Burn. And then Ressurrect.
Enchantment Who?
Specially for someone who'd come to live when the heavens leak awesomeness.
In case you haven't noticed, it's me the Gulmohar.
Maybe I enchant a lot of you, a lot of others, and hey that's good to know.
But today, in these rains, I just need to tell you,
I enchant myself.
The Bond of Threads, Processes and Other Strengtheners
Delayed. Yes.
Intensity of feelings faded? No.
Distance related issues? No frigging way!
Again, this ain't about some guy. This is for you Shweta Nadkarni, a.k.a Tweta!
Something about the pic : This was taken during the last days of engineering. Fun week. The day we all dressed as kids.
This one's an excerpt from a super PPT Tweta had created for me on Friendship Day. The best gift I ever received.
Friends make the journey worthwhile. Noted. Celebrated. Awesomeness!
The Mountains, It Will Be!
I get asked, how can you be so sure, so perfectly affirmative about 'the knowing', and then the smiles take over.
Oh no, it's not love, definitely not this.
I've turned nocturnal and serious. I talk more sense ever since I graduated, like some exponential wisdom gained. I would have to mention it was similar to my Klout score increasing to 62 from 53 in one night. No, seriously!
The real question: What's with me and mountains?
The answer should be: Inseparable.
And yeah, the above's a real click. Manali. The place which has memories so strong, I could attain Nirvana/Salvation every time I close my eyes and think about the same.
'The knowing' starts here.
And apparently, it will end here too.
This post will go viral in my mind; and I'm not too keen on divulging any more details.
Subtlety, is the word here. :)
Words. Only.
Post. New. Talk. Words. Only.
Day. Describe. Boring. Lazying. Twitter. Love. Snooze. Studies.
World. Mine. Different.
Conversation. This. Pictures. Sequence. Motion. Gap. Mystery. Interpretation. Try. Dual.
Dream. Holiday. Mountains. Snow.
Ditch. Friend. One. Every. Stab. Recover. Negative. Fall. Infinite.
Songs. Rain. Pain. Cleansed.
Beginning. New. Wait. Wait.
Again. Fall. Now. Puddle. Relief.
Promise. Myself.
I. Me. My. Mine. Myself.
Universe. UNSHAKEN.
Know, Not, I Am!
Sometimes, I can tell if I am warped by something or I have tentacles that touch all points in the universe.
I am strong and I am weak. The wind is my pain; sometimes it is as light as the breeze on my face, and sometimes as fatal as a hurricane.
I drive both inside me.
I am alive and I am dead.
I am my Universe.
Sloth You Are!
I could crack it open without losing the flavours that governed the aura of my surroundings.
Deep thoughts with superficial actions, that’s how I defined myself most of the time; and I never found the exact term to define it, until he finally blurted it aloud!
Say what?
I met him as usual. It was the beach side.
“Baby, how is your project progressing?”
“Perfect!” I replied.
“Oh! Nice, so has the testing and integration phase been completed?”
My first reaction was my most loved gesture, the raised brow. I let out a naughty giggle. I cleared my throat to speak again; I knew this was going to be long.
“Did you know I was a perfectionist?”
He looked puzzled, that was quite expected.
“Perfectionist? You must be kidding me!”
“Alright, I’ll explain. There are two kinds of people who embrace the term perfection. The first kinds are the trivial perfectionists, who leave no stone upturned in completing anything and the second…”
He cut me short. "There is a second kind too? Wiki needs to know!"
I slammed him back, “Thank you for the sarcasm, now would you like to listen?”
“Sure!” Though, the look on face was more of a mocking one.
“And I was talking about the second kinds who start something, but have to terminate the same due to certain reasons.”
“That’s perfection baby?”
“Hell yeah! It works on the principle of ‘All or Nothing’! Either you remain in state 0 or completely move over to state 1. It’s a digital world honey!”
“Bah!”
“Nah, it’s supposed to be wah!”
And that’s exactly the moment when he finally got me the synonym of the conversation we had!
'SLOTH YOU ARE!'
Engineering: What Next?
Stop For A Knock!
Yeah, generate something… something… like what?
Jaya, this one’s for you. You wanted this to be up. Thanks for praying so hard. Your dream’s finally turning to reality! Party! :P
My last post was like ages back… no, no, it’s not whether blogging still interests me or not, I’m still so passionate about it… but now, the thoughts just don’t seem to put up in one place, so that I can frame them together… instead, all I see is a mad dance.
(A question for my thought: Hey, you guys putting up The Mate Dance huh? Just like the bees… remember, remember! LOL!)
About something significant that happened, well, I met a very old friend afer a wait of five years! Phew! Now that’s certainly something. Find the pic somewhere below.
I'd write more...
For now, G-E-N-E-R-A-T-E!!!
The Value Of Love (Hate) !
