On The Rocks

I just toned up to start on this. The experience because of the significance required a phase of mind to capture it upon…….GOA is the city they christen, and FUN is the trait I would glue upon.
G – GO HIGH;
O – ON THE ROCKS;
A – ADIEU;
While beer bottles cling the bags underneath our bus seats, we decided to gather for the first round table conference inside the orange liner that peeped its way through the shinning sun. It was a great deal of contentment to be the bottle opener or the receiver, because it serves as a re-union /fun trip and also as a flee factor from the trick of corporate life. Everyone had their own know-how to share but only after a bottom sip or a slow drift.

Round after round,

Hour after hour,

Our mind went for it;

Our heart searched for it………..

As the journey progressed the bus marched towards “JOG” …In those pinch of darkness we the admirers of nature throbbed our heart…..We were filled with our salutes, dreams , memories for the mother nature carving its own fashion kingdom in grandeur. The gorgeous “JOG” flowed with utmost vigor with rock as its sanctuary. Some of our guys did craft a vow to make merry of their honey-moon in a spectator area @ the top of “JOG”. …lol?..........The orange liner traverses the bushy forests swarming with woods towards the alluring city of GOA.
Goa , a place overflowing with excitement, clouded with beaches…….with its own nest of outsiders ….The seashore gave us the aura to catch up for a sport on the shore …perhaps sky is the lifeline to record our events. To trip and add much more vibrancy, we had the CRUSIE to bring much more escapade. The beach with its beautiful angels turned the glasses of all our guys towards the leeward destination of “Beautiful Babes”. Night festivity starts, with bottle taking the throne we left our minds to be invaded by angel called alcohol. In those state of mind a placid walk on the shore is worth an injection. It takes you to a celestial world of stars, calmness…..recollection…….plus a few puffs @ 12:00 would steal the show…..Merry, happy for the day ?
St.Xavier church: Admiration adorned my mind @ the great structure that lay a hand on the sky…….. Its beauty are left to unknown words to describe ……kudos to the hands that would take the praise of generations yet to come , for the movement of their hands that led to those fine arts. Back to the beach with a few shots of “FENNY” already acting on our central nervous system, we decided to pick the best even in absolute “Mappu”…how??? Volleyball is the game they call……..we volleyed with that oval curvature ? ………..with alcoholic effect spiraling we fell to the mother earth to save the ball from touching it. Determination...u c……..Then comes a gentle boat ride….away from the shore we viewed with gratitude @ the beauty of small dwarfs standing miles apart………..then came the grand day for the grand bet on the island…………….
With two boats accelerating its intensity with utmost vigor, towards the unknown island…our visit was payed tribute by a school of dolphins…Then a gentle dip into the midst of sea …..To live, love and learn the beauty of sea…..silent with its waves, it embraced the first time jumpers ……..of course few bites from jelly fish for intrusion from humanity…..As the rider went towards the island we saw “THE HANDS OF NATURE” carving its way out in splendor by the image of the landscape…….departing from the rider our hands and throat went in thirst of “B….R”………….now competition for the best among the best bottom sippers…….’Man u…..me…….he……….hey allllllllllllll……….thumbs up”………………With assiduous trees showing their love and way for the visitors we marched towards the top of island to sense and have a high regard for the salubriousness of the nature &morning…………. so much tranquil propelled with just 20 populating those unknown forts , left outs…..left us with a sense of triumph….a feel that we had invaded the unknown empire , fort , light house ……In those light tones a pen and paper would unwind your poetic version ?

In those undulating neighborhood,

I establish a life to re-think upon,

Not alone to breathe upon,

But also to be loved upon……….

The sea touches its mother rocks with a silent wave,

A wave that carries the love of billion aquatics across the sea,

And thousand minds across the shore,

We stood there as emperors ….

To jump upon, to drink upon,

To live upon, to rock upon………………

As the boat retreats from the island we leave a flag of happiness on this greenly pasture……..Our smiles are recorded on those rocks and our love carved on that leaf …..That would serve for centuries yet to visit and share……….That’s GOA for us with the gang bidding a big good bye to the marvelous city with a “TOKILA” shot to celebrate the birth calendar day our dear friend “RED”……..The entire trip took its zeal for just a bet on “BEER”………..and I guess it had served the purpose ?

Where am I Going….what am I doing????

