Ah.. These Signs !

here's a poem... nahi... a bunch of wordz... i wrote in one of the most drab environment engg class i've had in my lifetime... it was inspired by a lovely discussion we had on .... "that topic" in one of our comm skills classes... this's how it goes...
Ah! ... These signs... An enigma...
It promises a glimpse into the future-
And drags me into its mind-boggling web...
Like a fairy tale in a fantasy land-
The prophecies- as loud as the music band!'
Linda Goodman says it all-
Triumph,failure...success or fall!
The young and old alike-completely bowled o'er-
"wanna know what's in store",thus it beckons...
One chorus says" It's nothing but myth"..
While others in unison call it "filth"...
The different signs mystifying-
Its names fascinating...captivating too!
Ah! I seem to be in a baffling maze
Trying...striving...pushing...
hard...harder...still harder...
Till I unviel the signs of the zodiac.
Alas or lo! oh god! i know not-
they still remain unresolved...unfathomed...

Cricket, My fixed obsession

Lured by a magic charm called…

The butterflies in my stomach are getting agitated and are flying all over…The adrenalin rush is at a breathtaking speed- - as we draw tantalizingly close to the mother of all cricket matches… the ultimate clash of the titans – INDIA VS PAKISTAN. The stage is perfectly set- a war in every sense of it ; bats made of willow in lieu of rifles – kookaburra balls in lieu of nuclear bombs! Also, a fierce battle of emotions.
Mixed feelings - excitement,fear, tension … stalk around me like a shoal of fish… Without an iota of doubt , nothing but Indo-pak clashes evokes an incredible magnitude of craziness, sometimes FANATICISM , driving us to dizzy and frenzied heights…
We get drenched in a rain of euphoria when the men in cool blues triumph—lots of hungama, hype and hoopla… Else,??? Ah! I even shudder to think of that. The nation is at its lowest ebb, more often than not , provoking violent, aggressive reactions, marring the true spirit of the game. Passion, emotions, patriotism- everything’s fine . but hard-core fanaticism will have to be nipped in the bud. It’s afterall a game of glorious uncertainities and we must learn to embrace the scintillating success and the pricking failures with equanimity and immerse ourselves fully in the fine and flamboyant spirit of the game…
Ah… just a few moments away… eyes “quick-fixed” to the box, everything around’s whirling , as if amidst a typhoon!… mixed emotions coupled with a great deal of tension haunts me. Ah… I’m lost – kidnapped by the evergreen charm of the game…!!


lot more cricket posts to follow !

Cosmetically Uncomfortable?!

I somehow loved the cliche which is the title of my blog, thanks a bunch to the eye doctor i visited today.. seems totally unconnected? wait up ..
Oh... the hue and cry, i would have created due to a potato-like-stye- (which is a new-born ,doesnt look like that though, going by its size!) in my left eye, would have been huge! i wailed.. whined.. was troubled and troubled every soul around me.. finally, mom couldnt tolerate that thing which distorted my otherwise blemishless face (LAUGHED OUT LOUD!).. so , i was taken to the eye-doc.. not that i resisted before, just that i was extremely busy, doin what?? well, warming my bottoms!!.. waitin for my turn to have a date with the doc, i fervently pray to the omnipresent.. that my vision should have deteriorated just enough to fetch me a pair of glasses.. i know, this is the weirdest thing a person could ask for, but you see, am weird to a fault ! i have this crush on half-rimmed glasses which my cousin has just bought ... u must have got the point? yes !.. but very unfortunately, the stars shining down werent shining on me ! "no power, just a little pressure, nothing to worry", declared the doctor unequivocally ... gawd... my wishes were dumped ROYALLY. :( he prescribed a couple of tablets and eye-drops, and yes, fermentation blah.. blah.. like a goodie-kiddo, i nodded ! and yes, he included, with a wry smile, "WELL, LAKSHMI, IF U FEEL COSMETICALLY UNCOMFORTABLE, I CAN TAKE IT OUT FOR YOU... " instantly fell in love with the cliche, but hated the idea. the thought of those sharp instruments coming even remotely close to my eyes gives me the shudders. the doc was however on cloud nine, the cliche he "invented" driving him there !
u know what happened?
the stye grew.. and grew ! when the doc's eyes first locked with my stye, the size of it was atleast one tenth of what it is NOW ! what the heck?! thats how everyone went.. i mean, it was inexplicable, kind of..
my theory..
since the size of my stye initially did not permit the doc to diagnoze properly, he jumped into what is known as "magnification diagnosis(!)" .. "If you are unable to diagnoze, make the issue bigger and then proceed with the thing !!!"

