i was listening to this song by green day...
"Wake me up when September ends...".... and suddenly i realized how...it suited my position.....
Days are really hard to pass by...
The clock.....
It began to stare at me... as i did the same... it refuses to move.... (move fast)...
I wonder how funny it is... It doesn't move when we want it to... looks like it is slower than the
snail....
and when we want time to be on our side... the clock literally changes by the second
as i wait here...on the other side of the court... where the grass is dry and sick...
for october to come... when i will start a new life....
that's why i want to sleep.... sleep long.... and if somebody wants to wake me up....
wake me up when september ends......
Monday, August 6, 2007
Thursday, August 2, 2007
nostalgia
playing fifa 07 on my pc for long hours... have affected my eyes.... and i had to take rest to soothe my eyes... so jus when i was relaxing on my couch... today in the morning... i remembered a funny
incident that happened during our last semester in the college....
venue: civil seminar hall, NIT warangal.
date: dont even remember!!! after having such a goddamn long vacation..... (may be in feb 2007)
It was macho's class ( our lecturer... ) and we, me and ...muddu (my partner in the classroom pranks) were chatting with our front bench, side bench friends, as usual... and mr. macho was busy giving his vague fundae to the class...( i mean the first benchers...bcos they are the ones who listened to his boring class).....and macho observed us doing so....
even we did observe him looking at us.. but we cared a damn... we went on disturbing everybody around.... and suddenly he shouted at somebody in the middle benches and asked him to leave the class immediately....
Macho was so frustrated on us.... but he could not vent his anger on us... bcos we ( me and muddu) were kinda.... his fav students...
so eventually some middle bench bakra... had to pay the price for us... felt really sorry for him....
it was really hillarious......
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and now as i open my eyes... i feel sad ...'coz ..... those days are past... and will never come back.... everybody jus says that ... life has to move on... so easily....
but deep down... every body misses those days... every single folk... knows that those days wont be back again...
only thing one can do... is to recollect memories and feel better....
I still cant feel better.... after putting down in words... my feelings... my memories...
I am still nostalgic..............
incident that happened during our last semester in the college....
venue: civil seminar hall, NIT warangal.
date: dont even remember!!! after having such a goddamn long vacation..... (may be in feb 2007)
It was macho's class ( our lecturer... ) and we, me and ...muddu (my partner in the classroom pranks) were chatting with our front bench, side bench friends, as usual... and mr. macho was busy giving his vague fundae to the class...( i mean the first benchers...bcos they are the ones who listened to his boring class).....and macho observed us doing so....
even we did observe him looking at us.. but we cared a damn... we went on disturbing everybody around.... and suddenly he shouted at somebody in the middle benches and asked him to leave the class immediately....
Macho was so frustrated on us.... but he could not vent his anger on us... bcos we ( me and muddu) were kinda.... his fav students...
so eventually some middle bench bakra... had to pay the price for us... felt really sorry for him....
it was really hillarious......
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.
.
.
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and now as i open my eyes... i feel sad ...'coz ..... those days are past... and will never come back.... everybody jus says that ... life has to move on... so easily....
but deep down... every body misses those days... every single folk... knows that those days wont be back again...
only thing one can do... is to recollect memories and feel better....
I still cant feel better.... after putting down in words... my feelings... my memories...
I am still nostalgic..............
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
apologies.....
in the below...posted blog... i mistook the appearance of jelly beans on the crease.... i thought that jelly beans were thrown on zaheer....
it hardly matters bcoz... zaheer was spurred because.. of the appearance of jelly beans.... and moreover.... india won... so who cares.... :)
it hardly matters bcoz... zaheer was spurred because.. of the appearance of jelly beans.... and moreover.... india won... so who cares.... :)
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
jelly beans on zaheer...??? (england's way of sledging!!!)
it was a funny event...that happened in the last test against england.....
zaheer came to bat at some 400 odd for 6 in the first innings.... and he was attacked by jelly beans....
jelly beans... huh??.... did they get no better item than that..poor chaps...
he din mind though....when it first hit him... but they were coming again... ( no one knew from where)...
zaheer...who is usually known for his short temper in the dressing room had to have a nice little chat (:P) with peitersen and alisatiar cook.... on the ground... who might have been the pranksters
thank the english... may be because of this foolish behaviour... did... zaheer charge... and hit the nails to the english coffin.....
thank you.... england...... kudos ..... zaheer... kudos india.... (we won!!!!)
zaheer came to bat at some 400 odd for 6 in the first innings.... and he was attacked by jelly beans....
jelly beans... huh??.... did they get no better item than that..poor chaps...
he din mind though....when it first hit him... but they were coming again... ( no one knew from where)...
zaheer...who is usually known for his short temper in the dressing room had to have a nice little chat (:P) with peitersen and alisatiar cook.... on the ground... who might have been the pranksters
thank the english... may be because of this foolish behaviour... did... zaheer charge... and hit the nails to the english coffin.....
thank you.... england...... kudos ..... zaheer... kudos india.... (we won!!!!)
