..eMJay's rantings..

..of loss...

2009-09-25T20:16:00.006+05:30

Baby I loved you true as can be,

Your friends laughed at me, so did you.

Not a glance nor smile was spared me,

Not one, till my lips turned all blue.

Now you tell me you were wrong,

You've brought with you a dismal bliss,

And you're sorry you took so long,

But I can't, breathe let alone kiss.

A rainbow I've all the while chased,

I'm soaring now, higher than the moon.

At heaven's gate I pause, dazed,

For you are but memory, lost soon.

Gone sunshine, gone is the laughter,

Only a drizzle to hide your tears.

You wanted a happily-ever-after,

There's but loss, and a memory that sears..

On belief, and faith..

2009-06-14T21:58:00.002+05:30

1. All the world is misshapen in marvelous and malevolent ways.But belief is the one thing that can prevail upon a man to transcend his human nature, his worldly bonds. It isn't necessary to have something to believe in. It's only necessary to believe that somewhere, there's something worthy of belief..

2. Now, the belief that there is a real world corresponding to what your senses tell you, cannot be proven. It has to be taken on faith. But a system of belief which has to train specialists to renew the believers' faith every 7 days, is inherently irresolute..

..Falling...©

2009-05-02T09:18:00.002+05:30

1.Was lost for a while,

In a lonely place,

With no hope of life,

No joy or desire.

Poisons clouded my brain,

They'd tear me apart,

I'd bleed myself dry,

I was burning in fire.

And then i found you babe,

piece of heaven on earth,

All sweetness n light,

and a heart for hire.

(Chorus)

Take my hand,

for I am falling blind,

bring me home,

bring me home...

And know how I feel

Know what I want

Know whats to be

Me O Me..

And know whats to love

Know whats to give

Know whats to die

And know whats to live..

2.Not a penny to give,

No fancy limousine,

No penthouse place,

Just a loving heart

I sold my dreams,

Got you jewels and rings,

So i could keep you near,

And then you threw me away

Still i keep coming back,

Like a junkie on drugs,

For your kiss on my lips,

Some kinda fatal desire

(Chorus)

3.Do you know how it feels,

when I look in your Eyes,

and realize oh how,

I've lost it all..

Fallen from life,

Fallen from grace,

hopes and desires,

I've burnt them all.

Burn your heart,

Burn Your Soul,

And you'll know,

What's to lose it all..

(Chorus)

Falling, lyrics for the first track in The Morning After Project. All lyrics are property and copyright of the author.

..one...

2009-03-21T12:10:00.004+05:30

A one-line story

In a one-page book

A one-armed bandit

In a one-stop store

A one-trick pony

In a one-horse town

A one-night stand

In a one-reel film

A one-eyed beggar

On a one-way street

A one-way ticket

To a no-man's land..

..journey's end..

2009-01-26T08:18:00.002+05:30

And now I've reached the end of the line,

My weary feet will not trudge on.

For all these years they've stood by me,

This is our final stretch together.

The endless road stretches before me,

But I dare look ahead no more.

Always drawing you on, never getting near,

The horizon is only a fool's hope.

All around, these sights, these sounds,

Sensuous delightful jewels.

Not for me, they hold no charm anymore,

Nothing matters but journey's end.

And what have I to show the world as mine,

Remains of the life gone by,

The things that measure a lifetime's worth.

All that I am, is YOUR memory..

of despair, of hope..

2008-12-21T22:21:00.002+05:30

Where have all the flowers gone?

Where the love, the life,

The cherished solace of your embrace,

That I felt not so long ago?

Oh where? Oh where?

Young I was, and so in love with you,

Completely, unwaveringly.

The days were full of joy and hope,

Fragrant nights of memories,

Times that we spent together.

The way you smiled, the way you spoke,

the way you glanced

at me through the corners of your eyes.

Your love was my asylum,

In a world that i did not care for.

For what does a man want of his life

But somebody to understand him.

A kind word, a hug that said

You cared, you'd stay,

And together we shall win the day.

Oh but a vanished idyll now, alas,

Such are the ways of fate.

Of all the dreams, all that remains is a sigh,

And for all the promises,

You never knew when we died.

Every longest night has a dawning day,

Every darkest cloud has a shiny ray.

Ah, while there is life there is hope,

Hope, for tomorrow.