LOL ! :-)

Lucifer Sam (Barrett) 3:07

Lucifer Sam, siam cat.
Always sitting by your side
Always by your side.
That cat's something I can't explain.

Ginger, ginger you're a witch.
You're the left side
He's the right side.
Oh, no! That cat's something I can't explain.

Lucifer go to sea.
Be a hip cat Be a ship's cat.
Somewhere, anywhere.
That cat's something I can't explain.

At night prowling sifting sand.
Hiding around on the ground.
He'll be found when you're around.
That cat's something I can't explain.

O yes, this is one of Pink Floyd's.. Somehow, it has a strange aura aroud it.. Reminds me of CAT (Common Admission Test) though, especially because of the last refrain, "That cat's something I can't explain ! "...

a meek parody ! :-(

Aargh.. My story is akin to Jenny and Cavilleri..
Of the poignant saga , Segal's "A Love Story".
With a defining difference- that was fiction;
And here's mine- real,not an inkling of concoction.
"He" was my first cute crush..
Ah.. how can I forget my first brush !
My "feelings" metamorphosised into love for this "someone",
Boy.. he was as endearing and as pampering as the rays of the sun.
The time we spent together flew, defining evanescence;
But the fond memories and its reflections-permanence!
Very cheery and riotous with tingling laughter ,
He pulled my legs, fondly though, with cheeky banter.
The once "cocooned" me, transformed into a happy butterfly-
Lo! I found my soulmate, thank my stars, looking up at the sky..
We built our dreams together, painted myriad hues on "our" canvas;
And he always said, "we are here to rock, my pretty lasse !"..
Yes, Life was a dream, as if set on a roseate hue-
About the cliched uncertainties- aah.. not a clue.
The trajectory was destined to take a cruel, shattering path..
God ! I was there- seeing the blood ooze from his head, my heart.
Still grope, for a little peace.. within and outside..
Ah.. I hear his baritone ringing-
"Do not stand up on my grave and weep-
I'm not there, I do not sleep.
But am there in your soul entwined,
To give you the scintilla of hope;
and the support and solace u seek-
All, for you, my dear,in earnest-
Just to see that slinky smile of yours..."

"Do not stand upon my grave and weep-
I'm not there, I do not sleep."
well !! This was the theme for an on-the-spot poetry contest... God! The above piece of whatever(!) was indeed my brainchild.. the sickest thing I've ever written ! But still posted it because it would serve as a great example of : " How NOT to write Poetry ! " Very true !

PS: It's pure and unadulterated imagination at its worst !! No Cavilleri out here !!Laughed out Loud !! :-P ;-)

Yet another new year's eve !

december 31st... hell no.. i didnt SLEEP ! wondering what evoked me to say that ? well, it's way too obvious for my buddies who know my idiosyncrasies quite well.. for instance, sleeping off bang at 8.30 even if it's goin to be the new year's eve !!!
the heat was definitely on ! the party animals that we were ("we" refers to the craziest and the coolest college cliques possible ! boy.. each one is a riot ! ) were at our chilling best. i know it's kind of weird to be "chillin out" when the "heat" is on from a scientific perspective, but it's one common colloquial jargon ! and no prizes for guessing the joint. "MANIAQ" - bangalore's most hip and happening discotheque (pardon me for that incorrigible spellin though, if it's wrong !).. the dj was jus blazing away.. and we were jumping (read "dancing" , synonymous as far as i am concerned coz i have two left feet ! ! ! ) to the peppy beats.. hooting like frenzied juveniles.. filled with glee, absolutely in a state of ecstasy- uninhibitted !
only when the telephone rang for the nineteenth time (not that i counted, but it jus gives it a kind of.. what shall i say ... "effect (!) ).. did i realise that kaantaa lagaa never had a "ringing interruption" ! quite wonderfully greeted the caller with a dreamy, sleepy hello.. Presto! a new year wish it was.. from my best buddy pinky.. (didnt realise it then though as i was on a different plane..).. too dazed to realise what was goin on, i wished her happy bday and hung up the phone (man.. am SAD !, the first goof-up of the year too.. ).. omigosh! where is the dj? kaantaa lagaa? gawd.. i took such a long time to realise that "MANIAQ" was nothin but a figment of my hallucination ! WOW ! :-( whatever.. came over the transient state of trance to only realise that i was doing the lousiest thing possible on earth and that too on the new years eve. crap.. an assignment. frown. signal processing. a deeper frown as a hundred wrinkles crowd my forehead.OFDM was what i was digging at. if you are going to say "Du..uh what?" well, never mind.. because, even i don't mind ! procrastination is what i am great at and so i dumped the assignment temporarily. went on a calling and a call-receiving splurge. finally hung up the phone at about one... fervently prayed for abhishek bacchan and shahrukh to rule my dreams for the night (yes, i pray for dreams like that! crazy as it may seem!!) and snoozed my way to rock with them in.. MANIAQ!! i mean with SRK and bacchan jnr ! kajraa re.... (drool.. dream!) :-)
yet another new year's eve. EXTRAORDINAIRE ! ;-)

