When a well is really a well indeed.....

WELL.....and yeah...."All Is Well" this time....perhaps for multiple reasons....biggest one....Grade Point Average.....I did not know that a mediocre-ly sounding number (whole or real or fucking natural, I don't care) --- 0.36----- has this much of prominence for my happiness.... yeah....Am a proud 3 pointer now.... and lead that 3 by a margin of 0.36...... Probably this one of the meanest achievements anyone can ever think of....probably some may not even think of it as an achievement...screw them....lol....But this one is indeed one definite thing I can really consider as one of my happiest moments....just because of the things I have gone thru for not being able to score a 3 probably makes this moment more special I guess... lol....by whatever means ......I AM HAPPY.... and this is what I really strive for.....

And...damn the Psychophysiology guy...mayn....I worked the whole spring for just crappy stuff....and for all that u gave me a "B".....damn....I thought I deserved more than "B" until I realized that all my peers got a "B-" and a jack-ass got a "C+"..... ha ha....I was lucky to miss that unlucky bus....lol.... Bottom Line.... I am happy for that "B"...ha ha....at least I am made to be happy for that.....

And........aaargh.....graduation ....arghhh... (yeah, it deserves at least two aaarghss.. ).... anyways, I am only gonna talk about the things that made " all is well" a reality......


Yeah.....now I am in Alabama in a sucked up place called Auburn.... mayn... this place is as big as my entire apartment.... lol ...just in a conclusive manner....but in reality.... not much bigger when compared to my apartment....ha ha.... I am here in Auburn to meet another of my sucker buddies....one of my better buddies....one of the many jack-asses...Karthik....ass hole he is ....just for the sake of it ....lol.... he is one of my best buddies....and an equally eccentric guy like me.... in fact more eccentric.... I am here to celebrate his birthday on the 26th....and if I am sure...I have made a mention of his birthday in one of my previous posts....anyways, I am here to celebrate his birthday up here in this sucked up town.... do u really call it a town ??? .... this place is just a place with a university in it and some nerdy guys like my friend....making it to the school everyday....there it ends... nothing much to talk about it....there is nuthin up here except for some basic necessities like Kroger, Walmart and of course some random liquor stores (this has well became a necessity after I have been living in Houston for 2 years)..... as said....nuthin much to talk about the place....except for the calmness I observed and which I seriously miss at Houston.... and even though, I have realized how much I miss Houston now.... for all the pack-of-losers up there....and for the enormous amounts of fun it has..... I Love Houston ....! More, I am going to write about Houston and those pack of dozen odd guys ....yeah they are indeed odd.....and am one of those odd's ..... and that makes us all even.... ha ha ....

Coming back to Auburn......yeah...Karthik's bday is on Wednesday.....I dont know how I can actually make this birthday a "happen" in this kind of place...probably we are going to Atlanta...a near-by place (100 miles and it is a near-by here....understand the practicality about Auburn now...) .... Yeah...Atlanta....supposed to be one of the busiest places according to Emily.... anyways, let us see what is up for a crack on this Wednesday.... and I am certain that if this loser is going to make out a plan for his birthday it is really going to get bust up..... probably I need to just look-in for something that makes this a happening indeed....I guess, I will write it down in my next post....


And yeah......all these things so far mentioned are indeed a cause of happiness... but it does take some extra effort and some extra sense of adrenaline rush of happiness to make me sit in front of a laptop at 3:00 AM in the morning and writing down this stuff.....yeah....I am talking about my phone calls for the night..... Had two separate conversations 2 hours each....one with my alter-ego ....virtually and really....and the other with my "split-before-it even-started-girl-friend"..... ha ha.....lol....u know what I mean..... usually a talk with her makes me go nuts and gives a sense of a sore loser......has actually turned out to be a pepped talk...FABULOUS.....never did I knew that I can talk so loud, clear and exactly-what-I-Wanted talk..... lol... probably it was just because of her that I could that ....anyways, I will not go into the details of the conversation.... but its actually a very serious topic....which started from a cold-war types of stuff....to a serious tone....to abusive terms....to blaming terms....to of course u-r-a-loser types talk...indeed I am talk....consoling talk....friendly terms....a-few-jokes types....fun terms... and a total comedy of this serious situation.....JUST LOVED IT..... probably this has removed any complications that had the possibility of existing between us....and also made our souls more transparent......it was really good.... AND I WOULD REALLY SUGGEST IT TO YOU GUYS.....if you have any kind of complications or ill-will between ur friends or with someone else like I mentioned before....just go up and talk to them.... and it works like a magic....believe me...!!!!!