This precipitous question was asked by me every now and then....
Perhaps am I bit too moody because of these corporate jingoes? Donno...might be....may be.....where is my journey destined...why is it destined so....for what is it destined so....In such vague times I would prefer listening to the musik , to the pleasant musik that had been my source of pleasure @times.....perhaps most of the times....Relaxation - that’s the word they call....calmness of mind is the tone they attribute.....but in this profession after so much of an eye starve I can’t do extend myself to do more....Throws exception at times na....
I’m just listening to a song "Dosti Karogae...”! As I listen to this song, of course I’m indulged in writing this carp.....I donno where this carp is destined for :( some vague ideas.....glitter my cosmopolitan brain.....Right! That’s what I’m trying to transform myself to... Circumvented upon huh :) why??? Donno...for the society @ d max.....status, prestige......they call it transformation too.....

Was I d way I was a few years back...NO boss.......I was not! I had air to breathe...now I breathe cigarettes.........not because I don’t have air to breathe but because it ebbs out a lot of my entrenched feel........a VENT......in simple terms.......In singling out and moving out on my journey...I plan to start everyday with so much enthusiasm...but something interjects.... a call from my girl friend ...huh!
Hey what’s up??? Nothing up female......u expect me to erect a pillar for a second Efil tower?? Nope.....I can erect codes....might be....no assurances ....no guarantee.....That’s what life is Na.....
I like to type those emotions of mine to her.....but if I do so, I might get royally screwed up :) Man you started to live and forgive your freedom of expression (THE HINDU) for others.....perhaps to make her happy and to impress her I just catch up with some great stats!! Poor girl taken aback by what I said. What to do...need to while away the time....
My mind rolls upon to my college – cloud nine call it!
I used to have a great deal of guys around me...filled with fun, folly...what not.......all time last world freaks ( of course not real time examples in certain dimensions).....but it was worth a feel ......gang of guys ....enjoyment .....Enjoying a youthful year that’s what they call l!! Kidding on all shits.......but it was worth a feel......That too on a roadside bakery, outside our insti.....Awesome Man! I had been a great admirer of a BMW that drives past that cold Avinashi Road @ 10:00{excuse the time please}......Zing......chaltha hei...mera dhil chahtha hei usko (my heart wants it!!)......In that dark pinched where you could see the great moon @ work it’s really nice to light up your cigarette and have a cup of tea with ur pals with puffs coming to your hands in a cycle........those great chats on what not....vow...LIVING LIFE.....I like to put the adjective across!!! In those dark nights with just all sort of subjects being discussed across a cup of coffee...worth a video on satellite television.....Admirer!

In all those wreck less chats there was no empire to conquer, no deadline to meet, no meeting to count, no carrier to care...but there was life to live, to smile, to share the sense of joy........then we show a sense of being an engg. Grad!! How?? Live project man!!! Mobile technology is the art they call.........girl friend channel interrupts the frequency to dig into......college man...what without a girl friend.......


CIT --- call it heaven on earth.......The feel which I shared with my chaps @ d insti.....I donno if I could re-count those memoirs.....I just want my life to re-cycle to my insti :) Smile appears of those words!!!!!!!!!! In our empire...not a single Prof. would dare question us......good Profs..... (Mind Ur business, we mind ours) .....rule of law.....they allow you to float your individuality, live alive your life, stay alive your thoughts ...get mesmerized with the moments, with the happenings........cool chaps!!!!

I still have so much to scribble upon, so much to count upon.....
Single theme: wannna count my colg life into my futures......a free land, uncompromised with freedom, compromised with friendship......for a cup of coffee...for a toast of beer :)

Fun filled life......lots of instances made me scribble this log of words...just a sensation. I just feel that down the lane I’m gonna have a frenzied life with much more deadlines , commitments.....Just captured some instances of the "The Argumentative Indians" mf my mechie batch .....Kudos! Troop! Much left to be tapped and I would like to tap it for the future........after all we need to keep some resources for the future.....Freakonomics...

Live It Up

It stems a man’s identity, it exhumes his talent and sculptures his life style……..
It is at this age a man handles much more ‘exceptions’,’ catches’ and swirls his ideas with a good will to mould the future…..
In search of excellence, the drama of life unleashes new pastures, projects new scripts and dictates new rhythms …..
This would happen when diversity of ideas intercept, converge, bend at an angle, twist on a axis…..they all would revolve around a central theme….

