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Memories of you...

One rainy afternoon, sitting at the window and looking out at the cloudy heavens, I felt like writing a poem. Never knew I could write poetry back then, but still, a feeling's a feeling y'know...and when I started, it began to flow....I never really had to think up words for this poem, they just came...feels nice whenever I read it.

If the text isn't visible, here it is:


As I look into the future,
my thoughts my only guide,
the memories of you, my love,
in my heart they reside.

The days, they seem so lonely,
the nights seem so long,
I miss you all the while, I do,
for you I sing this song.

I wish I could hold you in my arms,
though I know it is too late.
But I promise we shall unite again,
at Heaven's Golden gate.


Chapter - 2 - Changeling

Night.

I look at my wristwatch.

Eleven.

The moon beckons with its silver hand. The thing inside me, I still do not know what it is, but it fights. It fights my very soul to emerge, to wrench itself from the very body that it dwells, so that it can reach out to the moon, to the darkness of the night. I cannot fight it for long. It’s too strong. I can feel myself fading away, my consciousness giving way to the primal mind that is slowly enveloping my own.

Eleven-thirty.

Where am I? My hands are smeared with blood. I do not remember the past half an hour. I seem to be in a barn of sorts. Animals lay dead around me, their guts strewn and spattered all over the barnyard floor in a river of blood that seems to flow freely from them. Dread creeps up my spine and my eyes grow wide. It is happening again, and I can do nothing to stop it. That animal, that…that thing inside of me. It did all this. I did it. But I am no killer. No. It doesn’t make sense. How can I possibly do such a thing? My hands …

Chapter - 1 Run!

Run.My heart pumps blood through my veins. I see the trees blur as I go faster and faster. The wind whistles in my ears. My ears prickle as I hear the sound of pumping hooves against the forest ground. The sheer urge, the insatiable thirst for blood drives me on through the thick undergrowth. A flitting shadow among the bushes ahead tells me my prey is near. I can hear its heartbeat thumping in my head. Fast and irregular. It is nervous. Afraid. It knows that it has not the slightest chance to survive this chase, let alone this night. I hear a whimper and drops of a mixture of blood and sweat splatter across my lips. I think it has grazed its hide against a thorny bush. The rich sweet-salty flavor of sweat and blood makes my head spin, the urge to feed pressing against my very being, pushing me to finish the chase. I resist.Too many trees. My fleet-footed prey has a natural advantage here and it knows that. Its survival instincts are too strong. I know it will never leave the protecti…

Of Cloudscapes and Skylines...

I've been doing some random clicking here and there with my camera phone, and by far, the best pics have always been of landscapes, cloudscapes and skylines. Here are a few that I truly love. Enjoy!


Sagar Vihar - Vashi

Parking Lot of NMSA - Vashi. Looks like Africa doesn't it?

Section 49-O

I would like to apologize for the mistake I made in my previous post. There is no Section 49-O in the Constitution, but in the THE CONDUCT OF ELECTIONS RULES, 1961 which says:

49-O.Electordecidingnottovote.-Ifanelector,afterhis electoralroll number has been duly entered in the register of voters inForm-17A and has put his signature or thumb impression thereonas requiredundersub-rule (1) of rule 49L, decided not torecordhis vote,a remark to this effect shall be made against the said entry in Form17Abythepresidingofficerandthesignatureorthumb impression of the elector shall be obtained against such remark.
A lot of emails have been floating around saying that this provision is in the Constitution when actually it's not.

Mumbai - Rise!

November 26, 2008. Armed terrorists held the city hostage, blew up parts of a heritage Mumbai has treasured for many years, and brought the entire city to a standstill for the better part of two days. Well, too much has been said about this already, in blogs, in the news, it's everywhere. Speculation, contemplation, tight security, political statements, we shall leave no stone unturned, who's responsible for all this?....it never ends.

The question that raises eyebrows all around, and the one the answer to which people want to know the most is, WHODUNNIT?

Well, the question's not whodunnit but WHO'S RESPONSIBLE?

In the wake of the blasts arose the voice of lakhs of Mumbaikars demanding answers. Yesterday, December 3, 2008 saw more than a lakh Mumbaikars gather at Gateway of India, near the Taj Hotel in a peace rally, as a sign of solidarity in times of distress, as a sign of support for the innocent who had lost their lives, as a sign of honour to those who willingly gave…

Poetry - Sugar Rush!!

Here's something that my friend Daniella and I did a while back on yahoo IM ^_^


Me:
maybe some coffee oughtta do the trick...??
I come forth,
gallant on my steed,
racing thru the lands,
nothing can match my speed!!!

Fear not me ladie...i shalt save thee from the horror that is sugar-rush!!


Dan:
kind sir kind sir,
the drink in your cup, must you slightly stir,
forgive me for;
the ingredients i must keep a hush,
now thee can enjoy thy sugar rush!!!!


Me:
fair lady, sweet as a flower,
I thank thee for this refreshing drink,
but now I'm in a muddle, you see,
for what its contents are, I really have to think.

So pray, tell me, oh maiden,
what have you put in there,
that has made my teeth so black,
and your hair, oh so fair?


Dan:
bound by a spell i am,
if i spill the contents ill be in quite of a jam,
for the potions have notions and notions are evil,
i'm afraid the truth will bring about social upheaval!!!

but fear not, for thy kindness shall never be forgot,
the drink u drank will raise thy rank,
hence, mak…

Where IS the Love?

Reading’s an interesting hobby. Books are the best friends you can have…or so the saying goes. This has proven true for me from time to time. But the problem with me is that I’m more of a compulsive reader…once I pick up a book, I can’t stop till I’ve finished it, often reading through the night. Well, I just got done reading this really…different..fanfic of Harry Potter (ah, not a kid’s book anymore, once you read this one hehehe..). It’s not anything bad actually. Just that it completely diverts from the main theme that Rowling was following, rather leading to in her original series, and in doing so, becomes more realistic, dealing in the complexities of human emotions and the different relationships that Harry and his friends go through in their fight against Voldemort. 

At the same time, remember the “OOH! Magic’s so cool!” effect of the first two books of Harry Potter? And how they brought home the fascinating world of wizards and witches, of goblins and giants, of dragons and pho…

What are they teaching us? Ideal education? Not really....

Our education system, is it really that good? I mean, sure we produce some brilliant IT brains, IIT is a brand by itself, and quite some laurels in our pockets. But that's not what I mean. Leave all that out of the picture for now coz it comes after what my point of discussion is; which is our education system.

All through our school life we're made to believe that what we do in school, our course-ware, the subjects we study are all important in our "later life as some of our teachers may put it. Then, we realize, at a point when most of us do not even know what we're good at let alone what we want to become, that we have to choose... Hah! Choose what? Science, commerce, arts? It's something that was becoming such a problem that ultimately the powers-that-be created clichés. If you're a good student, you HAVE to take up science, or you're wasting your life and career. Average student? Oh commerce's for you...Or MAYBE you're the creative type...go fo…