Alright.....I think I have already written a whole lot of stuff now....time to catch up with some kind of a movie.....probably a allari naresh/balayya movie can have me in splits....will go for it....


"ALL IS WELL"

Adios,
Vivek

P.S.: Songs being played for the last 1.5 hours are just 2 tracks..... one from the movie "Darling" - neeve neeve and ""Iktara" from Wake Up Sid...... Two brilliant tracks.....really romantic and fabulous ones.....get on with those if u are really willing to share up with yourselves......ciao...!!!!

Tu Jaane na....

Fresh air blowing from the small opening of my bedroom window at 5:00 AM is sure to cause jitters and make your mood go candescent, especially when you are listening to a lovely romantic song by Kailash Kher from the latest movie Ajab Prem Ki Ghazab Kahani. It is amazing. Believe me, it is refreshing and I just cant help myself from keeping this feeling on this blog.

As I laid down myself to prepare an essay for one of my courses, there was this song that I was listening to perhaps for the last one hour, that was constantly fluttering my concentration and making me fly in an array of colorful thoughts. I am not even sure if I am able to form appropriate sentences at this moment...lol...I am just writing down what ever is accessible to my flapping mind....

After a series of posts that I wanted to post but actually could not (have those as drafts still...) this made me update my blog atlast.....After adjusting the volume to the maximum (good enough to avoid the hard snoor of my friend who is sleeping right beside)on my lovely little ipod, here I am writing this short post (short ? actually I dont know).... After going through a rough patch these days, finally I made up to not lay back and dwell on these issues..and instead.....to live every moment to its fullest....

Well....I am keeping this post short.... I have an essay to be submitted right tomorrow.... And as always writing has been my passion (so this essay should interest me and keep me awake atleast for another one hour)..... Meanwhile.... I will be enjoying this Tu Jaane Na song atleast for another 30mins....

Kailash Kher rox!!

Adios!

I wanted to speak out my heart...

But all I was able to do is to make out a "lie" ....

Remembrance

It is not well this time. I am low and sunk by the demise of a friend of mine. Though he was not a part of my comfort inn, we have been classmates for 4 long years and it is a good enough time to miss someone when they are not here. He was good and simple, not that good words should be said to the late ones but he is indeed one such. The only thing that flashed my mind when I heard the news of gloom is "Everyone marks a print in your life. Some when they are with you, and some when they leave". This was true and complies with the second note I mentioned.

We both came around the same time last year to the United States but different Schools. I have lost contact with him once I am done with my Bachelors but all of a sudden after 6 months, I heard the news from an other mate that my friend is suffering from Brain Tumor and very mention of that news made me stand still for sometime and it caused me to be in utter silence when I heard it over and over that the tumor is in the final stage and chances of living are bleak. I was then there, thinking and brooding about the past instances where we have been together if not for most of the time but for atleast some good memories to recall. He was then back to India almost instantly unaware of how dreadful that tumor encroachment is going to be. He was then there, back in India, being treated for his illness (what he thought). I was getting almost regular news from other friends back in India about his situation and my sadness only deepened on hearing about him each of the times. And finally came the time, when I heard possibly the worst news I have ever heard, his death. My heart sunk for a few moments with a zillion of thoughts triggering in my brain about him, his family and about the times we shared in the past. The only thing that recited in my mind at that time was, "It should not have happened to him and he has not done anything bad which deserves him this treatment". But the destiny had the final say.

May your soul rest in peace, Manideep! We Miss You!

New of its Kind!

