long time.

i havnt blogged for ages, i apologize. not that anyone cares to come across this blog but people who did look forward to me writing, i apologize once agn. and those people consist of only one people who now is too busy to read anything.

as for me, i have been reading all day and all nights in all the possible positions in which it is possible to read books. ive been reading back to back. i can think of nothing but books and of my family.

information and discoveries are like flowing into me. altho im hardly connected to the internet and occassionally go out to the city my environment is more resourceful than it has ever been. this place is filling any information abt anything and everything that can fit into my head.

four greatest fillers of space in my life and my environment are rosh, yasir, symbiosis college of design and books. these seem to endlessly dominate my thoughts and actions. im learning patience and determination. ah.. wat crap.. 'patience and determination' haha...

but the fillers are imp.

i bot this big fat dictionary and 'maximum city' frm my last shopping spree (well, shopping spree..i tried looking for clothes and stuff but i could hardly make myself get out of the bookstore..so my shopping always consists of books, paints and rest of stationery)

going home on the 12th. dunno if i shud be excited but im happy..i think.

Φ Gaaden

phygarden/fire garden/phi garden/fiy gaaaaadun.

For the first time I traveled alone in India. Actually it’s the first time that I traveled for such a long duration with no idea of how I was going to reach anywhere. I took a Volvo from pune station. It was priyas birthday so we bunked 2^nd half and she took us out to m.g. road, where me and kritika hogged. Then we had a softie each. Asmita, priya, abhay, kritika and i. Since I hadta leave asmita made us walk to the station. We found venus mall on the way and bot flat (bloody) burshes. Then we walked to the silly Volvo offices. I cot a bus and I was on my own, on my way.

4:15 to 9:15 I was in the Volvo bus. Haha. Wat a trip. They had ‘pyaare mohan’ in the bus. To make things worse I hadta catch a cab to tardeo frm dadar. By the end of the trip chacha calls and says yasirs on his way (and that was probably the happiest moment of my life) lol. I was so nervous and all of it just vanished.

(turns out it was 'five garden')

happy day

today's a pretty happy day. college is over an hour before time (happiness). the dhobi finally returned my clothes after a week and didnt steal any! im probably goin to bombay again, but the only problem is that i have no one to go with.

my hair smells of rosh's dove shampoo, im enjoying the breeze. nafisa's gone (she's gone to sophia's)

since ive come here the only people i love being arnd are yasir and nafisa. i get along with ppl but with these two i can be myself and they expect nthn more frm me.

me is enjoyin life. i do everything i shud and do a few things i think are necessary to exist. im learning wat is important and wat isnt. who is important and who isnt. time is valuable. right friends are most valuable. family is the backbone of existence.

am i gettin to philosophical now?? yea... definitely. oki let's chill. life's good and so is everyone.

in the train (6:50pm 30 july 2006)

with nafisa, handed her anne frank to read and have ctach-22 (joseph heller) with myself.

the scenario.
the trains moving north from where i sit. my right side neighbours the window. it is raining outside so the window's shut.
general comparment therefore the window doesn't shut completely. i can feel this thin line of cold air constantly pushing on my right arm skin.

nafisa's listening to music as she sits opposite of me and is reading the book. she seems to have read quite a few pages of it and i havnt gotten anywhere beyond the first page of the first chapter as yet.

i am restless to tell u abt this man in the cmptmnt who got on from lonavala station. he's talking to himself loudly and singing really odd songs pretty loudly. the door or the carriage is open and he's standing there doing his act. all runs through my head is tht he myt jump off or smthn. very interesting.

he's also screaming at non-existent people. 'kya re?' and lots more of marathi. basically just asking questions to the non-existing. the seat beside me is empty, i'm afraid he'll sit next to me...

i can really laugh at myself right now for thinking that way. but im still scared too. haha (7:00pm)

oh now i just realised. he's singing songs frm 'tere naam'. i didn;t know that people actually lost it after watchin tht silly movie. haha

painter-writer

Feeling a little saner now. Very upset about leaving this place. I am leaving for Pune once agn. I wish I were staying here for my studies. I do know that I can’t at least till this year is over. I miss this place more than Dubai. Yes I do get homesick all the time.

Sometimes I feel miserable. The writer has once agn awoken within me. Let’s see what comes around next. The painter is stifled inside.

The painter.
Needs to escape.
Wants to run away.
Has to stay calm.
Is the most restless.
Does not get any empty canvas.
I think the painter should try being an artist now.
Envies the writer.

The writer.
Has something going on every second.
Is becoming more efficient at what he does.
Has many ways to go.
Is at work.
Will always be at work.
Seems to be taking over the painter.
Gets inspiration from the painter.

at yasir's

i have more than just lost it. it is far more than clear that i have completely drained my brains in the wild mumbai rains today. some of my brains (left in the reserve) are going to be drained in the trip to pune tomorrow. i havent done even one of my assignments (i am so screwed)

my physical and mental health seems to be deteriorating by each second. i think nothing, laugh at everything under the sun, attend all my classes, eat vegetarian all day without complaining, hardly get time to write my diary, eat chocolate, these are the things that prove how bad my mental health is.

there is nothing more to say.
me and yasir played sniper-sniper* last night.
is there anything worse to show to you to prove how much the mental capabilities of young adults is deteriorating?


*we were basically sitting at his ghar ka window and strategizing how to kill and/or blow up vehicles that passed by on the road that we could see from there.

we assassinated 4 innocent common men with one (just one) bullet.

we also did assassinate the night-guard of the bus depot. the bus authorities shall be bearing alot of expenditure over getting a new one as the one we killed was an able dissappearble albino. (he was rather entertaining)


the (disappearable) albino guard