Psychedelic Slippers

hello world.... n by the time u read this , the new year will b a day o more old. so happy new year.. every year we celebrate 31st.. kiss n bid farewell to wat the year was. those party animals party hard, some smoke it off, while others drain it down their throats, n its cheers n smiles. time to burn the old man,(like he s sm ravana of some sorts), n light up the skies with a kazillion rockets, n scream n yell out to welcome the new one. m tryin to hard to feel the verve here. on this commemorable last day of the first decade of the new millenium i hav been online like whole day (jus like almost every other day). n in retrospect last year was brighter... ( i mean 31st last year). n i gues it shal alwes be, cos it l b one of its kind. now bac aft the last sunset of the decade... it wasn one of the most spectacular sunsets witnessed, but the colors were jus too good. n the full moon looks awesome. i went to our management club. there were waters on three sides, i felt blessed to hav g

jus bac from like ova 1000kms of travel... ma bones are shaky. rural roads are stil bumpy. so i was bouncing all the way (like literally). the task was to locate our family deity. (who lives in some lost tiny village in maharashtra) so day one began at 6.30... n we were all ready by 7 but the driver hadn turned up... so were there til 8.30 waitin fr him. the journey finally began. we were suppoesd to pick breakfast smwer on the way, but that din quite happen. we finally reached bijapur at 12. a small detour to the "gol ghumat" it was Xmas day n damn crowded. some n number of schools had thought of gettin kids there fr a picnic. the gol ghumat, is this huge dome like structure. u go to the top of the dome n whisper n ur voice echoes down. it was way too noisy tat day to distinguish one voice from another. ok this gol ghumat is supposed to b the second largest dome in asia.(o is it world?) . was sad to notice it is one of the most ill maintained historical structures. there wer

i woke up to the sound of waves... the sea was calling. There are times when i feel tat way, today morning was one of them. i heeded the call. i put on my shoes n hopped to the beach. the sun was already 20 degrees up the horizon. I sat on the wall on the shore on my favorite edge, beneath palms tat swayed. If there is one word tat best describes how i felt its "AWESOME". i sat there soaking the morning sun, as the sea beneath me turned red n then golden from the pale grey shades of early mornin. there were some fishermen already out in the sea with their nets.. still boats floating around. waves crept up on the stones n receded. it was like witnessing natures symphony-- the waves on the shore, rustling palms, whistling wind, n everything basked in gold. i felt blessed. sitting there. it was like seeing "the light". I felt chosen special, i felt the rays of sun glow me. i sat there for a long time. seeping it all. i closed my eyes. i felt light... felt i cud fly wi

m all packed up from pune n bac home fr some peaceful studin... as i packed ma stuff i realised how much id been accumulating over the days... the bags went on piling up, n i had to search every nook n corner of the room, to find out more to stuff in. what seemed like an endless exercise was surprisingly only an hour. thankfully i had kairavi (ma roomie) to keep chattin ard with. somehow the most trivial things seemed significant then, and to beat the fact that this cud probably be one of the last times we spoke face to face, we stuck to more trivial stuff. (the usual chattering). we went for the usual cup of chai n cream roll in the evening. i took out a cam to the amusement of the chai walla, who began comments on how photogenic he was(nt). we walked ard aimlessly on pune streets, (one of our favorite tp) n then onto the zed bridge across the river. i dumped most of the stuff onto ma parents. i returned late that night after dining wit mum dad.. ma roomies were still up waiting fr me