Observation.Skill.Time.Death

Observation


* The things that haunt you, haunt you not cos they haunt you but cos u haunt yourself with all those haunting moments.


* Punctuation spells DOOM if not punctuated properly.


* The wind always changes directions when u exhale smoke.


* Friends, phone calls, fate, forever. Four words that should never be uttered together.


* The problem with being punctual is not that there's no one to appreciate, its just that U HAVE TO FUCKING WAIT.


* Photoshop lets you age gracefully.



Skill


* Mouth is the best bottle opener.


* Driving the car, smoking, talking on the phone, changing a song in the iPod.


* To be able to make people understand that you're not leaving them forever, either you should have a time machine or just convince them you'r not.


* Identifying the Bass Guitar parts in any given song.


* Telling a girl  that she looks damn hot in a "BANIYAN"




Time



* Time and tide wait for the correct sized battery to be put it.


* Spending time for each other does not always make up for lost things.


* Knowing that ur the first person who's just walked out of the exam hall, should actually mean something.


* Time and Independent thinking are co-related.


* Time can be measured by number of coffee's/ number of torn tissue papers/ number of missed calls/ number of times you want to say Sorry



Death



* A week's time could either etch you in a memory or let some tongues loose.


* The lucky die on time, the unlucky leave a paperscroll of bills to be paid.


* Concepts relating to death, doesnt always make you end up dead, they're just borrowed concepts.


* Death is a state of mind, where all you have to do is ponder, what clothes you gotta wear next and if the sugar in coffee is sufficient.

Spontaneity, Aerosmith, Vodka, Laptop and Random Quizzes

Firstly, Aerosmith, dudes, are performing in Bangalore ( which's just about to become my HOME for a long long time ) and apparently Jayashree is going, dosent piss me off, cos i choose not to go, Errr, yeah, to think of the girls who'd come to see Joe Perry, would probably be worth, but then again, at this moment, i cannot stand so much of rock, love and hate and memories of Alicia Silverstone, Ooooooooooooooh :D

I respect people who appreciate metal and more than that who know their music, Jayashree's
one of them, atleast this conversation on Orkut will tell u why.

J = Jayashree
V = Vamsi

V : Dream On, Dream On, Dreeeeeeam On, Dream on till ur dreams come true

J : dude looks like a lady to you!

V : Vamsi's got a Gunnnn

J : you just want to Walk This Wayy

V : And U dont wana miss a thing

J : cos i'm the one who jaded you

V : Ur plain Crazy . . . . .

J : well, you're not Amazing either.

V : So now u dont "Walk My Way

J : no, i prefer Living On The Edge

V : Or probably The Other side

J : or maybe i'll Just Push Play

V : Or maybe Fall in love ( cos its hard on Knees )

J : (ooh! that's one of my favourites!), yeah. to heal the Hole In My Soul.

V : ( Shit, i wanted to write Hole in My Soul next :P ), To Heal a hole in ur soul, you should "Come Together".

J : yeah, possibly, cos Something's Gotta Give.

V : and that'll be Sweet Emotion

J : and then we Crash.

V : and then we crash on "Same Old Song And Dance"

J : good thing we have Nine Lives.

V : so we actually "Remember (Walking In The Sand"

J : waiting for a Taste Of India.

V : so finally we "Rock In A Hard Place"

J : and then we're Crying, (i like. very much.)

V : ( Aaaaah, Alicia Silverstone ), cos the world's turning out "Pink" LOL.

J : (argh. that was my line), now we're just fallen angels and i think we should wind up.

V : yeah, we're simply "Mama's Kin"

J : yeah, we're Drop Dead Gorgeous..

IMO, that was a kick ass conversation with someone who really knows their music, i wouldnt
mind if its rock, atleast she knows what she's talking unlike people who're like "Oh the band
which played the soundtrack to Armageddon and its "kvlt" to watch bands perform live" and
other comments go. But yeah, id probably end up going to the concert or just call someone who's there to listen to my favourite song by them when they're playing, think id ask my pals to call me when "Crying" is being played, i swear i love this song, the video is so kick ass too, its actually playing in my head right now as i type this. Brillliant, simply Brilliant, Aerosmith didnt just made some kick ass music, they complimented it with kick-ass videos too. Hail.

Vodka in summer ? Errr...... Why not :P

Finally, my baby is here, my HP dv6226TX laptop is here and its arrived with a bang, Im so glad that i have this lappie, feels like a part of my family, *sob*, *sob*, anyways, I love my lappie. Just started putting in all my pics from the desktop, the AIESEC memories 
folder went first, hehe, lots of pics, could not belive so many were there, was like a rush of
memories through limited time, was nice, gotta check all pics once again and think about them
if there's anything to be thought about and then switch to the next pic, to give it, its share of
time and thought. Feels so nice when we look at the photographs and go back in time as a third
person when you urself are a second person in the room and then re-enact, judge it all, should
probably feel better/worse/nothing for all i know, but somehow i feel, its all gonna be different.