Twist of Fate !?!

Hmmmm.. Yet another issue of "Electronics For You" . Well, as it is very obvious from its name, it's a totally techie kind of magazine with loads of information on what’s hip and happenin in the tech-arena..uhm... I presume, because I 've never cared to even breeze through it (save it neat for my buddies to devour it to their heart's content!) and I continue to gormandize on the good old Archies ! :-). No regrets at that. But it is this EFY magazine,(Though my eyes have sworn to my mind to never ever even catch a fleeting glimpse of "repulsive" things such as that, sometimes words arent kept, you see.. ), which reminds me of the fact that am pursuing or atleast "ostensibly" pursuing engineering ! Electronics and communication at that ! A quirk of fate ? Call it irony ? I mean, how incongruous can things get ?! how did I land up here when I never wanted to ? well, I was or rather chose to get victimised by the cliched "Mob Mentality!". Big,typical terms like "job security".. "greater scope" germinated in my mind. Well, got to admit, I was not thinking on my own. for myself. I was consciously influenced by "everyone"- from my close peers to the "the-poky-nosey-neighbours" (never short of words, whether or not they grasp the gravity of the issue is absolutely inconsequential !) to the kiddo brother who wants to know everything that's happening around ! But, I just couldnt help but allow the trajectory of "my" future shape according to the fancy of a host of "others".Had to go for it because I was confused as hell. That's how I landed up here to "earn" a BTech degree -(wow! ? man ... :() , after having dumped my passion of doing journalism into the ditches! After having come here, I've really tried hard to figure out if I could really start "seeing" (!!!) any core technical subject. Well, i seem to have an inkling of an inclination towards cryptography, BUT as I could so smartly (!) make out that it was more due to Dan Brown's Digital Fortress than the RSA encryption algorithms that i used to "hysterically breeze through" a couple of hours before the exam ! Well, the wait has been long. and I've declared myself incapable of striking an affair with "anything technical". As they say "Everything happens for good !". Period.

At present trying to invigorate my flow of thought, which has become quite rusty, thanks to engineering again ! Galvanization goin on. Period. :-)

The Freakish Adventure that was !

Hey dudes.. this was written a sem back ! one hell of a comic, yet learnin experience, thought i should share it with ya. Names in the following write-up are NOT purely co-incidental ! (finally stuffed the banality of expression the film makers are madly in love with ! ) Because, as I said... (hold, did I say ? ) It's TRUE !


The "Freakish" Adventure that was!...


...The fourth Semester flew …Was it as fast as the blink of the eye?? Though it might sound way too exaggerating, it really was like that barring May 5th, the last day of Semester IV and also our C++ term end… All of a sudden, the clock which used to tic-tic so swiftly seemed drained of energy and did not seem to have the spirit to sustain. Could feel every second weighing upon me. It was kind of strange was just unable to get over mixed thoughts. And the anxiety to reach home was sky-rocketing, more so because remy was coming along to spend some time at home before her flight home.

To be damn frank, “the freak”, also known as Rehana Mithwani (!) is one of the most interesting and loveable persons one could ever meet in their lifetime. Can talk on anything under the sun and beyond, a real magnetic persona …. And with a bubbly aura surrounding her. An absolutely tremendous company to be with, she emanates happiness, its kith and kin!

On exploring “the FREAK FACTOR” in Remy, one gets to know as to how crazy (CRAZY? Yeah!) a person can peak to! She can drive you nuts …. Drive you crazily mad! Put in a nutshell, she’s one big KIDDO, with a great soul![KIDDO....;-)Remy, Don’t get livid at seeing this oki? Whatever am writing now is “DIL-SE-UNPLUGGED!, so it has to be uninhibited ….. gemme ? ;- ;- ] … I can go on and on like this endlessly … the slight glitch is that the ink might jus drain out before even before I come to the crux of the narrative and my dad has hidden all the other pens …especially “his” pens, thereby providing me no opportunity whatsoever to do what I revel in – FLICK !!!

