shut up...n bounce

NO...i am not at all refering to the song from Dostana. YES...i am feeling low and tis post is to make me get my priorities back on track.my book-mark says...its not important from what height you fall but how high you bounce back. true to the core but humanly speaking is it not next to impossible sometimes to do it?does it not happen that you get all dazed and confused thinking about something and the more you think the more baffling it gets..its like a quagmire i say because there seems to be no way out at all.wat is to be done during those bewildering times when even the strongest cup of black coffee ends up futile??when u sit surounded in the best possible human company and you still feel the vaccuum in cacophony??when coherence and reason take the last seat and you feel as if you are chasing the unattainable??so then the question arises..is the thing you are chasing unattainable or is it the thing you really want??if it is what u want and it seems unreachable then you are simple not trying hard enough....but the problem arises when u start questioning ur choice and preferences...wat if it is not what u want...waht if you have put yourself in iron fetters fearing to think beyond the obvious....THAT is where the root of the problem lies. when the existence of something comes into question its time for serious introspection and an unbiased one at that.its time to be harsh on oneself if needed and figure out what do you want...because at times being selfish and thinking about yourself is not the next best alternative...it is the only alternative!And once that is done i presume the problem comes to an end and you can see the light at the distant end of the tunnel....all you need to do is to walk throught he dark tunnel hoping to get closer to light with each fleeting moment.AND that is when i say to myself....shut up n bounce!!!!

abduction dash!

one fine evening; with a little bit of drizzling every now and then;this silly-billy girl was enjoying her American corn,blissfully unaware of what the future was to unfold for her within the next few moments. then arrived the three musketeres....N,R and S!disguised as taking her for a walk she was casually told that the three were going to chocolate room-a coffee shop of sorts.gleefully she nodded still engrossed in her corns..then within the wink of an eye N and S get a better grip over both her hands while R tells,"i will get the auto....u guys get the patient" yes..she R addressed her as THE PATIENT....penniless..and much more importantly phone-less she was squeezed inside the auto with the huge S on one side and N and R on the other to provide for the much needed coushioning for the girl.yet unable to comprehend she kept uttering just one thing,"u people are actually kidnapping me...u people are ACTUALLY doing it"and the rest that followed would be better depicted by these self-explanatory pictures....

N and S with dash!

some vellapanti n more embrrraaassssment fer the kidnapped....

presenting dash-when she finally gave in!

the three master minded musketeres!!!!!
P.S. i louuu u dash..plz dun slaughter me for the flower pic!!!

pic of my life

whoever has a knack for photography invariably has a pic which he/she labels as the pic of life. it might be a pic of their own in happy or pensive mood or jus something clicked by them and very close to thier heart.the one right above is wat i call the pic of my life.not clicked by me but defines me in ways more than one. on a very random night, my roomie-anyone who shares my hostel room wud be my room-mate but i shall always have just one roomie.so my roomie clicked this pic n i flicked it from her. no matter in whatever frame of mind i am in..this one pic i can always relate to- a mere speck in this big world,a fighter and survivor against all odds,a silent observer,a loyal companion.....may be this is my perspective of my own self.

this day..that year

sitting here on my bed,with the cool monsoon winds brushing past my hair,my mind drifts back to the past one year. Last year on this very day,life changed-for better and for worse. some told i was heading for greener pastures..some of them out in all their effort in holding me back but i left.i left the place that gave me everyhting beyond my expectations.my first hostel room,first ragging,first fresher's,first roomie....et all. Today,in retrospect,i see for myself that i have traversed a long way....i have undergone a metamorphosis,have become a little more fit to survive in this insensitive world.But at the same time i have found happiness.i have absolutely hated this place for the past year for reasons best known to me but now i think this is my first step towards accepting things the way they are. i have fumbled n i shall fumble but as said HOLLY-" in the meantine..life goes on"