Hope i shall too, ask not why..

..remains of the day..

2008-12-11T19:54:00.004+05:30

Says he:

A shattered bottle of perfume,

And an unfinished poem

Are all that's left to me

Of the things that we could be.

He was a beggar before her

Beseeching a queen's grace

And though hopeless as it was

A believer she made him, alas.

With flowers he said his love

Wrote poems with her in mind

And sleepless nights he spent

Memories of her smile, her scent.

Every moment was torture

Like none other he had felt

But each glance of hers made up

For he did drain the bitter cup.

Hope it was that carried him on

Hope, that makes jokers of men

Hopes of a love that'd conquer

The odds, be they ever so darker.

So in love was he, the maudlin

All his belongings he pawned

And bought a perfume exquisite

For his lady, token of love implicit.

Ah the moth, he knows not

That the flame cares not for none

Belongs to the candle she does

And everything else is detritus.

Thus it was she chose to reveal

She belonged to someone, not him

Though she knew of his love ardent

For her he was but toy of a moment.

To be continued..

...r.e.i.t.e.r.a.t.i.o.n....

2008-12-03T18:56:00.006+05:30

Object of adoration

Cure to my condition

Cant bear no separation

No love's dislocation

The perfect addiction

Smile like a benediction

Those looks of affection

Drive me to distraction

Distant in our location

But close in affection

Only truth, no fiction

Deep, dear conviction

Oh, the conversation,

Gives me a fixation

Not my imagination

Fear no admonition

Pay you 24/7 attention

Have not one objection

No thoughts of dejection

We have a connection

N always our association

Cause for jubilation

Hope this relation

Has no annihilation..

Primrose..

2008-11-19T23:21:00.006+05:30

The Evening Primrose

Who knows what secrets she holds,

What sorrows, behind blue eyes..

She was a bud, dreaming of tomorrow

When she'd flower, when she'd see the world,

See the ecstasy, feel the joy,

Dreaming of colours and sensations unknown.

But unbidden came the night,

A crushing, apathetic night.

Is it blindness, or a darkness of the soul

That robs her of her dreams.

Who knows what secrets she holds,

The Evening Primrose, that blooms at dusk.

Here today, gone tomorrow,

None to admire her hue, her fragrance,

Except the night, that coldly night.

She longs for the warmth of morning,

Longs, against all that says otherwise, for

A caress from the sun, before she withers.

But for now, she's alone in the dark..

PS: This one, again, is not mine, just translated from Malayalam by me. Acknowledgements to a friend, n the author.

PPS: Dedicated to one of the most remarkable ladies I know, Miss. D.

The Joker Weeps..

2008-10-06T08:31:00.003+05:30

A thousand claps after the show,

But in his box the joker weeps,

Cutting into his hands and legs,

Are strings from a cruel world.

Clinging to the edge of being,

He was trying to walk the line,

Obligation fettered his dreams,

And shatter he did when he fell.

Poisons, they clouded his brain,

Twisting, tearing him apart,

Losing mind body and soul,

Distant echoes of a silent scream.

And then it was he found her,

Like what was meant to be,

But given her heart was already,

A lucky king that trumped a joker.

Now, beggared by love's promises,

He watches life go by relentlessly,

Just memories for a sad company,

Neither joy nor hope, he has none.

But a day shall come to set him free,

Cut loose that string of being,

When his soul shall soar ecstatic,

Death his salvation already.

PS: All characters and events are real and any resemblance present is intended. Unfortunately, no questions shall be entertained.

For you, My Love

2008-08-20T15:11:00.005+05:30

The mesmerizing sweet scent
of your lustrous black hair,
The patina of a thousand smiles
in your glittering blue eyes,
The sweet promise of those
oh-so-tempting lips,
All these and much more, my love,
had adorned my youthful reveries.

As the storms and gales of reality
scatter the budding dreams,
As memories of you become
wistful sighs of a lost being,
The images of a shared bliss
become indelibly etched in my soul,
Ah, what use this life, this breath,
this void joyless world,
If I have lost the one thing,
My Love that made it worthwhile.

PS: This one, again, is not mine, just translated from Malayalam by me. Acknowledgements to a friend, n the author.

Something for all the vagabonds-at-heart..

