Psychedelic Slippers

my days are much the same now, n nothing much is happening!! days and nights are no different now, n my world is limited to my room...(most of the time). stepped out into the lawn like after a week. yes feels nice! a lil fresh air. Good. sky is clear for most part, except for a few clouds here n there, the sea is very silent! no waves, n m surprised no ones at the beach despite it being weekend!! overall m enjoying the quiet(even the factory is surprisingly super silent! o have i grown so immune to the noise!) just another 2 weeks left! m not exactly counting days...but yes then i will get to enjoy my well deserved break!!! missing being here.. n spending hours in thought mode.... ----- how strong are u? is there some hidden reserve of strength thats accessible only in the most trying circumstances? so may be till u discover it you can fairly assume the worse is yet to come! ----- peace to all! bubbles

in the end, all that matters is what you get right! the significance of all tats acquired, over the course of time, reduces to one question, have u got it right??? its stupid in a sense, like you are judging someone , something impulsively... this one question renders void so many things... the end result is all that matters, and even tho there might be many out there who l say the journey is more important, everyone is struggling to get it right, sometimes even competing to get it more RIGHT than someone else!

just like the medium of writing matters, where we write does to. some interesting responses out there. "If the theme of the Enlightenment was independence," he writes, "our own theme is interdependence. We are now all connected, humans and machines. Welcome to the Entanglement." by Daniel Hills "New medial environments may therefore create a new form of waking consciousness that resembles weakly subjective states -- a mixture of dreaming, dementia, intoxication, and infantilization. Now we all do this together, every day. I call it Public Dreaming......" a response to how internet is affecting our thinking. more of it here

one withers another grows......sometimes when u sit with the balance-sheet of life, n u find more negatives than positives... just throw it, n find something better to do. college seems so distant now... like it was eons ago, sometimes even another life!! the unit of time is months again, (sometimes days, minutes, seconds), unlike sems before. unlike pune times, where everyday was filled wit a possibility of chancing on someone new, being home is more of reflecting on those chance encounters. m not so much surprised by transitions, as the rate at which they occur(ed), undoing things, nullifying actions... so tat everything seems more chaotic than before ( o was it just a pseudo belief!) words can deceive, but quivering drunk voices cant!! hope is a butterfly that flutters till certainty kills it..

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...