this is strange september.it ends with a bounty of surprises,always.dussehra went by like a dull monday of march.leo always finds a knack of panick in his everlasting deeds,this time bringing a chaotic new babe in his dramatic old life.far from it,suyash stands still and stubborn,behaving like a multi-headed hydra,bole to kameena no 1.tries to put on a strange dude type attire and tries to become leo,huh.someone gotta come and take my breath away.well a pint always does the rest and ofcourse irresistible kings by itc always adds to the flare of his guilts.special zara chicken and a lollypop then makes it look like a gaga time.i hope the september ends now.cat comes calling and high on spirits with a latest aimcat percentile of around 99,he is all set to drool in the effect of over confidence,yet again.it always eats the future.i get this feeling now-i cannot wait no longer,i know your love will keep me happy-will keep me stronger.i cannot live without you-i know your love is the only one so true.in the end,lying flat,the bundle of expectations and forgotten promises flashes straight up his temples.rahon mein tanha hun saath le chal yun...sang tere safar pura karun.

and then,october would come.baby,come and be my guiding light !

It felt like spring time on this monsoon morning

In the courtyard birds were singing your praise

I'm still recalling things you said to make me feel alright

I carried them with me today

Now,

As I lay me down to sleep

This I pray

That you will hold me dear

Though I'm far away

I'll whisper your name

Into the sky

And i will wake up happy

I wonder why I feel so high

Though I am not above the sorrow

Heavy hearted

Till you call my name

And it sounds like church bells

Or the whistle of a train

On a summer evening

I'll run to meet you

Barefoot barely breathing

As I lay me down to sleep

This I pray

That you will hold me dear

Though I'm far away

I'll whisper your name into the sky

And I will wake up happy

It's not too near for me

Like a flower i need the rain

Though it's not clear to me

Every season has its change

And I will see you

When the sun comes out again.

lay me doon,in the caul caul groon..

lay me doon,in the caul caul groon

whaur afore,monie mair hav gaun

when they come,A wull staun ma groon

staun ma groon,Al nae be afraid

thoughts awe hame,tak awa ma fear

sweat an bluid,hide ma veil awe tears

ains a year,say a prayer faur me

close yir een,an remember me

weirdo

Here is a bit of weirdo from me,please cooperate and understand the indepth meaning of this precious piece of philosophy ;) 

as my thoughts plundered,it got stuck on the very beginning of my life and i thought when does life really begin ? Is it when the first fluttering beats of the primitive heart of a foetus start, or when the child is pushed from the womb into the world? Does it all actually start at the moment of conception when the egg and sperm meet and mix their genetic code together to create a new being? Who can say really... No one knows because,no one is sure of when life truely begins.I'm not a scientist, a theologist, or even a doctor.But,I have thought about when life truely began.

now here is why i wrote all that,

its cold here.its always raining and i am stuck with ups and downs in body temperature,frequent return of cough,cold and the ultimate effect of being sick,being soporific 24 hrs a day.so whenever i lay back,i do innovative things,basically in the field of philosophy.now the important point is,what could i be if i was left free at the age of 7 in order to discover my own elixir and where would i be now,at the age of 21 ? i have figured out that i could be a wanderer with the least of clothing somewhere in north eastern part of russia or in the forests of central africa,drinking the nile water and living on natural fruits and leaves as my food.very realistically speaking,its too difficult to imagine these kind of weird things in life,it requires an immense drill,understanding of ones self and a hell lot of logical ability ;) , ciao.