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.

Relaxed and Happy :)

AIMCAT 1014                                                                    PAPER CODE : 111

No of questions : 70 (20+30+20)

SECTION 1(quants)        SECTION 2(verbal)         SECTION 3(DI)

no of q's :20                      no of q's : 30                       no of q's : 20

attempted = 15                attempted = 22                  attempted = 14

correct = 12                      correct = 19                        correct = 12

marks = 12*4-3=45        marks = 19*4-3=73          marks = 12*4-2=46

max marks = 80              max marks = 120              max marks = 80

total marks = 45+73+46=164

max marks = 280

i just love preparing these reports,but only when its good.as a matter of fact,i always struggled performing in these mock cats.its relieving and certainly quite a booster in view of the cat coming soon.basically,i feel good :)

El Dorado

wouldn't the wheel of fortune for a man take a steep roller coaster turn if he found the treasure,a place which still naps in the discreet jungle of backwardness and if that man lives with the potential of making a change and turning the lives.the El Dorado is Patna,uncharted-unfathomed ,urging for the revival of an extraordinary beauty it held hetherto a century ago.excuse me,because bill gates has lived his time,ambani is no more and i cant notice anyone else as powerful or as entrepreneurial so that to make such big a discovery and at the same time,more importantly to comprehend such a potential.the change requires 2 things:belief and self-belief.lets wait for the one i am talking about.if he succeeds,everyone certainly will know it.

my diary.

its not even dawn.dont know why,but i have fallen a prey to believe in omen's and stars.and a shooting star whom i saw told me everything i needed to know.among many directions that were enforced upon me,it also told something quite unexpected:it sugggested never to fall in love if i already am in love(infact u cant).before it disappeared in a universe of its own,i could see a dazzling smile and a note saying,'see ya.'

its a common weakness i suffer from,the instinct of feeling embarrassed because of the nudiustertian moments of my life and then for a fraction of a fraction i do pine about the appurtenances i have failed to set store by.i should subvert.a sort of presentiment or rather prescience is always trying to indicate the impending walkaway's.even when i slip,its because of the heterogeneity between me and my own silhouette and therefore a precised flip-flop is imperative to stock me up and to help myself get rid of that miniscule but dangerous temperamental attitude still prevailing somewhere innards.

chennai,mumbai,hyderabad fascinates me and that is when i rise to the potential i hold and everyone holds.an eminent professsor from stockholm schol of economics asked me to name the most over-rated person in my view and less then in an instant i said mr. amitabh bachchan.he asked me to explain,later he agreed after understanding the frivolousness of the nature of work these entertainers do and how ineligible are they for the amount of rewards they walk away with.in the end,they are just entertainers and actually the most selfish people:if selfishness is a virtue of self consciousness and understanding how much you get for how little you do.

i am so sure and confident of dating and having sex with deepika padukone or malaika arora khan or anyone if i make it a point(but sorry,i am in love).the point is even beethoven and tan sen are not known as much as these street dancers are but the good thing is street dancers will always be known as street dancer and a beethoven as a beethoven.i intend to differentiate between an artist and an on sale puppet.none of my business,and i dont want to waste time either.

setting it to an end,i have a steadfast perspicacity about being nothing more than i would deserve and till i am,to keep trying and sticking to the person i want to be and on my own conditions.ofcourse,i cannot ever compromise for anything less than i should and neither would i ever fall to the wonders of money.in the end-we make it,not that it makes us.

the real voyage of discovery consists not in making new landscapes,but in having a new vision.if someone insists i am the best,be it so because in the end it doesnt even matter.and most of them think he thinks he is a hero and be that so too because even that doesnt even matter.

in lieu of the black swan.

the black swan is a wonderful work gripping the interest all through the journey.in a very generous fashion,the writer keeps talking about anti-knowledge and after hurting every single principle of today,he humbly apologises.wow!

one very important aspecty of my life in these days of utter excitement has been an immense urge of quickly turning myself into an entrepreneur.i have the capital,am full of ideas and a lot of energy,all thats needed is a breakpoint where i could quickly shift from current scheme of things to the planned future i have in mind.as of now,i have to chose between a job and an mba and then a job.both the options are out of interest as far as my temparament to work is concerned.

more importantly,the basic ethical values i had suddenly seems to be transforming into a better approach,which might be little selfish,harsh and minutely wrong,but thats perfect for what i want to be.i learned it,i did that from an ex-girlfriend of mine.time to proceed.ciao.bye.

as i walk the lonely road,away from home i think that it is an obvious manifestation of the universe that brings me to this strange point of time where i find an obscure sense of humour pulsating through my nerves and gripping the feelings as if i was non-existent.falling back to the memories of past,it hurts badly.a guy and a girl have an equation of a typical wave kind where the dual nature of both has to be understood in an exact way to eventually result in a charismatic relationship.

someone asked me what is success to me,i was wordless,perhaps because the question was so complicated and i thought wow,what answer do i say.it would either take a whole volume of 1000 pages to describe how i think of that magical word or i could just say,its just abt being successful,look at shahrukh khan,bill gates,barack obama,warren buffet,countries like india,us..these are all what success is.may be,achieveing the dreams we make while we are awake,the plans we pile while being romantic,the charity we plan while feeling disgust at the grave social issues,all these when achieved would make anyone a success.

see ya.bye.:).