highness!

high.. haze.. oblivion.

Gradual and smooth transition. Know all to know not. Mind is a powerful thing. But somehow it starts losing. Internal links are broken. Something's not right. Let it be. Senses stop responding the way they are supposed to. Let them. Flow. Don't restrain or else 'purpose' would be lost. Nevermind if there wasn't one, it slowly develops itself. Sanity disregards this purpose. Disregard sanity. Human tendencies need not be curbed. Feelings are important. False feelings. Shortlived. Misleading. But they guide you far away. Away is where everything great is. Visit the place..

Walk On . . .

Move ahead. Rewind. Feels like you're still there. But can't be a part of it.

A new place. New people. Strange condition. I smell pretence everywhere. First Impression holds utmost importance. Interact. Move around. Make friends. Opposite sex is given special consideration. Their presence really affects the behaviour. Chicken Talk is a universal phenomenon (term coined by Gupta.. will explain some other day). No judgements need to be passed. Move away. Look from a distance. Enjoy. That's why I've been a loser in this area (~ of initial socializing). After two weeks at MDI, my neighbour, from my batch, asked if I was a senior. Perhaps I moved a bit too much away. For me it was a compliment. It's great to be known for not to be known. All this left aside, during the initial days mind had a stupid tendency to traverse back on the time-axis and rush towards the good old college. Whatever time it got from the extremely hectic schedule was spent with the people who met for a few years and went their ways. There's a nostalgic question mark over meeting them ever again.
Anyway, all that was initial effect. Place is actually good. People nice. I'm really glad not to be working and have an extended 2 years of college life. I've managed to find like minded people who don't believe in studies much. Movie a day keeps things great.
Ah!.. time for next one..

Blog .. huh!

I am here. I don't have any clue why? Perhaps, because it is in fashion to be here. But what the hell ! Why is it so difficult for me to be me? The opening two sentences have held true for wherever I have been and most of the things that I have been doing for the last 22 years. I am not the real I. Infact I have not been allowed to recognize the real me and it has been lost somewhere during the course of time. Everyone is running. A mad rush. There is nothing really to achieve. But still, run. Everyone is doing so. I am doing so. A line has been drawn. Keep following with blind eyes and deaf ears. Engineering degree.. ah! a safe career. An MBA.. even better. What next ? Yeah, its all about the stupid money. That is what everyone is running after. That is what has guided me (or rather, my choices). But the fact is, I don't know myself. 22 years have not been enough for me to figure out what I really want. Baz Luhrmann (Everybody's free (to wear sunscreen)) gives some comfort. That is what I have been doing. Find comfort in small things. Or rather, only they can be comforting. Larger picture is same for everyone. King and the Pawn end up in same box once the game is over. Its only the race to the box that everyone is part of.