Don't feel bad. A lot of people have no talent
Don't marry the person you want to live with, marry the one you cannot live without,,, but whatever you do, you'll regret it later.
Bad officials are elected by good citizens who do not vote.
You can't buy love . . . but you pay heavily for it
Those who can't laugh at themselves leave the job to others.
You're getting old when you enjoy remembering things more than doing them.
Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools talk because they have to say something
enjoy!
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
fading four years..
3 freaking months into my blogging deficit! gawsh need to do something about this.. life has gallopped on, and my blog has been sitting and watching all the gallopping and cantering while sitting back in an easy chair and sipping lemonade it seems. If that didn't make sense, all i meant to say was that i haven't been blogging. entirely my fault. not my poor blog's, so whatever..
8th semester seems a long way back.. it was one of my most eventful spates of 6 months.. A litle dream came true, the heart beat a little harder for sometime, the heart's eye watered for more reasons than one. I gained, I lost, and i now cherish..
Sank and I had gotten rather close by the start of the year, and she was the main reason for the rapid beating of the cardiacs for a few months. Things were all happy just for the geography bit which i never really liked anyway.. :)
The beat remained rapid thru most of the 8th. The arts fest popped up like a scenery on a landscape of blots. Took a wee little bit of persuation to get shon on track with his riffs, buji on the keys and sheen on the dilapidated skins. The wet blankets did pop up too the exploit our initiative, but it didn't do much harm.. except a bit of 'moral' nonsense. but wha the heck..
My first proper gig in college, the arts rock show, an experience i'll never forget, not just for the music, but also some of the excess baggage that comes along with it. Moral of story, one can count on one's fingers only, not on anothers..but make sure it counts right!! (blah)
apart from the rocks and the stones, went in for anything and everything we could find, and the before we knew it, our days at tkmce were numbering themselves the wrong way.
Farewell time wasn't easy. Crappy as though most of it was, my 4 years was coming to an end. Farewell after farewell after farewell.. (3 actually) one of which went rather outa control when hkgk went outa control and stuck in his middle finger into the door and went "pain! pain!!"
kollam faded into the sunset, but the memories remain, as fresh as ever..
8th semester seems a long way back.. it was one of my most eventful spates of 6 months.. A litle dream came true, the heart beat a little harder for sometime, the heart's eye watered for more reasons than one. I gained, I lost, and i now cherish..
Sank and I had gotten rather close by the start of the year, and she was the main reason for the rapid beating of the cardiacs for a few months. Things were all happy just for the geography bit which i never really liked anyway.. :)
The beat remained rapid thru most of the 8th. The arts fest popped up like a scenery on a landscape of blots. Took a wee little bit of persuation to get shon on track with his riffs, buji on the keys and sheen on the dilapidated skins. The wet blankets did pop up too the exploit our initiative, but it didn't do much harm.. except a bit of 'moral' nonsense. but wha the heck..
My first proper gig in college, the arts rock show, an experience i'll never forget, not just for the music, but also some of the excess baggage that comes along with it. Moral of story, one can count on one's fingers only, not on anothers..but make sure it counts right!! (blah)
apart from the rocks and the stones, went in for anything and everything we could find, and the before we knew it, our days at tkmce were numbering themselves the wrong way.
Farewell time wasn't easy. Crappy as though most of it was, my 4 years was coming to an end. Farewell after farewell after farewell.. (3 actually) one of which went rather outa control when hkgk went outa control and stuck in his middle finger into the door and went "pain! pain!!"
kollam faded into the sunset, but the memories remain, as fresh as ever..
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