Psychedelic Slippers

Long long ago, when the Liliputian army reigned the grassy-lands of Farmagudi..... the foundations of something new were laid in the soils of the plateau.. a plateau notorious for stickin to its traditions!! for the first time the united engicos were divided... friends fought friends, n foes shook hands!!!! War cries echoed in the campus! Spies sneaked outside latched hostel rooms, a word here n another there.. they put together stories frm bits. Each one struggled to juice out their best. There was no alternative to victory!! Winning was all that mattered!! Tandav 2007 (the first intra college cultural festival in GEC)... truly justified aggression!! a dayful of events, of busy feet, of raised voices, of exaggerated emotion! Though only one emerged victorious in the battle, the crux of the event was preserved! Tandav 2007 was a festival... with due importance to all its competition.. it's aim was enjoyment!! a year later.... the plateau shook again with war cries!!! all

there's this guy who seems like god !!!! ur own imperfections highlighted, when u talk to him, you wonder , if he is made up of some unearthly matter !! your senses confused by now, each one struggling to get the max of him! You watch the transforming expressions on his face ; jus when the chant is wearing off, his words transfix u. you want to grab every word, cos he'll giv u some of the most unique combinations of words u've ever heard. He plays with words like one slides candy balls over ones' tongue. He smiles when u expect him to hit u with smtin, n he'll yell at you when u say smtin cute. Its not tat he is averse to compliments, but its like he is never heard them. He will piss u with his non sense , yet when he stops it , u'l b longin for more. With ears plugged to earphones he can hear beyond the music from his cell, Readin a novel hidden under the desk, he stuns you with an answer to random questions thrown in class. When the worlds heate

अजुन माझे चुकले - माकले शब्द तुला टोचत असतील सावलीमध्ये कधी चुकून क्षण ओले भिजवत असतील पाउस म्हणून , वेड्या मनाची समजूत ही , तू घालत असशील मी नसले तरी कधी , चोरून, स्वप्न माझी पाहत असशील नसेन मी , पण हरवलेली प्रीत माझी खरी आहे एक डाव फसला , म्हणून आयुष्यभराची दूरी आहे

picked this up from here A reflection of what people want us to be. We reflect the image of what people want to see, What they need to see. And is it subconscious? Or conscious. Manipulative, maybe. Giving people what they want, And once they turn their back, You’re reflecting another image to someone else. Another side, another hidden side. Is there any truth, to what we do? Or do we make our own truth? We believe in the people we want to believe in. And in return, they show us what we want to see? You can be the nicest person to somebody, And then a total bitch to someone else. We are all but mirrors, Reflecting expectations of who people want us to be.

he he he he this one's fr snaky !!! he he he he n i alwes picture purab as simu in this one he he he he this one's a favourite: (sob sob) ROCK ON!! to alllll frens forever!!!!

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