Psychedelic Slippers

GEC is a green campus.. esp in the monsoons. (green in the true sense, engicos wil know wat i mean) n i have a green fren (nt so literally). it started in the monsoons. this green guy running behind butterflies (no he isn a 3 year old). this green guy is a man on a mission. a mission to capture every butterfly in gec. his sole aid was his tiny sony ericsson. you wud find him walking out from the most unexpected places walkin towards u with a triumphant smile. n then there would be times when he would be runnin towards nothingness. Spending hours hovering over flowers, i d wondered if he d turned into one of em, springin in n out of ur vision jus like one of em butterflies. capture them he did. but it din stop there! this green guy wants to secure the habitats of butterflies...give them a brighter tomorrow. butterflies are sensors of a healthy environment. they tel u how GREEN the greens around you are in essence.the more u find them around u, the greener ur avenues. this green guy is v...

"i kept runnin behind something, i thought, was pullin me today i see, wat kept pushing me, was something else " i spend a lot of time lookin behind these days. its last year, n its like a lot is slipping out from between ur fingers. a lot that u want to hold to... a lot u never wanna let go. i have come far from the tomboy i once claimed to be. somewhere given in to what society expects u to be, n the so many people around u. sometimes i feel i m walkin bac though, to my times b4 i turned into a tomboy. i spent the first 2 years of coll life tryin to find a place fr me in a RIGHT group, they were a waste.. i was tryin to break barriers, fit into prototypes, tryin to shape myself n others. i gave it one last try in third year, n i think now i hav succumbed to things. i dunno if its succumbing to circumstances, or jus the desire to be left alone fr sometime. i loved the centerstage once. i lived life there, i loved the attention.now i prefer to stay away. but one thing has rem...

Waiting in line at a taco stand for my number to be called I started talking to a six-year-old kid kicking his little foot against A curb and waiting for his dad to come out of the bathroom. And he said, “Why do you cough so much?” And I said, “Because I have cancer.” And he said, “Bummer.” And I said, “Yep.” And he said, “Does it hurt?” And I said, “Only when I breathe.” And he said, “Why don’t you hold your breath?” And I puffed out my cheeks like Lois Armstrong and Let him see it and held it for as long as I could Before exploding into a hacking eruption of Stupid sounds and saliva. And he laughed. And I coughed and laughed. And he said, “Feel better?” And I said, “A bit.” And I showed him how much better with my Thumb and index finger. And pointed at a green thread of mucous that had dribbled out onto my chin ...

sometimes when you love someone too much, you tend to forget that you are two lives. you wish nature would bind you into one heart, one soul, one life, for eterenity.. it never happens n u just live ur part

stumbled upon this smwer When someone leaves you, apart from missing them, apart from the fact that the whole little world you've created together collapses, and that everything you see or do reminds you of them, the worst is the thought that they tried you out and, in the end, the whole sum of parts which adds up to you got stamped REJECT by the one you love

can i love you a little less tonight? so there's more for tomorrow a little less fight , for a little less sorrow! can i hold you less tight? with a hope you hold me tighter a little step bac, so you draw a little closer! can i say a word less? so you can say one more a little more silence, for our hearts to grow!

my earliest memory of a scrapbook is of my 1st standard. we had to make a scrapbook by stickin pictures collected durin various activities throughout the year. i never thought of it again until around 2 weeks ago. i was scratchin my head on a gift for a friend. i first thought of an album of this friend with snaps of his with some of his closest friends.. but cos this was one person who was never around at the time of the "Clicks", i had a tough time finding snaps. off late i resort to the net for everything. i searched for gift ideas on the net. came across scrapbooks on many a site. bingo i finally got ma perfect gift!! while it had been tough to find his snaps, there were enough snaps of his frens around. thanks to orkut, facebook, n the overflow of digicams n cam cells, n enthusiastic frens who like to preserve memories in pixels finding snaps wasn all that difficult. ma first stop was a stationery shop, i brought a scrapbook, couple o colours, n pens etc. the plan was to...