Well....of course...you cannot really expect me to start a sentence without my fav word....It has been a real long time that I updated my blog. Have been busy with work and my love, "Cricket". Cricket almost forms to be a part of my life ever since my childhood. This post isn't going to be about Cricket (but I am pretty sure of one coming up soon) but about the people around here that I have come across, interacted, befriended and loved every bit of them. Starting with, I always sense that I show more signs of gratitude to the people who help when I am in a need. I just really love the ones who can just dig me out when I am sunk or in a low or in a need or sometimes even a want ;) (perplex word, I know! :D). It was these lads from Gujarat (I had to look up for its spelling, strange that I never used it to write) and Rajasthan (dint need to look up as I still have a frame of the newspapers flashing a headline Rajasthan Royals are the Champions in reference to the last season's IPL edition) that I befriended with. These are super cool ones. More unlike seniors and like friends. They beared all my Hyderabadi Hindi (All the Hyderabadis! Stop arguing that we speak the correct Hindi but be gallant that our's is a super cool accent! Love it to the core! :) ), struggled to understand my pieces of flying words for the fact that I am not-so-good at this language (Have been struggling ever since my Hindi teacher punished me in primary school for a misspelled word. Crap! How can you expect someone to be a pro right after being dropped into it. LOL. Atleast NOT ME). This is the way that I get away from the actual theme and keep dwelling over the other things of little/no importance in these braces (LOL...but it is the way I LIKE IT! :D ) .... And getting on with the actual post.....yeah...those people were good to me and actually too good to guide me how to handle the classes and other stuff (Thanks people!) .... And coming apart from those... I was there with a group of chaps, of course that was for a very short time but they were good to me...but havent been in touch with those guys these days (they are a bunch out there) but learning that they have developed a kind of a tame impression with everyone (Seriously I dont know why but I still like those guyz....and thanks for the Biryani (only if you are reading this ;) ) ). Then it is that I moved to my new apartment.



My new apartment. It really forms like a feel-good-factor when you have something all for yourself and when you can prefix MY before it. It does. Starting with, lol....this guy...is amazing....Let alone for the fact that he writes his own testimonials in orkut doesnt leave the paint tainted lol....I never knew that people can be so talkative, cunning (accept it dude! x-( You are! ), good, intelligent, helpful and all at one time. This guy can turn anything to his way. Believe me. He can.

Then there was this guy who is loved my everyone, almost instantly. He attracts people unlike the other guy but in his own way, his torso does the talk! :D . This guy is like an almost instant hit types. Have known this guy before but not from the close quarters. But now for the fact that he is one of my better buddies, it really makes me feel good. And u know what...the very flash of his talk make me ROTFOL (roll on the floor laughing) (I am gonna make a para for every two people. Be patient or get away. LOL. Was just kidding... This just reminded me about the latest interview of RGV of how arrogant or rather bold one can get... he does ROCK! )

I dont know why I always feel like writing late in the nights or for the time freaks, early in the mornings... Its already 5:10 AM now and I really feel like sleeping for having to wake up early in the morning before 11:30 (Its early. Atleast to my standard) to catch up India vs England T20 action and desparately praying for India's win. May the lord bless and make India win tomorrow.

Thats all for this post...and I would be continuing the same post tomorrow, for sure!

Adios!

Life at Houston - 3

Well.....(This is the most sought after word by me....I usually feel like starting every sentence I use with a WELL...lol) After exactly one month's of time I am back here ....and guess what....it is only after an inspired compliment from a friend of mine I felt like writing back here...And u know what....this compliment came from a person who is much better at what I am doing...so it always a feel good factor when someone better than us appreciates our work! (Sure! U would realize it only after you experience it)... Before I begin this post, let me wish my best friend on his birthday (I know best is superlative and superlative always refers to one....But for me it is one of the many).....

Happy Birthday Karthik :-).

May you have a year filled with fun and frolic, happiness and joy, success and accomplishments and all the good!

It always feels good on wishing your best friend at the right time!

Yeah...coming back to the post....and let me remind you about the time....its 2:52 AM, May 26. And for yet another time...its again a mid-night that I started writing a post....so there should arise no argument in people accepting me as a thorough nocturnal. And...I just now skimmed through my last post and learning what point I stopped writing in my previous post....

