An other blah blah…

 

It all started with the red LED blinking on the right front corner of our Sand model room, behind white board where sound system is kept. It reminds me something. It tells me ‘I am life, I am hope, I am fun, and I am the despair’. I have felt all this looking at it on diff days. Let me put some associated thoughts.

I like to watch people dozing off in class as it is one moment you are so original, care little about status and goals and simply be yourself which is life all about. 

One day I was heartbroken for loosing something which was not mine. A stranger in my class came and said some kind words and I felt touched. It’s funny that such small things can make such mood swings.                    

Trivandrum is known for its good quality drinking water. Back home i drink simple tap water taken from any tap in house hold. The dusty water cooler near our class reminds similar taste and I’m loving it.                        

There is this national flag on top of a nearby building, seen fluttering from the balcony near our class. Now patriotism is a sensitive issue. If you never undergone any kind of indoctrination ever would you feel same about it, I really doubt.  

Sometimes when you are in a crowd and feel that you are a lone crow living with all cuckoos you feel sick, as cuckoos will never get the point a crow makes and vice versa. 
     

I love those panicking pigeons in my room balcony when I frighten them unintentionally.

I hate being a smoker again which I quit some times back for some reasonable reasons.

Feeling love lost for my broken violin string.
 

I am happy to know about the eerie looking ‘ F ’ type who keeps a pocketful of raisins and nibble them silently. :) , The bald and big underdog beside who can really kick some balls and enjoy riding his Willys, Mr. Kungfu panda who is going to pull some strings and win the hearts of our course real soon. They all are my lovely course mates.
 

Thank Chhetri for this wonderful song which I can’t stop listening these days,

So what is the point, this blah blah could go on. For me life seems to be a string of beads, each bead is a relationship you make. The bead could be transparent or colourful. It can be a yellow or grey or any other. The no of beads doesn’t matter, then what does? I don’t know. It never matter what dress you wear, whether you keep a moustache or speak elegant English, you find yourself within each bead, each of them a diff self.     

Time being so much for blinking LED and my sleepy self.

23 Mar 2011s