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
VACATION SUX... BIG TIME...
date: april 26th 2007....
venue: NIT warangal.
This day happens to be one of the dates i will remember ....
the day when i completed the so called last examination in undergraduate level.....
four years of hardship ....err.... four years of time pass....in the college...which had..
the worst part was that i was a day scholar..... and when vacation came... every body left for their home.... and i was left all alone.....
few friends who were left in this place fled to their destination..... par mera number nahi aaya....
i had to wait.... and i have been waiting since then..... since april 26th.... till date..... and the wait will go on.... till ..... cotober 8th.... when i finally will reach my destination.....
mummy.... mera number kab aayega.....
no wonder i am getting bored.... now i am finding new ways to kill time.... and thats how i started blogging.... to end my sagging boredom....
venue: NIT warangal.
This day happens to be one of the dates i will remember ....
the day when i completed the so called last examination in undergraduate level.....
four years of hardship ....err.... four years of time pass....in the college...which had..
- assignments... which were always copied from the topper
- long boring classes .... which we seldom attended... and even if we did... spent time talking to the front bench friends... or day-dreaming.....
- exams .... one-day batting hardly for 6 hrs/exam .....
- parties and fun... which never ended.....
the worst part was that i was a day scholar..... and when vacation came... every body left for their home.... and i was left all alone.....
few friends who were left in this place fled to their destination..... par mera number nahi aaya....
i had to wait.... and i have been waiting since then..... since april 26th.... till date..... and the wait will go on.... till ..... cotober 8th.... when i finally will reach my destination.....
mummy.... mera number kab aayega.....
no wonder i am getting bored.... now i am finding new ways to kill time.... and thats how i started blogging.... to end my sagging boredom....
Sunday, July 15, 2007
"CAT"harsis
Some times its pretty odd... when people have to do things again and again....
i know how it feels to be there.. like some one or some team has reached the semifinal of a
tournament without a defeat and have lost in the final by big margin...
like getting out at 99 in a cricket macth... and starting all over to get another ton...
like a goal keeper getting all clean sheets till the semi final and giving away 10 goals in the final
match ( then the commentators would say.. " if he was a bank.. it wud be closed by now.. the savings he is offering are terrible...")
like receiving kudos ... all time and then eventually ending up no where..... people dont like to talk about them.. they become history in a matter of days...
and its all over..
For them the toughest thing is to start over all again...
Been there ... done that... some one here knows how it is.... and i pity all those poor souls ... who are alike... unknown...unsaid... all over the world... feeling restless... feeling down all the time... unable to express their feelings to people...
After the defeat....people just can say that.... they should undergo the "'CAT'HARSIS" or the "purgation" ......
I am just on the verge of doing that.....
starting all over again...
i know how it feels to be there.. like some one or some team has reached the semifinal of a
tournament without a defeat and have lost in the final by big margin...
like getting out at 99 in a cricket macth... and starting all over to get another ton...
like a goal keeper getting all clean sheets till the semi final and giving away 10 goals in the final
match ( then the commentators would say.. " if he was a bank.. it wud be closed by now.. the savings he is offering are terrible...")
like receiving kudos ... all time and then eventually ending up no where..... people dont like to talk about them.. they become history in a matter of days...
and its all over..
For them the toughest thing is to start over all again...
Been there ... done that... some one here knows how it is.... and i pity all those poor souls ... who are alike... unknown...unsaid... all over the world... feeling restless... feeling down all the time... unable to express their feelings to people...
After the defeat....people just can say that.... they should undergo the "'CAT'HARSIS" or the "purgation" ......
I am just on the verge of doing that.....
starting all over again...
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
the much awaited....
probably a bad day for all those people..... who would have made a fortune betting, of who would win the fierce battle between the arch rivals... india and pakistan......
.....and even worse for those home fans who made lame excuses at their offices to go all the way to ireland to watch the match.... rain god wasn't very generous on them... ( all they can do is to get satisfied by having a nice tour of england and ireland )....
My daily routine became even more monotonous because of that..... all day long i was playing fifa'07... helping my arsenal manager get kudos....( and i can't stop winning.. :) )
.....and even worse for those home fans who made lame excuses at their offices to go all the way to ireland to watch the match.... rain god wasn't very generous on them... ( all they can do is to get satisfied by having a nice tour of england and ireland )....
My daily routine became even more monotonous because of that..... all day long i was playing fifa'07... helping my arsenal manager get kudos....( and i can't stop winning.. :) )
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