Anyways, sleepy as hell, will watch Coupling for a while and hit the bed.

Your Depression Level: 88%

You seem to be severely depressed. You should seek immediate attention from your physician. Depression can be cured - you just need to take the first step.

Are You Depressed?

The Movie Of Your Life Is A Black Comedy

In your life, things are so twisted that you just have to laugh. You may end up insane, but you'll have fun on the way to the asylum. Your best movie matches: Being John Malkovich, The Royal Tenenbaums, American Psycho

If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?

Your Career Type: Artistic

You are expressive, original, and independent. Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art. You would make an excellent: Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer Dancer - DJ - Graphic Designer Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.

What's Your Ideal Career?

Now, this is weird

You Have Your Emotions in Check

You are an incredibly stable and happy person. Ever consider being a therapist? You have figured out how to keep a positive outlook, no matter what. You don't have an easier life than anyone else. You just have figured things out a little more.

Can You Keep Your Emotions in Check?

Hmmm, wonder, what do people actually do this all for :P

Anyways, im emotionally stable, which i totally agree and yes, to be true, there's this cloud of depression that always hangs over me, dont ask me why or how, probably its because of all the Doom Metal music i listen to, lol, the real reason is Im just sick of a lot of things and dont see the meaning of things that are not meant to be understood, i mean was discussing about this yes'day, What percentage of people actually need a brain ? i concluded 1.5, i mean there are so many things that people overlook and not even bother thinking about them all, i mean, important things too, which should be thought for a moment, which should be introspected by oneself, Nope, there's no analysis, there's no bullshit, there's plain life, which circles around the same parameters for all the time in the world, suprisingly people will know if ur out of the orbit, but they dont know why ur in the orbit or what the fuck are you doing in it, makes no sense to them, it does not, cos they dont think about it at all, survival ? Survival makes no meaning, evolution is a curse, people are scared to look into themselves, that's why they're facade helps while looking into the mirrors, there's nothing that shall happen/work without thinking, but we make it so routine, we make it so independent of thought, that an intelligent idea is a sin, its a break up of the existing system, its the dawn of a new problem, and the problem is you who've brought up the idea. No matter how brillliant it will be, you wont be respected, you are not in charge and you shall suffer, Hmmm, taming the thoughts just wont do sometimes, so does being yourself or being what you want to be in a group, sometimes, things that absolutely make no sense to you seem funny to people, thats when you know, u could be succesful.

Mmm, Airport, Sitcoms, Drives, Hangover's, confessions, re-unions and worse Nothingness !!!

Hmmm, so where do i start ? There are lots of things to be written about but then again, they're so personal wonder what i will actually end up writing, firstly the airport incident.

Anirudh and myself, went to the rear side of the Hyderabad Airport and through the slum on the encroached land of one side of the airport we actually can proclaim we sneaked in, we saw 3 take off's and 3 landings from a distance of about 100 meter's, nothing ever made me feel this way, this was so kick ass, the engines roared their lungs out to the open air, were extremely noisy, all in all we saw Air Sahara, Kingfisher, Jet, Indian Airways flights take off and get down, the landing process was so interesting, we actually saw a plane tilt for a second and regain its position before it landed and that was kind of scary to see
wonder what the people must've felt inside, travelling in a plane also wont give u so much of 
pleasure, was so different to see it from the side of the runway, i will not suggest u do it too, but then
what the hell, if u can, they u should.

The oly thing was we didnt take any photographs, we feared for the plain cloth police men thinking 
us to be some anti social elements and putting us behind bars, was fun neverthless \\m//

400 Rupees of fuel can do a lot of things, firstly, it can make a fully automated Santro with two  hefty people run on 140Kmph, it can propel the air out of its trajectory and make it random, it can make the people within cross Medchal and 5 small other towns, it can make people want to go again and make them ready for a productive weekend with other friends who're obviously jealous of the drive of 100 Km into and out of the city for no reason but to want to drive, the roads were kick ass, the way i remember was so smooth, it could put the vision of clouds to shame, scary moments ? Maybe not, we didnt even realise we hit 140 and when we did, we immediately slowed down to savour the moment we hit 140, but not before we hit it again unknowingly to relish the moment, the road suprisingly seemed to welcome our assault on its back with a pleasant smile, the car seemed to float in thin air, the layer beneath appeared to have disappeared but then again, our feet were firmly on the ground, seat belts did a great deal of comfort in knowing we had to put them on.

Now Playing : Katatonia - Will I Arrive, love this song \\m//

Anyways, I've been watching BBC's As Time Goes By, starring Judi Dench and Geoffrey Palmer
and i must admit im an instant fan of the series, its built on pretty interesting story line and the
screenplay i should admit are not as per the British Standards but this will just pass through,
next time ur in British Library, dont forget to take this DVD, this will probably make u think about
life ahead and what the present will mean to you then, very interesting series.