2008-07-16T12:51:00.003+05:30

To whomsoever it may concern, the blog owner's still alive.. Unfortunately havent posted for a while, for more reasons than one, which are quite immaterial right now.

And meanwhile, I've been tagged, more than once I believe, @ Renji's blog, and intend to take it up at the earliest possible opportunity.

But for now, before I take another sabbatical, I'd like to present something for your consideration:

4 tracks I've heard lately, and like quite a bit.. If you've heard them, think about the order I'm putting them in, and if you havent, try 'em in the suggested order, I like to think they'd be worth your while.. [PS: with specific attention to lyrics]

* 3 Doors Down - Train
* Chris Rhea - Road to Hell
* Good Charlotte - The River
* Bob Dylan - Knockin' on Heaven's Door

Gone too soon..

2008-05-01T11:20:00.007+05:30

Gone too soon, you are
Gone but not forgotten
The sweet memories and the sad
Linger, though you're gone.

In my life's interminable journey
You were the landmark
Looked forward to, now past
A blurring moment, forever lost.

A thousand lives shall never suffice
To define the "you", define the "us"
Friend? Partner? Soul-mate?
Still looking to comprehend, I am.

And when you walked away
I could never stop you, never say no
All that I was capable of
To still my thudding heart, dry my eyes.

Come back to me, will you ever?
And though the answer's understood
I cannot but wish, for one more time
One more kiss, one more song..

PS: This one's not mine, just translated from Malayalam by me. Acknowledgements to a friend, n the author.

.. on Choice..

2008-04-21T10:01:00.003+05:30

The power to choose does not give you authority over the outcome of the choice..

Something that almost all of us overlook..

And if you dont think it's self-evident, look at the Indian democratic system..

..through the tunnel, to the other side..

2008-03-26T23:21:00.001+05:30

Boy, if you stand for nothing
The powers-that-be keep telling me
You will fall for anything
Oh yeah, As sure as 1 plus 2 is 3.

Where do i find that something
In this shifting, rolling sand
In this mire i call life
How shall i make my last stand.

Clinging to the edge of being
Was trying to walk the line
Obligations on the one side
Overbear aspirations of mine.

I cannot call myself free
Never was, never will be
For the duties and the claims
Thousands, they tug at me.

Some things in life come to pass
And others, sadly, they may not
Only the fullness of time lets you see
Which comes to fruition, and which to nought.

Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown
Hidden canker in the youthful heart
For the night before dawn is long n dark
When hopes can die, souls depart.

Timid though the heart may writhe
Cowering from tomorrow
It does well to pulse unerringly
Life brings hope, though the path be narrow.

..another Princess n the Pauper story..

2008-03-16T10:10:00.001+05:30

From the doors of the limousine
Steps out the beauty queen
As in the pages of a magazine
Lovely as I've never seen

She's got fortune n fame
As one they call her name
But me, she sets aflame
Pauper, i know it's lame

Do you sigh in a lonely night?
Ever wish for a shining knight?
Far from the glamour n light
Someone to hold you tight?

I'd give you a beating heart
A love that'll never depart
Now this aint fake, not art
Nothing like a la carte

Now some things you cant buy
Like the love of an honest guy
Girl, if you ever wanna try
Call me to you, i'll fly.

Someday i hope we meet
Maybe kiss your lips so sweet
Your hands your eyes your feet
Tell you of my love complete.

..do not send to ask for whom the bell tolls..

2008-03-11T12:21:00.005+05:30

I've been thinking I should post something for quite a while, never really got around to it, as anybody who's checked out the archives would know by now.. N yes, now that I'm doing it, well, it's all a jumble..

What got me thinking first was a friend of mine losing a couple of members of her family on the same day, in an accident. My prayers n thoughts with her n the family at this juncture. In all our life, if there is ever one single reality which cannot be denied, which cannot be disproved, that is Death, le Mort. And whatever religion you believe in, Hinduism, Christianity, Scientology, whatever, nobody really knows anything about what happens afterwards, except that the corporeal body returns to dust.

That should be it about Death for now, have a lot more to say but I'll come back to that later. Anyways, this kinda got me thinking about my own death, and what happens then. NO, I did not want to prepare a will, or make a last wish.. I was rather thinking, what impressions would I leave behind. Like Chandler Bing once said, it might be that the world will remember me only by the ass-print on my favourite chair.

