Psychedelic Slippers

So I enter into ma third blogging year. I thought I should like write some masterpiece or smtin to mark this event, but on second thoughts the best I could do was just write like I do every time cos this blog is now just a babble of ramblings of my mind as I work on the keyboard. Sometimes I try to organize my thinking, more often than not though, I just tend to drift away. When I began this blog, I d thought of writing about moments that have an impact on me. I think at the core, my blog Is still the same… but what u read, is more of what I pick up from those moments, as i often fail to mark them as I write. Wet-footprints has given the writer in me a renewed identity. Am not one of the best writers, and my language is far from right, yet I have found more like me through my blog, and the blogging world has by far changed the way I perceive things, near and far. I have realized that people all around the world are the same, and we all have the same emotions. Common man is governed by

i become more of a midnight blogger when i come home. i thought i had gotten over ma addiction to the net, bt thats nt to b, i stil can sit hours infron of the browser wit literally nothin happenin. nights are a time of sporadic activity, cos thats when most of my pals are online, and then hours pass by without u realisin it. (ther are days when it gets really borin, n there are jus one o two of em, n other times when ur fingers find it difficult to juggle betn windows) umm well tats nt wat this post is all about. i kinda get too involved in the present these days while writin, i hav to struggle a little to remember wat i actually wanted to write about. ok ther i go again. sorry so this post is about bein single. every phase as it comes looks fun..(depends on how u look at it). its more like u get used to it n then don wanna change ne more. u want it to go on. i am single. n i kinda like this phase. like the freedom, the no bonds, no worries, the hangin out with frens, casual flirtin,

picked it frm here

m bac at home.. aft a well lazy weekend.. m waiting fr tomo. ahh wats special abt tomo? the buddy returns. wil be catchin up wit ma coll frens tomo, umm wats so big abt meetin up? i guess its that familiar at home feelin. i went to colg last week, it was like this totally difft place, may be cos i had been there aft many days, but there was this feelin that it wasn my home any more. not the home it was for like 4 years of engg. i met up my professors. well the talk with my professors was really encouraging. i was no longer afraid to discuss them, may be its more easier to discuss ur past than present, but nevertheless i did. with a hope that may be it will help them help someone else like me. cos i have been luckier to find my way back, someone else might get lost. i wasn scared to talk ne more, i spoke more freely than ever before, there were no worries abt their after thoughts. i guess its the freedom we feel when we dont have to worry abt makin impressions(right or wrong). when u re

Prologue His well tamed fingers moved with ease on the keyboard. Words appeared on the screen mechanically. He wasn’t thinking, not about the report. That’s it … this is the last one, and then ...PARTY TIME. Abhinav had been working on it for a month now; and the boss never seemed satisfied. “This Para here, it doesn’t sound pretty right, may be you could just go through it again” (yes ma’am right away); “You could rephrase this thing. Make it sound more convincing” (sure, no problemo) “Hmmm not bad, but are you sure of the statistic?” (!?!?!$$$!?!?! Am not a jackass to make up statistic for a REPORT). But well it all had come to an end now. Done!! Over!!! Phew!!!!… all the overtime and all that... I need a break. He closed the file, and opened the browser. It had become a ritual now, some time on the net at the end of the day’s work. He felt he deserved it... jus to cool off the nerves. He opened his inbox, found a couple o friends online, “the usual losers... dint they have anything

Abhinav spent a restless afternoon. He hated secrets. What’s with all the right time, right moment rubbish? When shall the world be sensible? Abhinav dressed up and called out to Neha. No reply. “Nehaaaaaaaa, where is this girl now! Mommm... where s Neha?” “Oh she went out an hour ago!” *** Totally confused by now he drove steadily to the beach. He found her bike parked besides another. He dialed her number… a giggle replied… “walk straight to the first shack on your right.” What’s with all the secrecy? He was sure it was one of her stupid pranks. He wouldn’t be surprised to find one of the gals he’d dumped sitting across the table with her. “I hate her sense of humor. She’s still a kid. For god’s sake Neha grow up!” his feet stopped at the steps of the shack. Across the table sat a dark guy, a no-gooder by the looks, and Neha was smiling at him. She drew her hands off the table as she noticed Abhinav (were they holding hands?) she smiled at him, the guy smiled too. Abhinav dragged him

jus went through ma blog archives n realised how infrequently i have been writing off late. i jus cant think of enuf things to write about. there's a lots of things happening around though, m busy with studies. i knw it kinda sounds weird after u graduate out, but yes, like for the first time in 5 years i actually am busy with studies. and yes.. i have started reading the newspaper.. like ritualistically, unlinke before when i wud just scour through thte headlines. every day in pune is a new learning experience for me, everything from my walk to the classes to ma time in library. there's so much information faliing on my ears and for the first time i am absorbing as much as i can. feel almost like a child, a five year old that gulps down everything that comes by it. well i am nothing much than a toddler in this huge city... i still miss my hometown, but as i said in ma prev post, missing becomes an obvious part of you,and u stop thinkin about it. today is rakhi.. not a new thin

Do you remember how we became frens? When was the first time I said hi to you? Our first day out? Our first fight? Do u remember it all?? That First look and I instantly knew you are “the one” my friend forever… the one made for me, my alter ego, ma comrade, ma accomplice, ma aide, ma FRIEND!!!! EXCUSE ME!!! u ok? We talkin abt friends here!!!!! All these questions are irrelevant when u think of friends. I don remember when n how I became friends with ma closest pals. Life jus brings u together, for some reason or the other, n then it clicks… yeah love… but seamless n unbound! Friendship doesn happen at first sight (like some claim love can!) Its like whisky… the older the better!! Life happens, and then it filters those few precious ones and turns graphite to diamond. That’s how ordinary people become special. Pals are those infron of whom u don have to be anything else but u.. u don have to think, u jus be yourself. Its simple, easy.. free of apprehensions.. being friends I mean. You