Tossing and turning sleeplessly in my bed

Feeling that I know what it is I want

And yet the realization hits me like stepping on a rake

That my hopes should have long been dead

For what I need I cannot say,

At least what I want I think I know

The calm and loneliness surround me

Alone in this city of millions

As I sit here, late in the dark summer night

Listening to the song, over and over

As it echoes my own feelings.

Which I fear to let out, for I am afraid

Afraid of being ridiculed, for I know deep down

What I want and what I feel, is all but impossible

But still I can't seem to shake it

That little flame of hope, burning steadily on

Through my darkest hours, steady and unwavering, refusing to die

When I have damn near given up on it myself,

There is still a part of me, that knows what I need.

Knowing that until I get that which I seek,

This calm and loneliness shall go on.

No matter where I am, no matter what I do

Until I find that someone, I will always continue to feel alone

For I have experienced the depths of loneliness

Alone in a foreign land, and yet here too,

Back home, I still feel that same sense of loneliness

As though a part of me is missing, feeling incomplete

Knowing that it can only be filled by someone else

Who it is, I know not.

I do not even know if that void will ever be filled

All I can do now is hope, that there is someone out there

Who I can open up to and let in, who will fill

That vast chasm that no one has yet seen,

For until that valley is overcome and filled to once again make it whole

I fear I will always be,

Incomplete.

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So here I am, sitting up at 11:30 on a Saturday night at home, finished a helluva dinner, most of which I cooked, followed by my first mangoes of this year. All in all, indeed a memorable and fantastic end to the day. And yet, I find myself sitting up writing this, unable to sleep, hopelessly addicted to the song Tennu Leke, by Omer Inayat from the movie Jai Veeru. Now granted, I haven't seen the movie myself, but from all accounts, the above mentioned song seems to be the only good thing about the entire movie. Strange as it may seem, as I sit here touch typing this post, as my own emotions seem to mirror that of the song quite well.

Why it is so, I cannot say, and yet I feel this loneliness deep inside me. Unable to sleep, this calm slowly bugging me, little by little, this loneliness getting to me. As late at night when I'm all alone, is when I really, really wish I had a certain someone who I could share my feelings with. Maybe its just me, I don't know, but I've just gotten kinda sick of bottling up all my emotions deep inside me, scarcely letting a thing out. Sure I've got friends, quite a few of them, or at least thats what I think. Maybe I'm wrong, I don't know. But no matter how many friends you have, I still feel the need for someone special, someone who's like a really close friend, but more than just that.

I've been told by quite a few of my friends who've been in relationships that being single is way better, that its so much better to be on your own. That being single gives you so much more freedom to do whatever you want and so on. And given that they've experienced both sides of the equation, granted there's probably something to what they say. And yet I can't help but notice, that they were, and still are, far happier, in a different way altogether, when they were in a relationship, than when they're single. For when a relationship ends, they usually do so on a sour note, and lets face it, how many relationships actually end on a good note anyway? And this unhappy ending is usually the most vivid memory of relationships that remains with them, despite the good times that they may have had.

It's a common human habit, and in my opinion, a problem, that for some reason we tend to remember only the sad and unpleasant memories in our past, no matter how happy the memories that preceded it may have been. And perhaps, this is why so many people have told me that being single is far better, although very few say its a happier state of affairs.

Anyway, back to what I'd just started talking about. Sorry I had to take a pause in between so you might notice a slight change while reading this, if anyone is at all. Just got a little too much to handle.

And now, back to the topic at hand.

It's really starting to suck, little by little, day by day, this whole business of being single, in my position. More than I realized, I need a certain someone, someone who I can let in without fear, with whom I don't have to hide myself, someone who I can reveal my thoughts to. My senses are being slowly strained more and more, reaching a breaking point, at which point, I do not know what will happen, except hopefully reset and start over with the same endless, torturous cycle. Each night as I lie in my bed, awake, unable to sleep, that wish gnaws deep inside me, for my state without that person is not something I wish to continue. That lonely calm troubles me, while peace of mind eludes me. Life just seems to be getting more and more monotonous without it.

