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The Gurgaon Gift..

music brings joy, brings life. even to an empty mind. my taste for music have seen all extremes over the years. from the mushy songs of the boy bands – to the explicit raps of eminem – to the melody of rahman – to the foot tapping breakbeat music – to the soothing ghazals of jagjit singh n hindustani of ghulam ali. thats a lot of music :)

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yesterday we were at dilis brothers wedding reception at trichur. it was a lot of fun, something like a hostel re-union. nothing much has changed and i am very happy about it ;) on the way to trichur in train with the maharashtra teams, we bought a li’l gift for our kid at Gurgaon. to the dangerous KID ;)

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Afterglow..

Here i am..
Lost in the ashes of time..
But who wants tomorrow??
In between the..
Longing to hold u again..
I’m caught in ur shadow..
I’m losing control..
My mind drifts away..
We only have today..
Touch me and i will follow..
In your AfterGlow..
Heal me from all this sorrow..
As i let you go..
I will find my way..
I will sacrifice ’til the blinding day..
When i see ur eyes..
Now i’m living..
In ur AfterGlow..

Its a Vann song.. Must hear..

A Different Life..

Its all over.. I’ve become an engineer.. A computer engineer.. not a complete one at the moment, but i’m out of college, out of hostel N out of that way of life … Things have started to change in more ways than one.. Its can be seen in different ways.. Sometimes like embracing somethin different.. Sometimes like coming into terms with the situation.. Or sometimes like nothing other than just being numb.. 4 yrs have taught me stuff.. About my life n countless other things.. It has Given me friends.. Given me moments of magic.. Given me loneliness.. Given me noise.. It was a life with everythin.. N now, somethin tells me i’m going to have to learn to live life again.. A different life..

Life is Warm..

Just another nyt at the hostel.. Only few more nights like this left here.. Its raining outside.. Nice breeze.. N the music echoing around..

The Noise.. Again..

I’ve been away from blogging for quite a long time now.. Times i had a gprs connection, i dint feel like blogging.. Times i felt like it, i dint have a gprs con nection.. So i’m back with both in tact.. I’ll be posting often from now.. Loadsa reasons i was kept away from here.. Loadsa things happened during these days.. But right now, i’m sitting in a bus.. Waiting to go from calicut to trivandrum.. Back to the college.. Back to the hostel.. Back to the last and final regular exams of my btech course.. Back to the noise.. Its been a while since i’ve been brought down to earth by life’s happenings.. The sense of the word noise has changed tragically for me in the past few years.. It has nothin to do with sound.. It has got everythin to do with way of life.. N ryt now, i am going back to that way of life..
P.S: Anyone who reads, please excuse the irrelevent n non related sentences (bandhamillaima) in the post.. It was not intentional.. Its Just that my head is jammed..

A Strange Friend..

Few days back CP found a small baby bird lying in college covered all over by a bunch of ants.. He took it to hostel n we’ve been lookin after it n giving it fo od n water.. He had paralysed its right leg n was very weak.. The little bastard was always hungry.. Pullin his mouth wide open for food when i slowly run my fi ngers through his feathers.. We had a slight hope that he’d make it, but unfortunately he gave up fighting today mornin.. The funny thing is, we dont know if it s a he or she or wat type of bird it was :-) But there was some kind of attachment.. He was vann, n i’ll miss him..

A Sweet Reunion..

Sittin in town near museum.. Thought of going to some travels to check for our class tour.. But its sunday, so nothin is open.. Teams inside theatre for kayyopp … I’m just spending time.. Came across this bunch of lovely old ladies n a budha who are having some kind of a reunion.. I assume they were old classmates in s ome college.. Nice to see their faces light up.. Their laughter filling the air.. :-) I’m just a spectator..

Kayyoppu.. The Signature..

Chumma lying down in room.. Already very late.. Close to 3am.. Not really sleepy.. Went for kayyoppu, the new renjith movie.. The movie was a class act.. One of the most touching movies.. Its a story of humane values, story of friendship.. The story of balachandran, the writer played by mammooty.. Direction has been just amazing.. I wish i could write more about the movie.. It left a void somewhere.. The simplest film i’ve ever seen.. Picturesque Speechless!! Hmmm.. The following dialog by mammooty captures the essense of the movie…

The Last Supper!

The last supper, before the operation of course.. Wat u thought?? ;-) My parents left.. My cousins came.. Gafoor and Shameer.. Gafoor’s the newly married guy.. Having fun makin noise.. Had some phone calls the last one was the best.. Hihi.. Anaesthetist came and saw.. As a matter of fact, i’m like bruce willis in unbreakable.. Have not been ill much in my entire life.. The biggest illness before this was a german measles that too a mild one.. After his checkup i went to sagar to eat chicken biryani.. Its like i’m here for some holiday.. :-) The doc said not to eat anythin after 10.. So i ate till 9.55.. Gafoor bought some mangoes.. Now i’ll lay low.. At least i got to be serious some time right.. Tomm morning after general anaesthetia, its showtime.. Operation begins at 9.15 or somethin.. Next post, after the break.. Ciao..

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The tracks…

I reached feroke.. Most of the time i was just gazing at the rail-tracks.. Its great to watch them while the train is moving..

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