| Sunday, January 25, 2009 | 2 Shouts! |

An arbit conversation with a friend got me thinking over this. We’ve all got talking about predicting the future, but I believe, the verb ‘prediction’ not only implies in churning out something bleak and unforeseen but deciphering certain things which were unkempt and unreasonable in what we call The Past.

Time just keeps happening, whether we think about the event passing our by, or just ignoring it.

Synchronization is wholly found only in your mobile phone Setting option, which is to synchronize stuff from your mobile to other connecting devices.

But never in real time.

When we talk about synchronizing, it’s mainly about two arbit stuff trying to look good together with a third invisible parameter called time. But realize it; time is the one that breaks the sync power.

For any event happening, a ThinkPad on the same involves time, and wherever this exists, or rather plying, there are bound to be mismatched hurries.

And voila! As this happens, it is unhandsomely proclaimed as The Past. And you are at the same position as you were before, you didn’t know what it was and neither can you guess now.

Time has no boundaries. The Past merges with The Present, and The Present with The Future.

Prediction is invoked when we have a merger of The Future with The Past…

Arbit theories, as random as random numbers… Well, now, comments guys! J


| | 2 Shouts! |

Maybe the days of regular blogging are in. I knew I had to catch up with it anyways. Passions don’t die, just improve with time… Aah! (That was from the ThinkPad! :P)

Days are going on real awesome. College has started.

BTW, the SE Comp class’s got promotion! That’s from the Ground Floor to the Second Floor! Whoa! Great achievement, isn’t it? :P

We’ve got a whole new range of subjects. Guys, we actually have a subject called SAD (System Analysis and Design). Now, now, now, that’s one self admitting statement, oh yeah, engineering does get sad, real SAD at times!

Well, somehow, college’s kinda refreshing, new subjects, better Profs, well I find it so, cause of probably the freshness. Will definitely get redundant with time! Aye Aye!

The other day, a couple of friends, we were discussing our profile pics on Orkut.

Mine’s the Linkin Park symbol, I so love it… I mean there are other things in life which I love more than the depiction, but they definitely can’t be ‘pictorised’!

Back to the LP symbol, thinking about it got me into listening to their songs, how much I adore each one of them!

That’s when I thought I could write ‘something’ for LP. No, don’t consider me crazy like the million fans LP have. This is just a fair attempt at improving my writing skills. Talk about enveloping!

So, finally, have a look… it’s an arbit composition. I have no idea what I could label it as: a poem, a story, a prose or whatever.

Better, I’d call it a dedication.

Enjoy it! (You will, if you adore LP, that is! J)

It’s VALENTINE”S DAY and MR. HAUN gets up with the NUMB feeling of something CRAWLIN’ on his skin. He knew he wanted NO MORE SORROW cause he wanted to end up in BREAKING THE HABIT. His FAINT attitude feels the HIGH VOLTAGE but he also know NOBODY’S LISTENING.

He asks himself “WHAT I’VE DONE”, he wants to RUNAWAY but he finds no way, no answer, as he whines “SOMEWHERE I BELONG”.

He moves ONE STEP CLOSER thinking he’ll LEAVE OUT ALL THE REST but all he got was LYING FROM YOU. He seriously wishes to cry out loud PUSHES ME AWAY. All he sees is PAPERCUT paranoia.

Finally, he cries out, showing his anguished veins, it’s MY DECEMBER and he finds his POINTS OF AUTHORITY for he says with an accomplished feeling, “I’ve found a PLACE FOR MY HEAD.”

And now, IN THE END, he feels victory as involuntarily as he finds himself with his HANDS HELD HIGH!

The Poetic Revival

| Thursday, January 22, 2009 | 3 Shouts! |
Now, it's been a real long time since I wrote something! (Shit, I've said this before in one of my previous posts! :P)
Well, it wasn't like I wasn't writing... Maybe I'd put it this way, writing something which I really couldn't translate to be on Morally's...
Yeah, some new interests, new bubbled out talents... Indulged in writing poems!

Okay, don't 'duh!' yourself from here... I know many of us ( including me, in the past tense!) hate poems... They just seem too structured. And we guys, anything arbit is the next best thing!
I've written like 42 poems in a month! People, trust me, it just happens!
Or maybe, some external factors did let IT happen!
Anyways, am glad...
So, maybe a small demo...
One of my poems, find it below... If you think my poem-writing hibernation paid off.. Get back, I'd love to share my poems with you!

Or else, it's the same damn ol' blog waiting to be read... Of course made interesting!


A sunny day, a dusty street,
And I wish to be teleported where our paths would meet.

The air feels dry, but my thoughts heavy,
As the wings of unfamiliarity push themselves in a mode so fiery.

My response to this stimulus is filled with uncertainty,
For my brain anguishes with variegated vanity.

I bring out the best and let the skies get marvelled,
As I lift my rucksack to conquer the path less travelled.

I'd love a feedback!