Back to May 5th – After having scrurried through the oops paper, we meet up with a few buddies and exchange the clichéd “bye-cya-Happy hols!”.. then the bus and finally reach home (Not elaborating stuff out here as it might jus put you to sleep !....

Hana makes her debut visit ….

Initially, Hana stays uncharacteristically quiet, much to the surprise of my mom coz I had told my mom as to now cheery n extroverted she was … But then, she cracked the shell she was into, almost immediately ,and was her bubbly self.. After dinner, Hana , Arch (fondly called the egg) and I go to my gmom’s house (jus a couple of houses away from mine).. Boy! We had a discussion on a wide spectrum of topics – from Hyd to Lady Diana to Remy’s inimitable style of uttering Tamil words!...

THE AIRPORT

(Hey! Not an insight to the A.Haley’s novel)

After a 20 min drive, we reached the airport ….after exchanging huge bear hugs and bye-bye-ing, arch n i turn away from the airport – reach home and sleep off almost immediately, without even a minute’s waste!... And my mobile, which never is on silent mode during regular coll classes was “destined” to be silent that day ... At round 2. Trring …Trring..goes the phone which my dad picks up and hands over the phone to me.. It was Hana and she had missed her flight coz she had forgotten to reconfirm her ticket… sad, I couldn’t grasp what she said immediately … That was when I saw my mobile with 3 unread meassages ….God ! realized Hana’s intensity of panic only then …. I thought I’d keep messaging her and trying to give my best from home till around 4.30 in the morn when my dad was to pick her up from there…. was doin til 3... But the GOOFY that I’m , I sleep off, yet again, with a half typed message on the mobile... did take the precaution of not lying down … the clause “but still” is one of my favourites, I guess !! I wake up with a start at 4.30 to read the rest of her messages and learnt that Royce was gonna be there with her. She had collected herself quite beautifully and in the morn, she was in full spirits, sending winky messages and “the usual pulling –my-leg-msgs”! Also,she was sending me updates as to what she was upto…After having met up with Isha n guys in the central, She got her ticket for Monday from the AI office, hung around for a while in spencers’ and Royce dropped her home and started off to Pondy …Boy! The support that he extended was so timely, couldn’t have got a better occasion to help her … so very typical of a real, true friend … KUDOS to Royce... Finally … she was back home. Though it was really unfortunate to have missed the flight, very thought of Remy spending more time with us gave wings to whatever anxiety which was once looming around, not long back. At night, we had a grand time at Arch’s place, had dinner there, and Remy caught a glimpse of Vicky – the “Character” !!! (And btw, Vicky is the egg’s bro) the four of us play carrom… well...oopps!‘am afraid ! Arch , Hana and Vicky played and yeah! I was parterring Vicky and was striking – but my eyes fixed on Munnabhai MBBS! Despite me being his partner, Vicky WON pretty easily! Probably, inspired by my presence, I guess (Though, it’s obviously not so, I WISH SO !!! ;-) We return home at around 11.30, without any further jabbing, sleep, coz, we had to return to VIT (can see your eyes POPPIN OUT .. VIT ?? But why the dickens ?? – Well, to bring the rest of the stuff and the comp …) we team up with aunty (Keshav’s mom … Keshav ?? my cousing doin his I Yr. Mech, VIT, Kamya’s bro … Kamya ??? Keshav’s sis !!! …) Hey I can sense your burgeoning irritation … but please hold on yaar, it’s not even half complete !!

After a comfy journey in Qualis... after having pretended to raking our brains over cross words … after having got a min recharge (our balance dropped to zero coz of incessant msgin on roaming… little did we realize as to what was in store for us !!! ;- ) …Finally we saw the board reading – It got to zero as well!! ...
VIT – A place to learn … A chance to grow” … way too familiar, right ??