I'm not saying death aint a sober or a sombre affair, it is, because you've just lost a person who somehow or the other mattered to you. But something I've kinda noticed, the concept of "eulogy" does not seem to be common in our society, and as far as I know, not anywhere in India. The funeral is as much about remembering the departed, as it is about the relatives' n friends' grief. N i got thinking, I'd like a eulogy by a friend, that is in case, I have even one friend left by the time I die, n yes, I do have some candidates in mind.. :D

Generally, even though I sometimes write what I like to call "poetry" (ahem!), I dont like reading poetry, with all its metaphors n surrealism and what-not. Jhanjhad hai yaar, mere se nahi hota.. If u wanna write something, make it direct, in your face. Anyways, more on that later. Point is, while browsing the net, I kinda stumbled on this poem, "Funeral Blues" by W.H. Auden, really touching. And I thought, I'd like to have it read at my funeral. Just thought I'd put it up here..

>>

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

<< style="font-style: italic;">Guns n Roses cover of "Knocking On Heaven's Door" by Bob Dylan. Awesome song, those who're familiar with it would say, and those who arent, you're missing something.

So, that's it.. A poem or a song, 5 minutes of the mourner's time.. Now, some of you might call this post morbid, but really, I dont know, I think it's pretty normal.. :D

..memory lane's not what it used to be..

2008-03-04T12:26:00.000+05:30

A dust-devil rises up
From lanes once strolled
Hand-in-hand, in bliss
Bliss of love extolled

The seat of the park-bench
Where we left our mark
Two names, and a heart
Now seats not one lark

That pavement cafe
With the accordion player
Where she loved to sit
As i toyed with her hair

Spring's given way to fall
N darkness comes early
People rushing home
To loved ones, not me

Maybe just a fool's advice
Take care of your own
Cause one day they're here
Next day they're gone..

..a life full of care..

2008-03-03T10:45:00.000+05:30

The eyes never see
What the heart hides
Disconnected, we are,
From all that surrounds us
Logic, cold and pitiless
Driving us on
Never stopping to think
Of more than existence.
Open ur eyes
Give life a chance
It'll captivate u
Body, mind, soul
Take light, smile
For today's all there is
Tomorrow, who knows?

..from a pavement dervish..

2008-03-03T10:42:00.000+05:30

Tear myself apart
Bleed myself dry
Cut this heart out
Ha, without a cry
No sleep, nor joy
Can find me here
In this void hell
Not even mama dear
No whisper of music
Nor taste of wine
No smell, no faint
Touch of lover mine
Stuck in a limbo
I remain alive
Only a statistic
A drone in a hive..

Oh yeah, I'm back..

2008-03-03T09:09:00.000+05:30

After a lot of procrastination, I'm back. Come on, even procrastinators need some change.. Period.

Quid quid latine dictum sit, altum viditur ..!!

2006-11-01T23:07:00.000+05:30

hey there fellas...

"Onnil pizhachal moonnu", goes a saying in my native lang: ..If u go wrong wit the first try, u're gonna do good on the 3rd.. and here be the 3rd.
Just read on,n try make some sense out of it..
Even if it doesnt, dont worry..
But I can promise you this, those who r gonna come back, are in for a hell of a lot of bad language,
20-something angst,
and some unholy entertainment...
So buckle up PEOPLE....!!!

So, I've been meaning to get around to my next post sooner, but hmm, I'm a born procrastinator you see... Kabir said "Kal kare to aaj kar, aur aaj kare to ab".... I rather say, "Kal kare to parson kar, aur parson kare to phir kabhi,kyonki parson mein film dekhne jaa raha hun...!!"..

Quite a looong way from where i started...so, I've been meaning to post this for quite some time, but couldnt get around to it.. Not that I've been busy or anything, but,as i said before, procrastination played a very important part.. and so did my lack of interest in blogging. Somehow, blogging fails to captivate for many reasons.. one of the primary reasons being that, okay, you spend all your precious (??!) time typin up all this crap for public consumption, and when and how do you get some feedback??... I dont mind if its appreciation, or if the guy is saying i have bad table manners.. whatever....but HOW and WHEN do i get my feed-back.. So, without feed-back..pointless, dont u think?