Most of the time, I can see it coming. Though, I must admit, with an appreciable experience, now I know ways to get there…
It’s a big place; with miles and light-years of loneliness.
Occasionally, I’ve met a few distressed souls.
Some, like me, trying to engulf solitude with all their might and some, unlike me, for whom loneliness is the only alternative.
I repeat, loneliness is the key, and isolation is the lock. Both fit in perfectly, only if they’re made for each other. The rest of the times, there are a million combinations to unlock the barrier between them.
I see green rocks and purple trees. No! I’d like it to be orange.
There!!!
Soon, I find shade under the orange colored tree.
A signboard does an appearing act. It says,
‘Wish For It And Solitude Gives You.’
It sees me responding with a deja-vu look. It disappears immediately. Yeah, I am the boss!
‘Are you trying to find shelter?’
‘Nope, I’m trying to find my shoe lace. Got a spare one?’
Time for some music. Load play-list ‘Forbidden.’
Play.
Yes, I’m thinking about you when I listen to Lift by Poets Of The Fall.
Burning, soaring, high!
(Wry smile) Now, you sure know whom I'm thinking of, when it’s I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace.
What better feeling than justifying your hate!
… And so the play-list continues with a lot of Pantera, Nirvana, Metallica, Linkin Park, Lamb of God, Nightwish etc. etc.
Recharged! Replenished!
Hit me! And I swear you'd bear the same! \m/
You sure are wondering what the hate all about is. It's like this:
Would you understand the value of love if you didn't experience hate?
AS DARK AS A RAINBOW’S SHADOW…
COLLISION COURSE: DEFINITELY, MAYBE. PROBABLY NOT!
The Engineering Baba!
Well, whatever!
Do tell me, if you like it! Enjoy the humor, and do not miss Engineer Baba! ;)
PREDICTING THE PAST
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
The Engineering ‘Un’advantage!
Nurturing a dream is one thing and getting nurtured (unnurtured in this case! ) is another.
Engineering was/is one such nurture.
Much of my thoughts, like of many others wistfully sublimed when shot with what next after school.
Hardly a made up matter, but it WAS and HAD to be engineering!
And there were definitely many reasons to it, not one being redundant
Finally, I am in an engineering college to air the reasons.
The Fresher Year was fun. All we had to do was get ragged by seniors, awe at the marvelous campus and the pen-ultimate would be to find the answers to many a questions that we actually sung… like Somewhere I Belong by Linkin’ Park, but yeah hardly study. It’s like a reward for the extreme ‘tortures’ that we faced in answering all those coveted (Yeah right!) engineering entrance exams. Not to forget the difficult times to choose which college would be our den for the next four years.
Later in our post-junior year, the scene:
Academics (Here, it is personified, mind you!) as if in frustration gives you back all that you ‘possibly’ deserve…
Like deadlines for completion of journals, no notes and material to study from, attendance issues, sad outdated frustration-invoking subjects, sadder classmates who’d be nine pointers cause they’ve got the awesome, flattering ability to rataa-marofy every single line in the text book and so on…
Output: Utter frustration, fed-up feeling and an attempt to unbelong to engineering.
But hello, all these feelings are invoked internally, like in program compiling.
But, you possibly wouldn’t succumb to all those. At the most, all you could do as a consequence of the invoking would be crib to like-minded studs (other frustu engicos! :P), give up for a few days… (Engineering ultimately sucks you in!) and in my case would be writing a yayaver blog! (LOL!)
But hey Mr. Engg ain’t that bad. The infinite techie terms which engineering teaches us find their way recursively in blogging rather than my sem-end answer booklets!
One example:
Me and a group of friends were treating ourselves for dessert at Baskin Robin’s.
The infinite flavors available always put us in a fix.
Me- “Hey, I think I’d satisfy myself with World Class Choc” (It’s a flavor!)
A friend- “Hot choc over pineapple for me.”
Me- (Getting tempted by the hot choc topping…) “Hot choc topping for me too!”
A friend- “Err… Shradha, ain’t hot choc over World Class Choc a bit redundant?”
And that left me thinking about the word REDUNDANCY rather than the redundancy itself!
Boy, now that’s the story of how our ice-cream got a bit ‘techie’ised!
There are many more of these… I’d probably have a ‘blogfull’ of these!
Two more years of bliss with vengeance and I know I WOULD and HAVE to make it!
HAIL-O-ENGINEERING!
Duh! :P
The Syntax Of A Resurrection 'Under'statement!
I make sure to hold me, to hold me in one piece so that I can make sense of what I see. An imaginary brush is wading through the sky. I concentrate at it now.
This brush, it first makes a long straight line and then a semi-circle from the end point of the same line. The curve's been adjusted the way we adjust the curves in CAD. (Wow!, I can actually relate!) The curve's small and stops at the mid-point of the same line. Not over as yet. Inclining itself at 45 degrees to the same line, it starts to rush out till it's at level with the same line again.