When someone who makes me feel like that comes around, they turn my world upside down, unleashing a flood of emotions that I long for, wishing I could always feel like that, and yet I know that it is not to be. Kinda like having split emotions on a single topic really, for part of me feels and realises that these hopes of mine are but empty shells, never to be realised or become reality, and yet another part of me is hoping against hope, that I do find what I'm looking for, because my existence without that is but a mere shell. A shell closed tight to all who look, seemingly calm and quiet, shiny, but no one, not even those I hold dear, know what lies underneath that hard shell. There are one or two who do know me well enough to have an idea, but yet, for most, that is all they see. And part of it comes from fear, fear of getting hurt. For I fear that if I let someone in again, open the shell, for them, its all too easy to get hurt. For the shell might be hard, but what lies inside is far more fragile. I just hope, that one day, I find what I so dearly seek. Until then, Cheers to no one, for thats precisely who reads this.

Li'l start

Mayawati takes a goat and goes to visit Lalu

Lalu says: arey, tum is bhainsawa ko kyon lekar aaye ho?

Mayawati says: tum yeh kya bol rahe ho, dikhta nahin ye bakri hai?

Lalu says: arey, hum toh bakri se hi baat kar rahe they

Pattern. Or maybe.

"I been so lonely, I been so lonely, I been so lonely I could die." - Elvis Presley

"People come to windows and they always stare at me,
Shaking their heads in sorrow,
Thinkin' who can that fool be?" - Johnny Bragg & Robert Riley with the Prisonaires.

"And I still haven't found what I'm looking for" - U2

"And when I get home to you,
I find the things that you do,
Will make me feel all right" - The Beatles

"I hope my pony, I hope my pony, I hope my pony knows the way back home" - Tom Waits

"You gotta hold on, hold on,
Yeah you gotta hold on,
Take my hand, I'm standing right here,
you gotta hold on" - Tom Waits

"The curious feeling swam through him that everything was beautiful there.
And it would always stay beautiful there." - Tom Waits

"Well maybe God himself is lost and needs help
Maybe God himself he needs all of our help
And he's lost upon the road to peace
And he's lost upon the road to peace
Out upon the road to peace." - Tom Waits

"T'ain't no sin to take off your skin
And dance around in your bones" - Tom Waits

"All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free." - The Beatles

"And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky
Saying, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken" - Bob Dylan

'I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."' - Bob Dylan

"All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now.
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter's wives." - Bob Dylan

"Do You Know We Are Being Led To
Slaughters By Placid Admirals
& That Fat Slow Generals Are Getting
Obscene On Young Blood
Do You Know We Are Ruled By T.V." - The Doors

"When the day is done
Down to earth then sinks the sun
Along with everything that was lost and won
When the day is done." - Nick Drake

"Time has told me
You're a rare rare find
A troubled cure
For a troubled mind.

And time has told me
Not to ask for more
Someday our ocean
Will find its shore." - Nick Drake

"Clothes of sand have covered yor face
Given you meaning but taken my place
So make your way on down to the sea
Something has taken you so far from me." - Nick Drake

"I know you
I care too
I see through
All of the pictures that you keep on the wall
All of the people that will come to the ball
But hear me calling
Wont you give me
A free ride." - Nick Drake

"Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone? 
Open your heart, Im coming home." - Pink Floyd

"I've got a bike 
You can ride it if you like " - Syd Barrett

"I've got wild staring eyes
And I've got a strong urge to fly, but I got nowhere to fly to" - Pink Floyd

"What'd you ever say today when you're in the milky way 

Oh tell me please 
If I met you - I told you what to do 
Seems a while 
Since I could smile the way you do... 

How many times, if I try, if I may, 
When you're in the milky way 

Half of your time -beside me only atmosphere 
Since I could smile the way you do... 

What can anyone mean to you 
Standing in the milky way 

Take life easy 
Why so empty...? 
I told you - I can tell you 
What to do - when I hold you 
And I tell you "I love you" 
I feel that I'm way you do... 