Anyways, I've started with this, and i guess i wanna stick to it.. ; and i must say at least in the case of this particular post, i must say i have some compelling reasons to be doing this right now..!! So here i am, at 11pm, and typing up this crock of s***...;)

Dammit, me and blogging, just dont jive... Hmm, once i've started, i wanna talk about so many things, and all at once, and they all seem to be so interconnected, my posts seem like cooked noodles, either u can never find where it starts and ends, or there are TOO MANY "starts" and "ends"..lol

Uh-oh...i gotta get the phone now.. so, this post's to-be-continued...
PS: The title line just means "Anything said in latin sounds profound"...:D

The beginning of an epoch.. a dawn of new hope..

2006-05-25T16:39:00.000+05:30

>>>>>>>>
I thank Him he sent you to me,
For you and I were meant to be.
We have a bond too strong to break,
We have a love no one can take.

In you, I have found a love so true,
My heart is filled with love for you.
Every time I see you, my heart skips a beat,
You make my life whole, you make my life complete.

My love for you grows more with each passing day,
The thought of your gorgeous face takes my breath away.
Those deep eyes fill my soul with happiness,
Those lovely lips I'd love to kiss.

To think I'd thought I'd never have this,
Your love in my life, such happiness as this.
Thank you for telling me "Yes",
Giving order to all my life, a complicated mess.

I dream of that day when we'll both say, I do;
For always and forever... I will love you.
<<<<<<<<<

To one special person, who for the moment, I'll refer to as DQ..

Story of my life...

2006-03-18T22:50:00.000+05:30

*"A touching love story "*


*10th Grade:-*

As I sat there in English class,
I stared at the girl next to me.
She was my so called 'best friend'.
I stared at her long, silky hair,
and wished she was mine.
But she didn't notice me like that,
and I knew it.
After class,
she walked up to me and asked me for
the notes she had missed the day before.
I handed them to her.She said 'thanks'
and gave! me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her, I want her to know
that I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.


*11th grade:-*

The phone rang. On the other end,
it was her. She was in tears,
! mumbling on and on about how
her love had broke her heart.
She asked me to come over
because she didn't want to be alone, So I did.
As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her
soft eyes, wishing she was mine.

After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie,
and three bags of chips,
she decided to go home.
She looked at me, said 'thanks'
and gave me a kiss
on the cheek..I want to tell her,
I want her to know that
I don't want to be just friends,
&n! bsp; I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.


*Senior year:-*

One fine day she walked to my locker.
"My date is sick" she said,
"hes not gonna go" well,
I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade,
we made a promise that
if neither of us had dates,
we would go together just as 'best friends'.
So we did.
That night, after everything was over,
I was standing at her front door step.
I stared at her as She smiled at me
and stared at me with her crystal eyes.
! Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!"

and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her,
I want her to know
that I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.


*Graduation:-*

A day passed, then a week, then a month.
Before I could blink, it was graduation day.
up on stage to get her diploma.
I wanted her to be mine-but
she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.
Before everyone went home,
she came to me in her smock and hat,
and cried as I hugged her.
Then she lifted her head from my shoulder
and said- 'you're my best friend,
thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her,
I want her to know
that I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.


*Marriage:-*

Now I sit in the pews of the church.
That girl is getting married now.
and drive off to her new life,
married to another man.
I wanted her to be mine,
but she didn't see me like that,
and I knew it.
But before she drove away,
she came to me and said 'you came !'.
She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek.
I want to tell her,
I want her to know
that I don't want to be just friends,
&nbs! p; I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.


*Death:-*

Years passed, I looked down at the coffin
of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'.
At the service, they read a diary entry
she had wrote in her high school years.
This is what it read:
'I stare at him wishing he was mine,
but he doesn't notice me like that,
and I know it.
I want to tell him,
I want him to know that
I don't want to be just friends,
I love him but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.
I wish he would tell me he loved me !
'.........I wish I did too...'........ I thought to my self, and I cried. Courtesy: A very dear friend.

Y I do this..

2006-03-18T22:43:00.000+05:30

Hmm,so basically, the first thing i'd love to go into, is why i'm doing this.. Is it to express myself to the world?...Is it to gain friends?...Or Is it something else??

Hell yeah... f**k all tht..,as they say, f**k the world, f**k the law, ...f**k rules..!!..