Eh? Like WHAT was that?
My eyebrow's raised and am literally gasping about what I see. My concentration's getting concentrated to the ultimate level; so much so that I wonder whether it could actually ignite a fire!
As if sensing my helplessness, I see a replay again.. again AND again!
Suddenly, the dumbness inside me fades and I realize it's a..... "R"!
(I almost thought it was a big fat "L" for me! Shit! Though I know I can't really call myself one now! P.S:"L"oser!)
"R"?
What's that supposed to mean? My name doesn't start with an 'R' and neither my latest crush's! :P (Ya right!)
I grit at this... Yeah still gritting... Gritting and gritting...
And that's when I see the answer!
REVIVAL! RESSURECT! RISE!
What?"I am not dead!” I shouted at the voice within!'Ahem!!!' was the answer I got!
My face suddenly has a change of expressions and the whole thing suddenly makes sense.
The Dark Gal's turning into a dead one! I sympathize with my blog which hasn't seen much of me since June. Oh my.. I can actually hear it’s cries and wails! :P
What a hint! I almost 'un'figured it!
Two months has been a long time and I must admit; I have been lazy and busy, occupied and a couch! (Neutralized eh? :P)Yeah whatever!
i am IN now! And now it's getting dark again! (It's absolutely not my problem that the night has stolen the darkness from me! :P)Hahahaa... (The weird and wicked one...!)
Put all this in an endless loop... Ha!
Infinity should be the infinite answer! :)
The fabrication of a ‘lost’ gain!




With the skies a gleaming white, everything so lucid and forever enriching, all worth a dropdown. Or better, a showdown.
But am not one of those guys who’ll admire it to the core; spiritually and literally.
I have a relational database and I don’t really take much time relating this scene to a few scattered events.
Loneliness is the key and isolation is the lock. Both fit in perfectly. But not always!
Starring through the window, I get stuck in the still image being set in front of me. Movement could still mean stillness. That’s illusion.
The only unnatural sound is the tinkling sound of a drop of rain falling over a crushed can of bear, and am not happy.
Silence is golden, but an impurity in gold makes you think. So, I better be thankful.
Shifting my eyesight downwards by about seventy-five degrees, I can see some movement that is definitely not human.
I make my day. I see a green tree snake lurking in the wet grass. I smile. Awesome beauty.
The other day illusion and distance blew me. Mistook a full-grown earthworm for a baby snake.
Sighs!
I hate green but I love the shades.
Have an old blow up poster re-pasted on the walls of my room. Maybe to commemorate the winds of change. It’s one of the best of my High-Skies collection.
The Mormugao Port is barely functional, cause the rains make it run into ‘dry’ business. Didn’t really hear about weird ship names like “Pyaare Amma” (Japanese or Indonesian vessel) from dad. Subjects of a hearty laugh.
Rains do make me more nature-inclined. At least for a month or two. My resistivity to the same hits an all time low.
I feel like an electron following the conventional flow of current. (Too conventional!)
And now, all that I wanna do is wake up…
DUH!
Ressurection after life!
Wondering what this is? 'Life After Life'!! Came across this in this last two days. Literally it means, even after having life, you know you dont and then suddenly you realise that , it was it that you were waiting for!!
Yeah, am philosophical, infact lots philosophical....
Everything happening with me has to be concluded with a philosophical chant!!!
Moving on to some serious talks, we have been learning since our school days about the balance in nature, the cosmic power about good over evil, about lowness to highness...and so on...
We never do realise the meaning of it, just know the literal meaning..
But when we do come across events happening in our life, we naturally are awed by its depth and trueness..
And this is exactlt what I came across, a subdued feeling of dejection with a whole lot of heavy head... but if you are right and you can see through all this mist in front of you, you will see a solution, an answer. The previous blog mentioned about me being an angel, an answer to man's problem in the play. Well, someone else can do that job for you for a while!
( Okay, I know some of this or probably all of this will sound non-sense to some of you'll but I cant make it too personal you know )
Been an okie-okie day today...
Was just up with friends discussing the sad types in our class, and believe me, more than half are true saddies!
From the saddies to the noticed, chemistry lectures ARE real boring, even the prof says so! Well dude, thats the state of our education system!
Education system! Oh yes, I have a presentation on the topic 'Defects in the current education system and suggestions for the same'. Duh! Pretty boring!
Note: I have nothing against the reserved category students!
But, there's something about reservations which I think is really unfair. I mean almost half the people in my class are from the reserved category. Some deserve to be here and some don't. its all unfair at times. And yeah, a mention about this point in my presentation is gonna give me some hard looks, am sure! But do I look like I care??
Anyways, well I've written enough but this one blog is not what you could read and satisfy yourself! Well, I believe its not up to the mark! But, hey every day is different right?
Cya!
Cheers!