Give a grasp of life today 
When you're in the milky way 
Oh, try to please! Knock on wood of the trees 
Glad you, mold you, mold you and hold you 
Means five miles 
And everyway for you..." - Syd Barrett

"'Cause we're the fishes and all we do 
the move about is all we do 
well, oh baby, my hairs on end about you..." - Syd Barrett

"I'm not like everybody else, I'm not like everybody else,
And I don't want to live my life like everybody else,
And I don't want to live my life like everybody else" - The Kinks

"I just came, to chase the blues away" - Tim Buckley

"There is a child sleeping near his twin
The pictures go wild in a rush of wind
That dark angel he is shuffling in
Watching over them with his black feather wings unfurled

The love you lost with her skin so fair
Is free with the wind in her butterscotch hair
Her green eyes blew goodbyes
With her head in her hands
and your kiss on the lips of another
Dream Brother, with your tears scattered round the world.

Don't be like the one who made me so old
Don't be like the one who left behind his name
'Cause they're waiting for you like I waited for mine
And nobody ever came...

I feel afraid and I call your name
I love your voice and your dance insane
I hear your words and I know your pain
Your head in your hands and her kiss on the lips of another
Your eyes to the ground
and the world spinning round forever
Asleep in the sand with the ocean washing over..." - Jeff Buckley

"I see a bad moon rising" - Creedence Clearwater Revival

"I have no work to do, so I posted random lyrics on my blog page. I hope to study after this" - Vishad Sharma

What do i say???

First off, the only reason I'm writing this on my blog is that i happen to know that the number of people who read this is less than the number of digits in a single digit number. So, on that note, please stop reading this if you are reading and kindly navigate to another site.

Thank You

Have you ever been in a place where you have so much to say that its like a dam waiting to burst, all thats needed is the floodgates to be opened to let out everything thats being held back, but couldn't say it? 

And it gets harder to say to those nearest and dearest to you. You know deep down that they love you unconditionally, that they're there to share both your joy and your grief.  They've had their share of ups and downs, they say, and they'll understand whatever you tell them.

But how do you tell them that which you really want to, that you really need to, when its so dark and scary that it haunts your every moment?

How do you tell those people, who have so rarely had a misstep in their lives, those who you look upto as the standard of excellence that you will always strive to but fall short of, that which truly ails you?

How do you tell someone that the thing you really fear is yourself?  For you know deep down, that no one can really hurt you, there's no one and nothing to fear, for what others can do can easily be repaired, but the only one who can really harm you is you. For no one else knows me the way i do, only i know what goes on inside my head, and i alone know the fear that i feel, when i cant control that whichs runs through my own head. There's a part of me, which i keep buried, deep down inside me, locked up tightly, afraid to let it out. But how do i tell them about the time it finally broke free, and ran amok. There was nary a thing i could do to stop it, all i could was delay it. Although i managed to cross that hurdle for now, the beast still lurks inside me, ready to take over at the slightest chance, always snarling and snapping, straining at the chains i have used to hold him. But i fear this time, the chains are still weak, and a single weak link is all it needs to break free, and destroy all that i struggle to keep safe.

To the Moral Police

Fuck YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

More to follow later.......

This is The End... :P

Yes. Boredom spurs all. Anyway, I'm bored of thinking about the same people and the same things. I'm thinking I'll think about something else. Think, I tell myself. I try. I don't succeed. Don't think, and I eliminate myself. This was supposed to be a funny post. I can't turn it into one. You can. Laugh. Now.

Fine. Don't. I'm blogging so much now, it always happens when I start reading other people's blogs. Mine seems so empty. Empty, emptify. :P

On the other hand, there are so many insanely hilarious things around me which I can notice, but never write about. Like the seriously awesome stuff you see everyday. "Shrikanth Kamunication Home" and that theatre that shows those Mithun movies with the shows listed at "9 baje PM" and "11 baje AM". Well, actually you don't see all of it. Which is your sad loss. :P

Re-cess-sun. It's a pain. No pain no gain. No gain means re-cess-sun. Shit, such a we-see-us cycle.