Next Frame : Me bribing Kamya not to blurt out a word to my mom about the state of Room 219 … (Yeah, my room only !!!) man! It was in one sad state! Kamya had her own doubts as to where I would sleep as my bed was so full of things – from novels to photocopies to biscuit packets !! ;- ;- - Being a person who looks at the brighter side of virtually everything (well, am I lyk that ??... no comments, i play it safe!), I christen my bed – A TREASRE TROVE Jr, my room being TT Sr!! We do the packing at a break –neck speed (dumping stuff doesn’t take time, does it ?? ;-) … And yeah, “Oye Bubbly” Abhi calls us up from home! Sweet of him?? Yeah but very unlike abhi (He He ! ;-) – Kiddin obv !) … Time flies …. Needed to board the Brindavan (scheduled time 5.45 p.m) … we hadn’t left VIT at 5.30 even ! to top it, I, so typical of me, leave my extra pair of shoes in the room, thus inflating the others ‘PISS – OFF” RATE! ... THANK OUR STARS- the train ran late by half an hr!
Reached Central –ah! Central it was-where we reached the brink of PAUPER-ISM! We shelled out 44 bucks (to be precise), denominations as big as 50p & 25p to collect Remy’s luggage from the clock roam! Saved ourselves from grave embarrassment though!.. Remy n I get down at my place while Arch & SK proceed home… The exhaustion which creeped due to the 2 hrs of standing amidst one well be crowd in the train jus vanishes without a trace – reason ; Remy n I planned to watch the entire F R I E N D S series … uparwaala dumped our plans into the bin! It jus want working – didn’t play on TV, nor on the comp coz the comp was in a screwed up state! So, jus spend time watchin MrBean and were pogo-ing and flipping the channels for a couple of hrs and off to sleep … The next day was a MAST Sunday. Religiously following Sunday’s rules of getting up late and being really lazy in the morn, we plan for a freak out in Pondy Bazaar .. Arch joins us and yeah? Remy turns Goofy – she was found frantically searching for a cap when she was on with her cap! ( a bit exaggerated, but it did happen! And Hanna! Jus cudn’t avoid skipping this!) stopped for around 3 hours, guess who did the bargaining? Remy! At some instances, even the shop-keepers laughed their hearts out at freakies accent and bargaining tactics! Man ! scorching heat … landed straight at Hot chips where Girish joined us. Had a sumptuous lunch and a more delectable dessert (Hehe, chocol8 fizz, it was called and am not elaborating more !) Then , we move to spencers and spend a couple of hours there … sadly though, half the time was spent in searching for each other and another one third was spent searching for landmark! A long day out … reach home by 7.30 … Arch’s parents come to pick her up, had a fab time chatting – all 3 of us- NON STOP!! After dinner, Remy Kamya and I played DOMINOES and then switched over to SCRABBLE – we went bonkers, including all sorts of abbreviations!.. majorly chatted for a couple of hours.. It was time to leave for the airport. We went really silent for some time. I felt really happy for Remy coz she was finnaly gonna get home… But I was going to miss her so badly … It felt kind of heavy and sad… But then, she was going HOME… promised to mail each other as often as we could ..

Returned home and started writing this immediately… Now it is 4.00 in the morning!

Well, its my version of the episode, everything from my perspective and straight from heart … Gota type this out – Gawd ! I can’t do that for nuts but still – guess I would manage to!

And Dudes ! If u have really reached to this point without ommitions even a single line… I ought to treat u guys big for the unparalleled tolerance! Hats off to u for taking it to a new level !!

Beyond words.. Beyond lines..

All he did was… He looked at the sky, sporting a gleaming smile, oozing oodles of radiance. His eyes exuded pride. He waved at the awe-struck onlookers who witnessed the magic exhibited by the man. All this , when he was given the mike to speak. He was too overwhelmed to speak. He had just struck gold at the Wimbledon. Roger Federer’s emotions mightily overrode his way with words. That’s because the language of the heart is beyond lines…beyond words… ( Am citing Federer as an example because he is the current cynosure of a million eyes today.) Even pompous eloquence through words would be a meek replica of the true expression of the heart.
Shifting from one realm of emotion to another..As I was ambling across the other day, after yet another mundane, dreary day of work, an innocent pair of eyes, welled with tears, gripped with gloom, agonizingly slaughtered by sorrow.. Instantaneously seized my attention. Here I was, face to face, with a four-year-old girl, asking for alms. Here she stood, having lost her loved ones, orphaned and stranded to find her way through in this big, bad world. When tragedy strikes, with all ropes to glory severed, with the cup of woes overflowing, with your psychological frame brutally raped… a time when you lose your own self and soul.. (Tragedy” is a generalized and also, a relative term. Poverty, victimization by circumstances, excruciating discrimination at any, rather at all levels, and many more akin take shelter under the umbrella called tragedy. ) Well, to speak or write about the multitudinous travails might, rather, will create the lump in the throat; a tear or two will find its way down our cheeks… But the human emotion transcends the flow of ink.
Life ain’t a monotonous drone. We cruise through, we scrape through, we experience, we feel…emotions of varied, myriad hues. To realize the profundity of the emotion, it has to be felt. It invariably dwarfs the expression of the word. For, the language of the heart is beyond lines. Beyond words .The language of the heart cannot be surrogated!

