searching for a better thing to do while i while away my time in the hope of an all-out night out, i start blogging. but since i'ev got no topic in mind, and too lazy to do any thinking, here's a list off the top of my mind...

some things i like:

words like pleonasm (don't confuse with neoplasm) and adventitious
that i come across in friends' blogs (which incidentally make me look up dictionaries)
Amul ka Rs.5 wala chaas packet.
jeans, faded or torn by natural usage, not artificially altered.
recieving calls from long-lost friends, especially female.
wind blowing in my face, like right now, where i'm sitting beside a window.
raj's pc, coz there's always something interesting.
my roomy's attitude toward life.
frogs croaking and crickets chirping under a full moon lit night.
MD PC and his antics, especially on tours :D.
Volvo buses and reclining seats.
cute chicks in pink and blue furry lingerie.
nightly walks on lonely roads, especially with ones whom i can talk freely.
a dinner wholly on chawal and homemade achar.
my friends and my batchmates, their quirkinesses and solidarity.
keyboards that have non-sticky keys and heavy bases (like andy has right now).
not having to switch off the lights when other ppl are sleeping in the room.

things i don't like:

getting up early in the morning to attend shitty GRE classes, taken by Neeru, especially if its AWA.
loud music from movva's room, especially when i'm trying to sleep.
lalla trying to throw his weight around.
ppl who have reservations against me watching naruto manga.
security guards who force you to quit lab, even if it's before closing time.
having to sms out-stationed friends, rather than call, since they are on roaming.
ppl who say they will reply but never do, to your mails.
me.
videos and movies trying to pass off uncensored material as "demanding by the plot" rather than accepting it's pure porno sleaze.
misunderstandings, especially the ones caused because i really can't articulate my thoughts and feelings.
having to be a parasite on other's comps, coz i don't have the face to ask my parents buy me one.
excessive usage of first person reflexive pronouns (i, me, my, ..) in my writings.
that urge to have a puff whenever i see ppl smoking.


cya guys.

I can still feel you, o Wind
The fleeting glances
The nightly sojourns
from a caring touch
to a loving embrace

I can still see you, o Wind
rushing past, looking back
filling me up to let me dry
lolling around in the gardens
flying around the whole world

I can still recall, o Wind
those private moments
from atop the hills of Vizag
to the jain temples of Abu
moments that i cherish even now

I do remember you, o Wind
at times so angry
to knock me down
at times so willing
to hold me up

under different skies, i met You
dawn-fresh red and lazy noon white
young nightly black and cool evenin'blue
in the grounds of a Ba'hai temple
and again in the resorts at Munnar

But do I know you, o Wind
do you really see me?
faceless yet facing me
pointless yet pointing away from me
what is thy will, o heavenly Wind?