I'm going to kill myself if I make another punny joke.

*kills self*

Somethings clearly messed up

So i first noticed it this evening as i was browsing Google News as i do pretty much every 2 minutes when i'm bored. Two BE girls suffer burns in acid attack. Now, such a headline is in itself shocking and disgusting enough, for I still cant get over how someone could be so heinous and cruel as to do something like this.

I open the article and read it, and apparently its once again, in Hyderabad, a guy who got turned down by a girl he liked and so for some strange reason decided to disfigure her for life by throwing acid on her face. That really disgusts me. You get turned down so you decide to pull something like this. Maybe this is why you got turned down in the first place. Geez, fckin pricks.

Of course, the girl suffered severe burns to her face, as did her friend who was riding along with her on the scooter. The bastards who did this will hopefully get punished and sent to jail, but thats clearly not going to fix the girls' injuries now, is it.

Bad enough as it is, it gets worse. Only one guy has actually been arrested so far, while the 2 others who helped him are still out free.

But what really caught my attention was this. As i tried to search for more articles on this topic, i noticed that there weren't all that many articles on this report for some reason. To be precise, there were only 8. No, seriously, 8. And it gets worse. Most of those articles were from Express Buzz and a few other small local papers, including a small Pakistani one. Times of India was the only major newspaper with coverage, and even that wasnt much. At last count, there were all of 21 articles on this report, out of which more than half were Express Buzz updates on this story, and more small papers. 

And guess what, its not over. By comparison, there are over 4000 articles on the India-England test match. Ok, granted that cricket coverage online shouldnt necessarily be compared to something like this. Fine. How about this then, there are 266 articles debating whether Rab ne Bana di Jodi can draw people to theaters. Seriously. 266. Weird isn't it? And there's another 72 articles on Asin, the south Indian actress. And whats sad and yet unsurprising is that its not just entertainment portals n tabloids which posted these articles, but also several major news sites like DNA, TOI, ZeeNews, IBNLive, Indian Express, Hindustan Times, etc. The list just goes on.

Just look at the numbers. 266 articles on one movie, another 72 on an actress, and yet, just 21, i say again, 21, articles on a horrific incident like this. And whats really shameful is that small newspapers and even a Pakistani paper are covering this while our own major news organizations have totally and utterly failed to report this incident, choosing instead to focus on Bollywood stories, coz after all, (note the sarcasm) who really cares if people get their faces burned in an acid attack.

Clearly, something, somewhere went terribly wrong. I mean, c'mon people, fine SRK is big, but goddamnit, its not massive news. News organizations need to get their priorities straightened out, and fast. Even during the recent terror attacks, the news channels nearly jeopardised the rescue operations by showing live videos of the commandos, just to garner ratings, despite requests from the military not to do so.

Clearly, somethings messed up, big time.

The Mumbai Attacks

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Before i write further about this tragic event that took place a week ago and stunned not just the entire country but the entire world, i just wanna say that John Oliver is absolutely right, f*** those motherf******.

In a Dark Place, tis my Day of Reckoning

In a dark and dangerous place now,

Tis my day of reckoning.

Or so it seems to me today,

as i stand here at this crossroads

I must figure out what path

My life is to take,

Each path has its risks and dangers

My only hope out

Is to choose the one

With the lesser evil.

A great deal rests upon this decision

To choose which path i take

For tis can my life make

Advice and suggestions fly all around me

Yet i must take this step alone

For tis my life, and no one else's

And whatever evil befalls me on this path

Befalls me and me alone.

All that i know and loved

Lies around me on the brink of collapse

And it seems inevitable

That no matter what path i take

Something must be destroyed

And it seems to me to be

A case of, "Yer money or Yer life"

I need to be sure of what i need

To do in order to be safe.