Now that I am not quite interested in writing more about Life at Houston....I will just make it a quick post on this.... Well(yet another time)...Its weekends time.....And guess what..our weekend starts on the Friday evening itself.. And usually it weighs some 4.5 Liters + 1 Liter (special).. And for the spelling freaks like me....Yeah. You have got the point. Liter is an americanized word of Litre (what we use in general....And this thing pisses me to the core....the way these Americans destroyed the language English....they make everything at their will and create confusion amongst the British followers...F**k 'em! ) .....And after this much of content one only needs to be a sober to not have lost the senses...And by the time mid-night bygones (sometimes morning too) one (needs to be a sober) gets the feeling of being either in a "pagal khana" or in a land full of morons. You see people apologizing each other (I sense no reason and understand no point too) ... You see each of them laughing at their own stance.... people recalling their past love and cussing their ex for whatever shit that happened.... someone drooling on the floor...someone puking on the shit place... and their happens to be some gems in these situations too.... Some of those which I recall are .... my friend (no names please :-) ) taking his shirt off...point his left side of the chest..and reciting "Idi heart ra...it hurts! " ....some even go to the extent of being what these Americans and the modern Indians have achieved .... being G**.. lol.....this is what I understand when I see people kissing each other out of no where affection and even sometimes locking in a restroom for about 15minutes together.... (Do you see any other point apart from what I suggested ? ).... ha ha....lol.... these are the usual shit things that happen....that happen only on a Friday Night.... And I just love being there...And u know what...sometimes I miss parts of this action, Reason: You should me good enough at guessing it after this much of elaboration..

And waking up on a Saturday noon....you see people being cranky out of hunger and running to a near by store or the newly opened Indian restaurant to feed themselves and get relived from the usual burning sensation in the belly (an after-effect of an usual Friday Bash) ....And...slow settling themselves by watching either one of the "feel good" movies .... (I dont realize how many times I have watched some particular movies...I lost the count.....)...or by being on the mobile and talking with friends spread across the wide horizon of the United States of America and sharing the things of week....

And....guess what...I thing u must have got it by now... it is no more of a surprise.... the usual call ....wats up to night question....heading towards valero....some good liquid stuff and the usual crap! ... and again we see our Saturday getting lost in the breeze and wake up on a Sunday noon...catch up with the latest movies....talk with friends....and if there is any time still left....have a look at the assignments....and sensing a feeling....oh no...! its too tough to do it all alone...lets wait for others to have a look at it and join them...and getting back to the action of movies or the yet again...no...I cant take it....VALERO! The guy there has a big broad smile on his face on seeing us and realizing that we are the boost to his good running store! ....lol....

This is our usual weekend stuff..... meanwhile we get through the weekends time....we usual sneak some time out to settle our cash balances and realizing that our bank balance is depreciating, depreciating exponentially and our credit cards outstanding balance raising exponentially and speaking or rather a sworn....I will get these expenses down from now on....lol...That "now on" has not yet come into our lives....and we know that it is not going to come in any near future too... :-).....

This is all about the weekends stuff! I am not quite sure if this was a good post..!! Perplexed I am! lol....

FYI: For the music fanatics, Yeah. I am again listening to the same play list of the last post to get the same feel but not this time...this doesnt really interest me anymore....I wud be chaning the playlist now.... And the time now is......3:33 AM ( Something David Shepherd would love to shrug at;) ).....

Thats it for this post! Will be back pretty soon!

Ciao Amigos!