Adoloscent Writing ?!

I have always had the urge to write, though “talent” was reluctant to accompany my ardent desire. Passion was earnestly trying to make its meek presence felt,but the inspiration was just not there. The proverbial magic wand to spark creative illuminations, to sail through the wave of ideas… wasn’t with me. Still wanted to give it a shot.
I dabbled at poetry, craved to strike a chord with my readers.. to move a soul..to touch a heart. But sadly L , I wasn’t destined to be one. My honest attempts at poignant poetry evoked riotous laughter when read out. Was this the most unfavourable camouflage ever? Probably.
“POP” flashed an idea, bright and more importantly, sane and sound enough at that instant of time- “revolutionary writing” – (sounds big… right??) With growing tensions and the diverse travails and tribulations tormenting the world, I thought it would be ideal to make a point ,create ripples through the flow of ink..The wave of renaissance I dreamt to fashion stayed a dream. The spark died at a glaringly scorching pace than at which it evolved. Yet another crack. Yet another date with futility.
Was fiction my domain? There were the daunting Dan Browns with unthinkable plots.. then there were the J.K.Rowlings – enchantingly captivating young and old alike.. and many more, on whom I am still stuck on and holding them in awe .But, formulating plots, knitting a novel- was way over my head! My most upright endeavour turned out to be a woeful incarnation, though every slice of “my work”(!) was hackneyed from an assorted collection.. Apparently , the stark reality staring at me was that I didn’t seem to revel even in plagiarisation!
I was like one lunatic nomad, shuttling from one avenue to another, searching for my cup of tea.. I was shunned, eschewed- outrightly. Was in the deepest shrouds of frustration. But I wasn’t going to seek the shadow. To prevent the fuel from my gas pump (hypothetical obviously, I’m not a truck or its kin!!) from evaporating, I started practising the art of page filling (sounds a tad funny and silly too.., whatever!It does help..I bet..) Now, am hooked on to it! Am still in the fledgling years of writing..hoping fervently that this “page-filling-tactic” would pepper.. garnish the raw salad. Still awaiting the metamorphosis- the time when even I gauge my readers’ pulse and strike that proverbial, elusive chord. I can. I hope. I will.

bye year 05 ! misya:( welcome year 06 ! :)

December 31st ! Aint it a special day in more ways than one ? It's one of those days when my mind gropes for a kind of equilibrium. Sliced (not equally though) with a multitude of thoughts.. varied shades of emotions and memories , is my mind. yes, there were days which were kind of frustrating and emotionally gruelling.. the last minute tension and fear before exams (well, a very small fraction though.) .. the day I had this odd argument with my pal.. but they slowly grow fainter and die away (for good!).. DRIFT.. I relive those wonderful moments- that long stroll I had with my best buddy.. the day when the class of 2007 (ECE discipline) mass-bunked for the first time (:), it's an achievement of sorts out here !).. the day when I spent hours and hours together, completely oblivious of the train of time, totally awestruck by the strikingly beautiful sunset.. the day we created a hell of a racket in the hostel (stifled souls we are, but when we get the opportunity, we PLUNGE into it (collective effort always helps !) and bring the roof down ! .. those warm hugs and wishes on my bday last year, smearing of cream (not cosmetic but edible, more precisely, the cake's cream!) all over.. and all the other "little somethings" that made my days so cherishable.. Love you all for weaving those great moments !

Welcome ya! Welcome me! :-)

Yoweeee ! yoohoo !
Well.. well well ! I finally made it! Uhm.. to be honest, I've always wanted to blog - no constraints whatsoever, a domain where you can go "Dil-Se" unplugged ! But, yours truly is a wholesome personification of laziness.. (secret: am called "The Sluggish Sloth" very very fondly by my near and dear ones.. ) Oh crap.. It's no more a secret. So, to state the obvious, I was in a state of divine languor :) (which is so VERY me..) for a while.. (to define "while" - i've wanted to create my space out here since atleast the start of 05 ! but kudos to me ! I raise from the inertness that possessed me for this long... Lo! I make my debut !
Well, my co-bloggers, pals and pals-to-b :) : Comments on whatever nonsense am gonna bore ya with- am always pleased to give them a resounding welcome ! So.. please co-operate ! :-)