The Driving Force

I flew back in time and I came across myself flying forward in time. I could hardly make an eye-contact with that person..such was the conviction of that young boy, such is the emptiness of this grown up man..

..the older me was totally blown away. Notwithstanding the hurt of this degradation I asked him.."hey, how are we different ?"

..seeing the hopeless old me, the young me wrote something on a piece of paper, folded it, gave it to me and said: "Have a look at it when you finish this journey"

...After the utopic adventure was over, I curiously unwrapped the piece of paper.

All it said was: "I Fly Forwards".

-Harry

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Bengali Market on the Copernicus Marg is named after Bengali Sweet Shop there. We Stopped by

at that place today while returning from office. There were four of us 'AltoBots' as Harmeet terms us five. Harmeet wasnt with us today.

We ordered tea, chowmin, moong ka halwa and Dosa. I was a little low today so I was trying to entertain myself by acting a little crazy. I showed the Altobots how a little kid would eat the Sambhar. I filled the spoon with sambhar and kept dropping it little by little while I took it into my mouth. This littered the table and entertained only me :) . Then we had Gol Gappes. Then we headed to Costa Coffee and had two flavours of cold coffee.

This was all we did at Bengali Market following which we headed home.

Extempore

if i dont have to think while chatting why is it that i have to think so much before writing a blog. it is because when i am chatting the other person also contributes and this helps alot since i can get hints to carry on the conversation. when writing a blog you have to think of the topic, think of people who will be reading it, and many other things. anyway i was getting bored so i thought if i can churn out thoughts non stop while chatting why cant i do so in a blog. so this is kindof nonstop extempore writing which i am doing today. today my end term exams started and first paper was AI. when some EEE guy asks me which paper you had today, i would say Artificial Intelligence. gives a sense of eliteness..lawl...anyways. the paper was normal...some facts and some fattes(fatte = giving your heart a sense that yes i have done something in the question, but in essence it is crap you have written..nonetheless its GGIPU)..i again got to sit in front most desk..i always get such seats where there is no chance of cheating..but yea today the invigilator was very dont care types..so i got a few chances to exchange thoughts during the paper..yea one thing that just came to mind was the cat fight that happened when we were having last minute preparations before the exam....it was kind of a deadlock where both girls had clutched the hair of other and were pulling..one girl was looking particulary strong and was vociferous also..nevertheless the fight was transient..but we enjoyed our bit..after the exam got over kunal dropped me and sush home (ty)..then we went to McDonald's at kashmere gate..ordered our stuff and sat and ate..after some time McD was all full of BVP or other IP students who were just out of the exam..after some more whiling we returned to our places..came home silver was waiting and i took him for a walk..he has this habit of picking garbage while on a walk, so i decided to somehow teach him not to do so...so whenever he used to pick something i tied him to some nearby tree and left him there and started to walk away...finding himself lonely he would cry and let go of the thing he had picked...anyways..after this i sat on pc..chrome opens last open pages..and that was facebook..some notifications there and some spam on gmail..and then nothing to do..so typed this..like it or not.cheers :)

Aftermath

the sun is down.
Although the heat is gone
but darkness prevails

-harry

On Commitment

Did he say anything?

No

Why??

He wasn't sure

Didn't she say anything?

No

and reason for that?

She wasn't sure

How did it end?

She moved on, he got insomniac

-harry

Two Slugs and a Google Talk

harsh: soup?

sush: hi traitor

harsh: hi prez

soup prez?

sush: hmmm project hi ker re hain

ab eating

harsh: okay

wana chase

?

sush: chasE?

harsh: yea chase.

yahoo chase

sush: no

eatin

plus

workin

plus songs

harsh: 1 more plus?

sush: no

harsh: u always say no to me!!

sush: yea

m da prez

harsh: okay prez..do good with ua company..i quit

sush: ok

u were a burden anyways

harsh: and u wer a shitty prez

sush: guards ! throw him out

harsh: "u my fren,the guard...i am sure u aint got the courage to follow the shitty dictates of this fuhrer

i will help myself

sush: yea get out then

harsh: i wont leave without one last fart...cherish this as a memeto dear prez

sush: ty

guard get a room spray

harsh: guards ran away

now u n me

one on one

sush: then i ll spray it myself

harsh: adios!

An Excerpt

Here's an Extract from Khushwant Singh's 'Train to Pakistan'.

Context: A Village inhabited by Sikhs and Muslims on the Indian side of Indo-Pak border faces the misfortune of partition. Muslims have to go. The feeling of losing one's property and going to an entirely new land, brings tears to both communities.

Here it goes..

Not Forever does the Bulbul sing

In balmy shades of bowers,

Not Forever lasts the spring

Nor ever blossom flowers.

Not Forever reigneth joy,

Sets the sun on days of bliss,

Friendships not forever last,

They know not life,who know not this.