The testimonies of time

l ike the light at the end of the tunnel.., the impenetrable darkness never fades, like the fragrance of the flowers.., the leaves break and wither to all shades... like the stars scintillating at night.., the summer sun singes the sand, like the tranquil breeze through the hair.., the prodigious high tides lash the land... like the green cover in the forest.., the deserts line the map of earth, like the ethereal fog on the cold surface.., to carbon black smoke there's no dearth... like the serene blue skies.., the honks-brawls never cease, like the 'sweet dream' each night.., the nightmare perturbs thy ease... like the path that lies ahead.., the trail left behind is daunting, like the heights newly attained.., the GHOSTS of the past are HAUNTING...

Hmmm.. So I’ve been on a thinking spree.. On a rather enchanting yet arduous one at that.. It’s like that giant joy ride at the amusement park that amuses you first but as the speed increases to its max, you begin to feel nauseous..!! I guess that's what free time does to you. Your self-proclaimed-introspection by way of your random-to-the-core tut-tuts and self inflicted scrutinies start taking up gigantic concrete forms, much like that of a rotten shady egg, smelling profoundly of squalor, the sudden shattering of which threatens to engulf your senses in a vast sludge of delusional emotions which have this tendency to play havoc-havoc with your normal disposition.. So when this rotten demoniacal egg assumes a size that would put a dinosaur to a complex, it becomes vital to make the egg boil taking care to keep it from rupture, and ensuring at the same time the slime is quietly transformed to a soft disposable mass.. And thence thou embark on thy blogging voyage..:P No, I’m not ...

"What are you trying to do !!?" I exclaimed as I noticed my fellow engineering classmate copying out chemical reactions on a notebook, from a 12th class chemistry book, a coupla days before our sessional exams, My mind in its workshops started exploring possible responses as it took a devoted ride of all our engineering subjects trying to link them with 12th class chemistry. But each connection seemed preposterous and futile.. And then she spoke.. Her words struck me like a jolt from the sky and i could feel my ears ringing with the reply.. "I’m making notes for my younger bro in class 12 who's going to appear for boards soon." i was simply awestruck to say the least. I recalled how i had reacted when my sister called me up for her doubts and queries last day. The instinctive guilt and self reproach flooded in, like a stream of wind on a chilly winter night. expressing my introspective thoughts and my rationale was hence due.. This world moves at a fast pace.....

Well well.. so then i 'm dragged.. uh i mean tagged by this ve ry unreserv ed counterpart ms Swagatika .. And as i forayed, it turned out to be quite amusing.. The rule says- you have to answer t he questions with images and minimum poss ible description.. Here goes my journey... The age you will be on your next birthday: A Place you would like to travel to: Your favourite place: Diplomacy never hurt!! Your favourite food: A dominos meal.. Your favourite Drink: Your favourite pet: Minimum mess i guess.. Your favourite color combination: Contrasting colors... Scientifically too, contrasting colors are the perfect combinations.. eg purple+yellow Your favourite piece of Clothing: an immaculate tuxedo.. The town in which you live: The millenium city.. gurgaon Your dream job: How about being the global ceo of citibank? I know mr.Pandit is taking home just $1, but that's his own decision.. I'll add some zeroes...!! The first thing you will buy if you get a million dollars: My...

A r e we ever content with what we have? Are we ‘truly’ satisfied with what we achieve whenever we do it? The answer to the not so a million dollar question draws the line between what I perceive ‘positive attitude’ or the negative side of it … A careful introspection of our intrinsic behavior would reveal that even in the happiest and smuggest of situations, most of us still have something to rue about.. “Oh I am so happy with the result, but yea it could have been much better...”, “yep, I’m surely on my way to my aim, but if some things had been my way, things would have been different...” Sounds familiar eh?? Now the point is not that whether we should or should not aim for higher goals, the point is we do succeed in finding something to crib about whenever the hell we can!! To this propensity, my mom often recites to me perspicuously- at a given point in time, there are probably a zillion reasons to feel disconsolate; and probably a few elusive reasons to feel happy… But if you ar...