So

So, i'm having the worst of the exams, definitely getting in 50% range, i.e. if i manage to pass...and my parents think, i'm taken by some poltergeist or something, to be so reckless during exams...and basketball is such a struggle-freak game, i'm gonna take atleast a million years to get really good at it...and after 4years of engineering, i still can't tell you what exactly i did, or going to do... but that all is after i destroy my tom exam, which is insane coz its coming from DCE and has things i don't have a clue, financial management... so, this is not a good time...

Music.

You cant say anything about music, because no matter what you say, its still going to be inadequate... but i do have to say this, music is the only true magic I've seen in this world... its one thing that never disappoints you, in pulling you out from the worst of the times; and making an ordinary thing like walking, sitting, bathing, playing, anything at all, an extraordinary experience... i hope i never go deaf, i'll be better off being dead than deaf..

Dogs in love??

Theres this interesting love quadrilateral going on in the basketball court. There are three dogs smitten by one black bitch. I don't know, wheres the competition, coz the bitch obviously likes the light brownish one, they even make out whenever alone. By alone, i mean no other dog is there, coz they obviously don't have any problems doing it in front of us; someone had to risk his life, and throw the ball at them to remind them of the public manners.

Back to their story, so when they are not alone, the three losers stick close, actually the white one seems like a either a loner or just unpopular with other two, coz he's always behind the other two. But anyways, they all follow the bitch who keeps dancing from one side of court to other; outside to inside to god knows where.

The problem is, when no dog is there that bitch keeps wandering all over the court, looking out of the court with big dilapidated eyes; and the moment they arrive, she behaves scared and runs crazy.. i really don't understand her psychology. But the real problem is, i'm really scared of these mad lover-dogs and even this bitch; i hope this love story ends soon, and they all find peace in their lives outside the court.

The streetlight.

I've been noticing a very strange thing since 2-3 days.. like i said, i go to this basketball court in my colony most evenings(ya, not given up yet!!); and all the streetlights on the way are already on, instead of one.. and this one lights up when i pass by; same happens when i return from court.. its creepy, but i think theres some explanation to it.. may be some motion detector or may be mere coincidence or may be i'm going crazy.. let me see for some more days..

Right now.

I really love winters, i'm happiest this time of the year; even a place like Delhi seems so dreamy in winters...
but its all a waste when you have exams, which i do in about 3 days...not that i even started with the course, which i'm soon going to regret, but still knowing subconsciously that you'll be forced to do things in coming weeks that you absolutely don't want to do...is not a happy feeeling.

i have this tendency to jump time whenever something stressful is about to start, exams, interview, some performance, anything... i go in the future and start planning what i'll do after this is over... makes it easier, but wastes a lot of time..

i think a good conversation can do wonders... all the grudges that you had with your day, they all, sort of just become a good story to talk about.. and even if you talk about anything else, a lot of fresh things come to your mind and that is so important, so that creativity and life doesn't die out from your mind.. plus its fun.

if possible i'd like to visit 100 places and more and talk to all sorts of people.. i really think, i would have been better off as a psychologist or psychiatrist or a lonely planet host or work as a volunteer for U.N. or even a wine-maker... i don't understand why would anyone enjoy being an engineer when every third person is one, such an identity crisis... but i'm sure i'll find something of my liking soon, may be after i earn enough money, i'll take something thats less safer or paying... or maybe not, who knows..

i've always wished to have a switch, through which i could turn my this wandering side off, so that i could be serious during exams... but no success till date.. i'm such a slave to my mood when it comes to doing something.. i wish i had more self-control.. will try to study now, i see the regret phase coming!!

My sour days

When someone throws his dog at you
and you scream your lungs out,
not once but thrice,
and people just stare, as if they know what you're all about.
Thats when you know,
its one of your sour days, saying "hello!".

One perfect morning
with your favorite music on,
you forget your cellphone in a bus..
and chase police station but the bus is gone.
All hopeless, yet somehow the quest continues
pays off in the end, but with sour hues.

Sometimes its so sour, it burns your tongue.
Your memory tricks you in doing things
that make a fool of you around..
you hope they'll fly away, as time has wings
but instead right back, the sour days swing.

Its like 19 people missing their train
running station to station, with heavy bags.
Not angry, not grim,
just sour, looking like rags.

And having a cranky old man as your driver
when you're on a "enjoyment-centric" trip;
is just as sour as you can sip.

Of the many flavors of life
this one, so frequent
yet forgettable
that sometimes you don't even see it
like some transition state
subtle and unstable.

The few last pages of my college register..

The few last pages of my college register
are home to some unknown numbers
people with no names, or people with two,
some gas agency, a chinese van, some mathematical solutions
that i tried to pull through.

Also residing,
the pencil sketches of satan's modern art
no meaning, no head or soul or heart
but a desperate attempt to kill time
an undercoat of thoughts sublime
some forgivable creative blunders
ya, still talking about the few last few pages of my college register.

and trash poetry like we have here
fills the gaps, rather just smears
the paper, blessed by the flight of broken wings
handicapped rhyming, incomplete strings
Still worth the crime, still going under
the few last pages of my college register.

And other random stuff
some priority list before i turn 30, pure bluff
conversations not needed, birthdays forgotten
some good songs, some just rotten
and i did say "few" pages, so wont go further
thats it, for the few last pages of my college register.

Ode to my hairs.

Thou have never got me any compliments
Thou just stuck there with my honorary impediments

Always, jerking out of control
thine spirals and thine doodles,
thine shameless stunts, lurking like noodles
Cmon!!, i've had it with you
want to shave you off, and start-over anew

Don't panic!! i'm still sane
with straight-ner, thee not that much a pain
but then, theres the heat and the split-ends and the fall
just how many tantrums are there in all..

And now thou gifted me dandruff
shampoo after shampoo, bluff after bluff
the other day, i bathed in neem water
caught cold, but thou knew nothing better

tell thou what!!!...i sit here counting
how much i spent on thee
d shampoos, conditioners; d cuts and d trims
and just how thankless thou've been!!!
living on the edge of thine whims...

Basketball lessons.

So it was a day before my last exam that i decided that i'm gonna try learn basketball...its almost a month now, and i'm kina happy that i went through with it..

Actually, i wasn't supposed to be blogging about it, coz i'm really miserable at sports , the reason being i stopped playing after the 5-6th standard due to something that happened.. and before that also, d only sports i played were cricket and badminton.. so it took every single drop of courage for me to do this..

Being a beginner where everyone is such an expert is always not the most desirable thing, but i guess i got lucky coz the guys who come to play are real sweet.. many of them coach so well that even the sports-dodo me learnt to throw the ball in the hoop.. and im gradually improving, they say at a pretty good pace.. but on my bad days, i just go pessimist and keep uttering, what if i never get good at this!!!

but i'm sticking to it for now...and enjoying it too, but i really feel awkward blogging about it..so lets just see what happens!!