Confessions ? Hmmm, lets ask Sriku and Anirudh, both seem to be in a nice mood of confessing
and acting drunk even when not actually being that pleasant state of mind and body, the whole
thing i think and so would you has been about the same topic everyone thinks about, Oh yes, women, mankind's true angels who're out there to harbour our pain and amplify the wait and make us in the end one of the many black eyed, starry suprise no one would have ever thought.

Not being able to do anything is not an art, it's actually more than art for the people who comprehend and for the unblessed and the unlucky it will mean nothing, just like the act in itself.

Err, whatever !!!!

3 Months and Counting . . .

Its been three months since i posted and it really shocked me about the neglect i give to few things, lots of things changed, i wrote competitive examinations, screwed up hopes of thousands of aspirants for an MBA admission at Christ College :P, did the same again at campus placements, bagged the best placement of the college while the 70 percent'ers were whining about it all, didnt bother me but then again, the best placement is the best placement in campus, its time i took the seriousness off the blog and made it more casual. Today, today became today just 28 minutes 45 seconds back, today 28th of April, a day away from my final semester examinations, 3 days away from my last ever semester exam of JNTU, today, a day after listening to Lykathea Aflame around 8 times, i did nothing but listen to more music, Neuraxis kicks serious ass, their album Trilateral Progression is their best ever release IMO, still gotta listen to their new release Neurotic Mass, anyways. Its been such a wonderful journey till here, here, where everyone passes through the streets, where everyone looks up at the direction board at the crossroads, till here, where every one starts thinking about life, till here, what here has brought upon on all of us time shall tell. Its strange what internet friendship/networking sites do, put all of us together so close that we exhaust all the search options to look for neighbours and friends in a window that'll flicker with the background as fluently as the power fluctuations.

Its been over three months and this is what i write, all the time that went by, all the moments that shall never come, Oh God who ever said Mallika Inn, Errr, yeah, Final seminar Viva Voce and my batch mates come 15 minutes late to the Viva, they start getting the admits, time keeps ticking away, people exploring options, status messages in Instant Messaging Softwares change everyday, people lost, find themselves through some one else, people who found themselves, found themselves in deep shit, never to come out, Its kinda moved, the picture's getting clearer, as the days number and as the portion demands attention, we know its all over, its sad that i wont be seeing telugu movies anymore with friends, i wont be chatting 24/7 and make it feel like I'm preparing the most important report in life midnight. It just wont make us feel the same, New bands, new recommendations, more brutality, more the distance that separates us and the closer we try to get, the farther we're pushed. Keep pushing, everyone keeps pushing, for space, for room, for convenience, for comfort, for life. Words still go unspoken, portion still remains untouched, messages still not delivered, all shall happen as they're meant to happen, to sit and stare, to ponder and care, to dwelve and tear are passe.

Im going home, finally for one last time, we're all going home, to see it for the final time. HOME.

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Antagonizing, the pain that drenched the mortal remains of the almost dead, the walls left nothing but the pale shadows of everyday that left behind no memories, the emptiness echoed through the head that had no thought but to think and was made to think. It’s been a while, a long while, slogging out life out of the lifeless, they’d been successful, alliterated abuses hurled didn’t break my defense, my blood, my food, my puke, my food, nothing was left, they took it all away, my senses, my pain, my agony. Felt like a slow motion dream, but sometimes dreams go bad when you’re not looking at them and this was one of them, already fueled to the point of no return.

They caught me brutally wounded, suffocated with the dust from the field where shells left no space for the dust to rise, where ground was soiled with the thickness of the blood oozing out of the alive, the only altruist was the wind that helped us breathe, as the eyes slowly made way for the darkness to creep in, the body gave up too. Waking up dead is easy said than done, pain that screamed right through your ankle till the head coupled with the alacrity of the moan signaled that death still didn’t bless us. Press never penetrated into the affairs of the government and this was the perfect example.

To the world outside, it was a fortress built with blood, stick and stone, it was an inferno, had no rules, no time, no nothing, all one needed was the occasional prayer on the lips to set them free forever but nothing worked. Learning to sit still came with time, talking, admonitions were free and being optimistic was a sin in itself, Hope was not a good thing, incarceration sounds like heaven, life in here cannot be called life, it was a rebirth in itself, it all made us believe that sometimes, dreams can go really sour.

The people in here were always hungry for something or the other, sometimes it was lives, sometimes it was blood, sometimes it was sheer boredom which had to be killed, they had no hearts, no eyes, straight faced, concentrated smile with corroded enamels, added to the existing beauty, dark clothed always smelling sick to the bone, there were no shifts, people seem to work here forever, they had only one job at hand, to torture us, nobody knew how long it had been since we got in here, the walls ran out of space, names, abuses, forms, drawings, blood stained patches next to cracks, it had it all. We were just a mere speck of dust, waiting to get lost in the desert sand some day like any other dead-mortal in here. It didn’t matter anymore, they knew nothing, neither did we, breaking the habit is always hard, but not being on the other side of it. All I did everyday was to close my eyes, because you never know what’s heading your way. Choice was never discussed, options never existed, all we knew was Death’s invitation which had to honoured soon, and soon it will be.