Life at Houston - 2

Yeah...10 mins...and then getting ourselves ready in 10mins of time and believing (literally praying) for the bus to be late ....and rushing towards the stop...it makes a gawky look with these Americans sensing something wrong with us and keep looking at us in an odd fashion...I dont understand...even after these many Indians staying here, they still dint completely get to know about us...lol.... yeah...rushing and catching the bus at last.... and panting ofcourse we enter and and driver gives a gawky expression yet another time...then we enter and find some of our folks already in there and start a loud conversation usually compelled with an even louder laughter and of course(two words! and SHIT!) commenting on the fellow "Kallu" ( No offense) travellers and having laughter.... then we enter our school after a tiresome yet refreshing 30minute travel....and again rushing (We, Indians do rush a lot! ) to catch up with the part-time work at the campus and realizing its again late and working out a theory to explain in case if the boss needs some clarification on we being late all the times to work! ....Quite Desi! Then catching up with work....and yeah....I did not skip about the break-fast thing....but the thing is that we skip the break-fast (Reason: You know it! ) , then feeling hungry...we wait for the boss to go out on a scheduled meeting and quickly slip to a near by Satellite or the University Center where the health conscious people rely on Subway food, and the usual food-lovers latching on to the Taco or the more tasty (Calorie) Pizza Hut! I dont know how it starts, but we people do get aware of the word calorie... and start babbling about it...Comon, what have you been eating for the past 20 years and how many calories does it weigh ? ( lol...I dont want to blasphemize too much on those for me being one of those calorie conscious guy :P, it gets into you with people talking so much about that) ....then...quickly having the break-fast cum brunch cum lunch at the same time and quickly getting back to work!

And the usual work starts and believe me, more than 70% of the people working literally have no work to do or too little to do....yeah! its true! and the rest 30%... poor guyz...have to get their heads out to solve the issues....and in this sense am lucky! :D .... Then getting done with work....we wait for the bunch of people to gather up and it usually means 30 minutes of wait....I hate to wait! gather and set off home in a bus, of course and indeed with the usual LOUD factor ringing in constantly....finally getting back to home and getting back to our respective homes and making some instant food and getting ourselves satiated of having filled in the belly and not needed to eat anything for the next 4 hours (pretty soon we are found feeding ourselves with some or the other instant stuff :P).... then...rings our phone! someone of our friends calling up...and asking the usual rhetoric question, "Wats up to night ?" aaah...No...yet again!! We are soon seen collected and heading towards Valero, a near by gas station where we buy the liquids! Then we quickly roll out and seen sipping yet another time....Sometimes it gets overdose...but in the usual week days everyone almost keep themselves controlled! .... (Well....All the talk I have been doing so far is only about the weekdays, there is lots of action to be jotted down for the weekend stuff and thrills!) ... But it is a different sense, different feel to be sipping in with so many people (the regular count is at least 8 and expected to rise to 15 during the weekends)....After having the regular share....we slip past back to the respective homes again.....and start cooking something to get ourselves feeded and then the usual night-midnight-early morning melo drama starts.... and then its a repeat from what I have posted earlier!!

Continued!! I think its going to be a huge post!! To describe an experience of 9 months does take lots of time !!

Well, its already 6:02 now and I guess its time to sleep....got to study lots of stuff tomorrow.....need some good nights err... morning's sleep....

FYI: In Dino so far played 5 times and the current track is "Ahista by Pankaj Udhas", super one! Listen to it if you havent yet! I dont exactly get the lyrics but do get the FEEL :) .....

This post will be continued.......ciao!

Life at Houston

Well.....I am here...at the city of Houston (Supposed to be the fourth largest one in the United States of America) writing in the mid-night at 4:54 ( I know, most of the people may argue its early morning...lol....atleast you get the sense right....then whats the point of arguing :D ) okay...yeah....mid-night...writing about my life here...and u know what...I am supposed to be sleeping by now or at least (this friking word always irks me to the core, everytime i check for the spellings....it highlights me keeping me aware that at least is a phrase with two words in it...bull shit...when they are supposed to be used together why dont you make it just one word....makes no sense) studying for my exam on Monday....well today is Saturday mid-night or Sunday early morning for the time fanatics....I am not interested, as ever, in studying that stuff....I dont really understand the point in manning up some thing (again a phrase with two words, SHIT! ) which I actually dont like but only I am ought to....may be someday I will figure it out) ....and yeah.....dont be too crapped up these sentences in the brackets.... I have this unique canny way of expressing my views on something while writing in braces...I feel its a part of my writing....lol....coming back..... Yeah...I am not interested in doing that....but its only that I am ought to....lol...repetition(hate this spelling!) ....well....its only that I am not interested...and I am pissed of reading that course...I slipped online and started writing this for you :-D ...