Much could be said about this piece of humans literature…the transition from being unburdened lad living in a world filled with rejoicement, fun and folly to an individual dazed at once by the spectrum of the new world----the great wide, beautiful, wonderful world {that would present him with wide vagaries of monsoon}……..
This jigsaw puzzle could lead to complete renunciation or enchanting personification……In either ways it is this part of life that shaped the lifestyle of “Mahatma’s”, “Nehru’s”, “Che’s…”…
Bachelorhood in spite of being the most charming section in an individual’s history unearths so much energy, which each and every atom in this world would awe at!
This part of an individual’s life is called as energy
Energy
to bend the rainbows
to capture unknown roads and explore unknown vistas,
to propel the thoughts for a better view of d horizon,
to clear the mists in the sky and have a blink at the stars,
to puzzle the creative universe to capture unknown arts,
to combat the toughest of the winds with an iota of courage,
to bend the unbendable,
to mediate the nonnegotiable,
to tame the untamable,
to support and recognize the voice of unrecognizable,

Energy that,
Doesn’t know the limits of its freedom,
Doesn’t care the reactions of its actions,
Upbeats to soak the cloud of injustice,
Resounds in pursuit of its own identity,
Pitches its boots against the toughest of the roads,
Sheds it sweat to wipe out the sweat (in d form of tears) that ebbs out of it beloved eyes,
Raises its glasses in honor of someone,
Spoils itself in want of someone,
Aims at the star (as a pendant) for his gf,
Takes unknown lectures from unknown people to load a chartered trip,
An energy that rings a bell for a tryst with destiny…..
Like a passing cloud this monsoon of energy might fade off……lets invigorate it!
Let’s live it!

This part of my thoughts is about survival

For some survival is security, for some it’s pleasure,
For some it’s melancholy, for some it’s the longing,
For some it’s absurd, for some it’s wealth, health and stealthL
For some it’s love,
For some its thoughts submerged in memory (pain of love), the fear of the being dethroned from their loved ones …..
For some it’s ideas, For some it’s imagination,
For some it’s implementation,
And for a majority it’s walking through the finer pastures with a pre imbibed destinations chalked for them….
I always dream upon the way with which the society operates……it detonates and perhaps persuades us with the concept of survival. It pities the needy, suppresses the people who don’t acquaint to this ever changing universe (Survival of the fittest).
And for some extraneous people survival lands up nothing more than watching, decoding an encrypted universe, bullying their brains, throbbing their hearts to communicate with a lifeless machine, and befriending a machine with a 2 GB RAM capable doing miracles of unknown latitude, and providing fantasies of unknown dilution J….perhaps they live in a vicious circle (even Iam buoyed by all these virtualized environment)….

In this context of survival numerous human emotions’ get blurred from or vicinity………..
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The first step @ the insti,
The first hand-shake of a lasting friend,
Spirit of a new born individuality,
Dreams that pitches up our scale to aim at unknown vistas,
Those un-ending arguments,
Those unfathomable thoughts,
Those memoirs of first love,
Sensation of a first smoke,
Ecstasy of first vodka, with glasses clinging across the round table conference”
In the context of survival, we act against our pursuit of happiness; we submerge ourselves of living and serving ourselves. The ultimatum landing up no more than a square compartment of a compliment demarked and a chassis suffixed with some axles to take you to speedy drive. Of course there are some unimaginable achievements but at the cost of???? (Resolution unknown).

In our run for survival,
Ideas get realized,
Thoughts get provoked,
Identity becomes neutral,,
Beauty becomes eternal,
And money becomes the centrifuge!
Way of life is a thing of beauty which each and every individual designs for himself, nurtures for his satisfaction, and lives for his happiness……any way of life being forced to act upon for a societal outlook results a fruitless seed rotten at early stage, useless for itself and for the fabric of the society as a whole.
Let us live to ‘feel’ the aura blessed with the flora of life! After all there is one life to live, to re-define our slated path of the so called “survival”, and moulding it for a better future is crossword left with our hands ….

Happy Independence Day

Behind those hundred years there is a history,

Behind those revolution’s there is a message,

Behind those untraded marches there is a “path of liberation”,

Behind those tears there is a mark of accomplishment,

Behind those sacrifices there is a “spirit of independence”……..

So let us,“Unleash our talents,

Realize their dreams,

And prove our majesty

To spell the spirit of independence to humanity!”