Psychedelic Slippers

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example,'The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance.' The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture. What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is shattered and she is not with me. This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. My sight searches for her as though to go to her. My heart looks for her, and she is not with me. The same

jus thinkin drives u crazy at times. wats more scary losing someone or being driven insane by the thought of losing someone? why do we become more confused as we grow up... how do we define our wants n needs, or is it jus a blurred merge of one into the other... n we walk on it ...an obscure line that divides two nothings.

the other day in the bus, i got a seat besides a lady with her 3 year ol. they were deeply engrossed in a mother child conversation. the child lifted his hand n placed on his moms.. finger on finger... palm on palm... then moved to feel the nose.. once its moms then its own.. n so on.. as the bus moved further we passed by a cow. the mother helped the child identify the animal..."that's a cow, see it has 2 eyes jus like yours, one nose, one mouth..." through most of the journey (until the child slept) the mother helped the kid associate with the things passing by, helping it find similarities between it and its surroundings. in our kido times we all associate with things around us by finding similarities between us and the things around us. when do we then undergo a transition and start searching for dissimilarities? as kidos we all are inculcated with a basic fact of life, that despite of different forms we all are essentially the same... why else do we imagine talking a

If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, or, being hated, don't give way to hating, and yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to broken, and stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, and lose, and start again at your beginnings and never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn lo

this movie(documentary) was released today on the 5th june the occasion of world environment day. an awesome movie.. the video is totally amazing.. the narrative is gripping... if u give it a good ear... its really inspiring. its like a how u wud see ur actions and their impact if u were someone else, someone not on earth.. below is the link to their youtube channel http://www.home-2009.com/us/index.html do watch it

Today I answered ma last paper of engineering. 4 years after I made the first conscious critical decision of ma life, I dunno if m fit to call ma self an engineer. That’s a different issue to talk about. I am a little relieved today, a little relaxed… and its given my brain some time to think unrushed. While comin bac after the paper, I had one of the longest drives home I could ever have( no, o wasn stuck in a traffic jam o netin). Glancing outside, I wondered how many such drives were left, before I bid adieu to ma second home (or was it more like first). Our vivas will be done by 15th o so, n then the only strand tying us back will be results… n for most of us, it will be an almost never to return back journey as we move out of there. When I look back at these four years, words fail me, just as they would for neone who wud attempt to put ” life ” in words. As we move out from all our comfort zones, to the big black world, i question the ability of the educational system I was brou