Now, I have a friend of mine sitting in front of me now, relaxed and talking with his girl friend on his flashy N94. Though I have earphones on, playing a playlist "Hindi Slow Songs" from youtube with Bheegi Bheegi from Gangster being the current track, I could hear (listen ? ) to what he is actually speaking to her....well...its the usual cussing, accusing, smothering, and the usual pissing off is what I hear....I feel its very common when people are in love....I had my share of experience in the past but am single now! (Yeah! I am gonna post about this one too, pretty soon! :-) ) ... Lol...let him have his talk, by the way, the track now playing is "baatein kuchh ankahi si from Life in a Metro", very apt to my friend :), and lets come back to what I was talking about...yeah...LIFE AT HOUSTON..... Its just this! My life here is active mostly in the nights....We have this usual movies playing up through the nights...with high volume from the speakers...Sorry to disturb once again! The current track playing now is "In Dino" from Life in a Metro, I simply love this song and am sure of it being played at least some 4 times for this night.... :D....... coming BACK.....we are pretty lively in the nights..doing all the fancy things....Can you imagine people making a Chicken Biryani at 4 in the night and eating at 5....Yeah...it does happen with us....I can call this freaky! utter freaky! ...We have all those movies, mostly repeated one, playing up and my friends getting lost in the feel for the movie and sometimes even me....makes me romantic yaar! We finally get a sleep at some 6 in the morning (at least now, I should refer it as a morning ) and usually skip our morning classes to compensate for the sleep lost in savoring our feel ....and then wake up suddenly in the noon and finding to our horror the clock ticking fast away and its only 10minutes to catch the bus at the stop ( yeah, crap! we still have to travel in buses here :( ) ...

Continued.....in the next post!

Things of past!

Well...All I have written so far was just about my feelings before I headed to USA. I think I got too sentimental while writing about it so thought of having a break and brush the things of past.

As I am here now at Houston, preparing for my crappy exams...Computer Architecture to be precise...not exactly knowing for what I am doing it but only understanding the importance of grade.... suddenly something from the past flashed up....I dont know why....but it just happened while I was observing my right arm ... it in a moment took my thought away to some action of 10 months back....it was a sunny day (as ever) and I was getting my things arranged before having to come over here...it was some 10 days before I guess.... I received a call ....someone from a blood bank calling me up and asking for my availability to donate blood to someone.... with so little time to think I dint know how to react up for I was very apprehensive with that feeling of shedding my blood in packets...anyway...I asked her to call up after a while saying I was in the midst of an important thing....And after a prolonged thought and asking my father about it (my father, my hero, he is always encouraging in what ever I do...I just love him!! I am gonna have some of my future posts dedicated to him) ...I called her up and said that I am ready and willing to donate my blood....then she asked me to call up some other mobile which actually belongs to the patient...upon calling that a beautiful voice greeted but I could sense a feel of being frightened in her trembling voice....I dont exactly remember her name now....but that equally beautiful as her voice...she asked me to be at a hospital (anonymity..? lol...its just that I dont want to let know too much about her...)... I met her up there... and to my utter surprise she is a teen hardly some 20 (I know 20 is not a teen, but to jiff up I described so)....and she is an utter beauty.... I know I know....am being utter non-chalant when talking about something of prime importance and considered a good deed..... but I dont know...I would like to talk more about it before I put an end.....Yeah.! she is an utter beauty....equally and most appropriately matching her voice.... she was graceful too...actually the patient was her father....she was graceful in her every movement....and asked me to wait for my turn to come up....it did come up after waiting for a whacky 1 hour (yeah...that was whacky....I dont know but I dint like that waiting experience....) after that wait...I had to go in the nursing room and then the nurse (lol...dont expect me to describe her...although she was good at look :P ..) yeah...she just slipped in that sharp syringe into my right arm (this was that what brought me here to write about it) and then there was a pack studded with red liquid after some 10mins...I dont know if it was a psychological impression or a genuine reaction that led me to being almost fainted...the nurse up there was might scared on seeing me so then....she tried desperately to get me back to consciousness which I did guess, a minute later....I was almost like dozed off then....slowly gathered my complete conscious and gladly took the fruit drinks offered by her..... after some 15 minutes I was back to normal and took off from there before I called up that gal and informed her about I am being done. Well, I thought of she thanking me personally but that did not happen....may be she was busy with some other important things ( I was a fool played by the thought of she not being gratitude for my help not really understanding her situation...).... After a few days...I called her up to inquire up about her father's situation and she was again the same ...brisk and short at her conversation...that really annoyed me...and I soon hanged up the phone only after learning her father was doing fine..... But some days later I received a call from her....I was happy to see that....but upon receiving it...she did not bestow any thanks (of course I am not fascinated about collecting someones thanks, but I feel it forms some one's moral responsibility to do so)....she was quick in asking me for help in finding some blood donors.....I said "okay, I will let you know if I find any" ..then the phone hanged up...and so was that issue there.....I never ever tried to look up for someone she asked....I dont know what could be the cause for this non-chalant behavior of mine....but that was there..... I still dont figure out what made me to be so insouciant and helping out someone in dire need....I still feel for that action of past....feeling guilty every time I think about this ..... May be....my little sense of understanding and thought of maturity could have helped her in solving the problem.....