Yet i must be sure of my choice

For no matter what path i take

There can be no turning back

I must choose carefully and choose it well

For, In this Dark Place, tis my Day of Reckoning

An evening at rest

Finally, i come home after a gruelling 13 hour workday, trying to solve massive puzzles all day long for the Microsoft College Puzzle Challenge. Ended up placing 7th out of 24 at my Uni and 105th Nationwide. Not too shabby for a team that was put together just the evening before and went in without a clue. Sweet! So as i sit here in the balcony of my apartment, in the freezing cold signalling the start of winter, a glass of something nice and warming by my side, relishing the nip in the air, sipping at my glass as it warms my sore aching arms and legs, my mind starts to wander, noticing the sights and sounds around me. It's already past midnight, but for the people walking the streets, going from one party to another, its Saturday night and the evening's just begun. Loud drunken shouts across the street, people clearly wasted and yet going for more. There's a pretty cheery atmosphere all around this week, the weekend offering a respite from the continual battering of exams and classes, further aided by the much desired victory for Obama. While the all the hoopla of Obama's victory and being the first black president in American history may have died down, its effects are still visible, uplifting the mood everywhere, giving people another reason to party, not that people need one out here.

And i think, why not. After all, had Mc Cain won, most of us would have probably  been on the first flight outta here. I mean seriously, while Mc Cain himself was pretty bad, the real horror out there was Palin. She really scares me. 

But i digress, as i sit there all alone in my balcony, one roommate gone home for the weekend, while the other sits in his room carrying out his daily nightly ritual of playing Halo 3 on his Xbox, night after night, swearing out loud, i start realizing just how lonely it can get, and it hits me all over, no one to talk to at night, no one i can speak openly with on the most mundane of things, just to know that i'm not alone. But i can't, because now, i truly am alone out here.

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Karan: hi ЂЄ ώΘ®ð Father: Ah, the sweet sounds of net mayhem. :D ЂЄ: morning Karan: whats up? ЂЄ: nothing, college submission, already late, checking mail, waiting for mom so she can tell me if I have to make own breakfast... bored Karan: lol ЂЄ: how did Obama win party go? Karan: no party jus happy ЂЄ: demn! Karan: ? ЂЄ: just what up with ye? how is all? Karan: well, there probably were parties in the bars, but i didnt go all's good u? ЂЄ: yes okay, I feel like banging my head against something, I feel like a prick :D Karan: lol why so? ЂЄ: I don't know, but that was amazing wordplay... :P Karan: meh ЂЄ: you're just jealous, don't you ever get that feeling "I will destroy anyone who crosses my path because they woke me up in the morning" or something akin to that ? Karan: so many fucking times ЂЄ: ah good Sent at 12:45 AM on Thursday Karan: not reallyh ЂЄ: okay you should, it is a very heartening feeling Karan: nah not a part of me i like ЂЄ: if you think so Karan: mhm Sent at 12:51 AM on Thursday Karan: temme some good english movies na ЂЄ: salleyan, english land mein reh ke... :P um 3:10 to Yuma, Be Kind Rewind Karan: lol ne others? preferably newer ones ЂЄ: Assassination of Jesse James Karan: na ЂЄ: speed racer ? its awesome Karan: that sucked ЂЄ: dude! no! okay. um, eh, um, tropic thunder you know about in bruges? Karan: whats that? ЂЄ: ah, brilliant movie, Colin Farrell Karan: hows taken? and know ne preferably comedy ones? ЂЄ: taken? might be okay, In Bruges is humorous Karan: k ЂЄ: Taken was the miniseries, right? Karan: dunno ЂЄ: hokay, body of lies is not bad either Karan: k nuff for now i guess ЂЄ: hokay Karan: aur bol ЂЄ: aur nothing Karan: kay Sent at 1:04 AM on Thursday Karan: hows chicks? ЂЄ: no chicks although did have great chicken biryani thats about it Karan: mmmm nice ЂЄ: you betcher ass, and now, young Karan, I must be off, lunch and submission Karan: lol k cya Sent at 1:12 AM on Thursday ЂЄ: that sounds like a mad sex fetish, if only I had a girlfriend who could read this... :P night Karan: lol dude i'm posting