This is basically a pupose-less exercise..blogging to blog,as u might say...and the idea was born out of jealousy, the animal instinct for vengeance,and an innate craving to stand out from the crowd..i guess... And then so many of my peers are doing it, so, what the hell...

Jealousy, cause some fellow,a kickass pal, who started blogging with me, is so far ahead in the game,tht i'm thinking, wht the hell does he have tht i dont...hell he aint even creating sentences right,or spelling stuff correctly..so why cant I do this,and do it better??..

then Vengeance..that's cause a certain "Cruise" missile is headed @ me,loaded with so much of my secrets, so much stuff tht i wish to hide, that i'd rather have a platform to get back @ him,if and when the need arises...So watch out cruise..:).. eMJay is watching u...

Yeah,i know ,what i wrote just above sounds all fancy crap to me,trying to be philosophic n all that shit..but a good education always shows..:->

Now,about the craving to stand out from the crowd...hmm,well,i guess almost everything i do in my life,represents this desire to stand out....to differ...but the only problem is,i try to show it in ways which dont matter to everybody,or matter very less..like sporting a goatee, leaving shirt buttons undone, cutting classes like hell,steel jewellery and stuff..

More on the way...but tht's enough candid blogging for one day...:)

PS: Hope my latest foray into blogging doesnt fizzle out as before... :D

The Perfect Love

2005-08-03T00:08:00.000+05:30

In Dreams, the perfect love
has a smile, a voice, a touch
that seem meant just for you.
In Dreams, the perfect love
is tender and giving,
always knowing what to say
to make you feel wanted,
just what to do
to make you feel loved . . .
In Dreams, the perfect love
is that one person
with whom you can let go
and be yourself,
the one who makes you feel
completely alive
just by being near . . .
I'm luckier than most people
because I don't have to
dream anymore !
I found you...

Courtesy and Inspiration: One special Person...!!

I'm out of ideas for tonight ;so...

2005-02-23T12:41:00.000+05:30

This is a poem I wrote ages back,but I think this is one of the best I've done so far.So I'm posting this in here.Looking forward to rave-reviews......;).

The NO I feel,is waiting
Waiting on your sweet sweet lips
Is the only reason
My resolve just slips n slips.

The NO I feel,is waiting
Is cause for all my sorrow
Neither can I tell u of my love
Nor can i wait for tomorrow.

The NO I feel,is waiting
I'm sure will break my heart
So,even when I want to draw you close
We still are twin souls apart.

The NO I feel,is waiting
I never could bear
Though my love for you is boundless
And your beautiful face,so fair.

The NO I feel is waiting
Is driving me mad with frustration
But soon I'll overcome my fears
And then,my love,will come celebration.

The NO I feel,is waiting……………

Hope this works..!!

2005-02-23T11:56:00.000+05:30

And thus arises a New Star in the horizon of Blogging...eMJay here.I've had this one online,for quite some time,but something *recognise the born procrastinator* delayed me all this while,but nothing,but nothing,can keep a good man down,blah-blah....
Finally,here I am..Better men(and women) than me have blogged,so why not me too?....So,here goes nothing....................GERONIMOO!!!

Impressions after a sleepless night....

2005-02-23T06:57:00.000+05:30

G'morning pals....Or is it G'night?...Even though it's light outside..and the divine voice of M.S.Subbalakshmi singing "Suprabhatham" filters into my room from the loudspeakers of the nearby temple,all my body wants to do is just go to sleep...*meaning I'll probably engage in my usual pastime today at college-beauty sleep during class hours..:D*.Now even after my customary cup of coffee,I'm sluggish,ill-tempered,and generally grouchy.Hmm,doesnt bode well for those that cross my path today...

I can see this is gonna be a dreadful post,but the exhilaration of my first attempt at blogging hasn't yet worn off;so this cute li'l(ha!!) post is gonna have its own place in my blog.Looking forward to a half-holiday today,with ALL my heart..!!

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2004-12-01T12:05:00.000+05:30

THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'M CREATING A BLOG...SO I'M A COMPLETE NOOB....N I'M STILL THINKING WHAT TO WRITE,HOW TO WRITE,ETC...HOPEFULLY,WILL CREATE MY FIRST BLOG IN THE NEXT FEW DAYS.