Learned Moral for LIFE: Get your ego back and do the things of prime importance which could make someone, somewhere, sometime happy! You will sense it great, for sure!

By the way, my blood group is B Positive :-)

Things go way out unseemingly!!!

I dont know!!! This phrase is the one that rhetorically squanders inside my mind. I dont know. I dont know how things are going to turn. I dont know what I am feeling like. I dont know what I really want. But, all I know is that I am missing something. Something that is so close to me, something/someone I love so much. I dont know who or what it could be. But all I know is that I am missing it. Missing it seriously bad.
I dont like myself to be lurking in an all bad, down and low shades. I hate to see myself down trodden in the shades of murk. I hate myself when I am doing bad. I want to rise up and against the tides of low. I dont like to get under the ebb but over it is my way.

Unforeseen Journey

Well, it all started some 3 years back from now. Never did I thought I would land up in this land of culmination of cultures. May be, you can call it as the "influence" which has brought me here, but frankly speaking never did this thought come across me since am a kid(an able one :) ) . Then I thought..well...This is life...not all the things happen with our prior knowledge somethings do happen with in-time or really on-time.

Then, the journey started from High-Derabad to the Land of Dreams (as famously called, even now I had to check for the American spelling of the word famous, but it stays the same as the Britain one. Wonder why ? ) I was there, bidding final byes to my most dearest ones on earth. Sometimes you just dont really understand what is happening around you... That day was some of those "Sometimes". Tears kept afloat, with spirits all low, words tottering, and ofcourse mind filled with a haze and daze of million thoughts, the strongest of which asked me shut the f*** up and stay back in my India and the meekest one perhaps the most feeble one asking me to stick to my limitations. As always, life is about compromise(I dont really agree upon this, but at times this seems very inevitable to me) quote wandered through and the feeblest of all won the board and there I was boarding the Jumbo Emirates flight from Hi-Derabad to Duuu(r)-bai with those mixed feelings still hurting.

All it takes is good company to keep yourself engaged in good spirits is what I believe. Well, I was self-compassionate in this aspect. And that good company made me or rather took me from being jerky to a lil' jerky. As the 16hour flight was on air, my thoughts competed with the speed of the flying machine. Instead to get lost in the potentially aimless thoughts, I choose to indulge myself. That was good of me in being able to do that. Atlast, the tiresome journey has ended with a glimpse of lush green land and a straight never ending runway. Well, I was in Hou(w)ston. It took me just 20hours to reach from one H to another H, but I was quite sure that it is going to take me more than that time to understand the current H to the other H.

As always, first day (night to be accurate) is the hardest to surpass, with the range of thoughts multifolding every other minute which manged to gain a voice and scream "What the hell am I doing here, away from everything I have". But soon, these thoughts became gentle and finally slipped when I slipped into a nap (Surprisngly, I seem to be affected almost nought with the general nuances that everyone seems to be occupied with. That night, I could sleep really well and sound as always, countering the Lag Time).

End of Day1(12 Hours to be appropriate)

To Be Continued.....