Psychedelic Slippers

i got my four wheeler license around 3 years back. But i wonder why i kept myself away from the wheel till around 2 months back. I had this road-fright. i always thought that every vehicle on the road was for the sole purpose of me colliding into it. having this cartoonist imagination, i always thought i would go flying out of the window when i hit the brake. so i would avoid using them. The car would inevitably stop when the speed dropped below 20. I hated to change gears. I thought the car would slide out of control if i pressed the clutch. and such were the hurdles that kept me away from the car all these days. well it began some time after my gate paper. i had nothing much to do at home, so i d call the driver in the afternoons, to practice driving. n then aft many many days, i can now claim that i can finally communicate with my car. its my new found high-- driving . u sit on the wheel, buckle up, breathe in, jus as u turn on the ignition, and then gear, n vroooommm... u can fee

Last week been a long hectic week for me! i had all these interviews queued up n been travelling north-south. It began on 11th, i left fr mum in the afternoon. Me n dad. air travel all through, i guess ul already know my opinions about it. Got a window seat. Average indian still feels enthu abt window seats, immaterial what mode of transport. Air travel is now like any other mode of travel, indianised in every sense, airports have the same ruckus as a train platform, people huddle up around seats on flight to chat up, n manage to play cards across rows. some of them even bend over their neighbours to peep through the window, whiel the usual passengers while their time in magazines, novels o music.Its amusing to note that people travelling in bus, train etc display a much better dressing sense than those flyin by air. A large chunk of people are dressed like they are confused if they going to a disc or carnival. and some have this idea that if u are travelling to o from goa its a must t

With the blanket of darkness spread over the sky As night walks time into valleys of mystic silence I feel you my love, standing guard The Last Prince of the Kingdom of Dark I read your words, in the blinking of stars your voice with the wind, that swooshes past me As i stand uncovered at the gates of your fortress an eternal wait, night after night contd... Posted via email from pixeljuice's posterous

after many days i open my treasure drawer today. there was lots of old stuff. i dinno i was still holding so much of stuff, even after i d cleaned my drawer like a year o more ago. more amazing was i cud still remember most of the things. i have stuff like movie tickets, wrappers. i was totally into buying gifts fr myself. and all tiny tiny memoirs of times like. :) pages from my tuition book, tags of clothes, wrappers, letters, cards, paper cuttings. i think it was the first time i ever showed them to anyone. there's nothing worth hiding in them, and i think for anyone else it will just be junk. but i still love holding on to those things. You look at something, and then travel back down memory lane, and drift into the memory-vortex :D i love getting lost, and when its not always possible to get physically lost , i find solace in these escapades back in time. its nice when you have someone around with whom you can travel to almost anywhere; to some random isolated church on a hi

what if today is all that there is!! more like an infinite loop of "today's." what if today goes on forever and there is no tomorrow. no u, me --> us... :( "when we meet someone and fall in love, we have a sense that the whole universe is on our side. I saw this happen today, just as the sun went down.And yet if something goes wrong, there's nothing left. No herons, no distant music, not even the taste of his lips. How is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly?" -- Eleven Minutes, Paulo coelho

last week been totally busy... ma roomie frm pune had come down. so been roaming around for like a week. day one was north goa -- panjim , anjuna .. etc.began with dona paula , then kala academy , panjim church, lunch at aunty maria, my first visit to the flea market. shopped like an idiot, then went to aguada .. click click. day two went kart racing, then colva , jet ski, then ccd , coffee n craziness... day 3 was in coll, n then old goa n monte , day 4 -- jus in n ard vasco -- japanese garden, three kings. all awesome times. was like being back in pune ! all crazy shit talk, swinging, bitching, laughing, more like rolling on floor. sittin up late nights ( nt smtin new). twas funn ... got lots of time on the wheel. driving is addictive. u want more n more of it! day b4 morning, she went back,dropped her to panjim . the bridge was closed, so had to go all the way via ponda ! :P rest of the day was spent wit friends ! caught up wit a friend after some 5 long years. end of