Blogging etc.

I hope everyone's enjoying their holidays.....

I don't know why in heaven's name I even started blogging, may be because soooo many of my friends like to blog and are pretty good writers (like me :), I just hope I'm not being deluding on this count ). Its kind of a funny idea. Like an online diary open to everyone but only some select people reading it because they know about it or come across it accidentally. Really wierd...private thoughts thrown out to the world in the annonimity of the World Wide Web sometimes hoping that you are unknown to the reader. This is I believe one of the very few things I did because almost everyone I was talking to has started it too. The first being dancing in the Navratri festival in school in the pouring rains of Mumbai!!!! Phew! that kicked up the mother of all rows back home. Thankfully, this 'seems' to have been tame enough to be accepted-as of yet.

Coming back to blogging....another thing is that you can write anything and I mean anything on it and get away with it. Maybe even describe your first (or next if you are a pro) murder and I think no one can stop you. Except maybe trace it back to you
but tracks can still be covered to make you untraceable. Imagine the comments might actually be improvements to the plan the writer never really thought of while planning written by innocent people just suggesting for the fun of it!! The writer would definitely be thanking the guy who invented blogging for his/her perfect crime. scary huh?

Just think what would have happened if Anne Frank's diary was actually a blog and not a diary!!!!! who do u think would have got to her first?? The gestapo or would Germany have been defeated or ostracized by then? would her blogging given enough reason for the war to have ended earlier with a greater offensive from the allied forces?

These days its the perfect propaganda tool for all those celebrities and actors to promote their movies not to mention their feuds! The only thing left is now blog wars that will be at least as bad as cat fights. But it does get them closer to the fans as fame and limelight grows more and more invading and demanding by the hour.

well enough with all the rambling....
I finally got a topic for my project with this company called Abstract Algos. I'm doing it on audio watermarking. Its an interesting topic and I'm learning about it now. If any of you reading this know about it please let me know. I would appreciate
it! Cant wait to start my trip to the char dham(i.e. Gangotri, Yamunotri, Kedarnath, Badrinath). Supposedly 14km treks are coming my way!! wow thats going to be fun except for the rains maybe and I really hope landslides don't become part of the itinerary! The guests keep on coming.... kind of like waves on the sea. My childhood friends came for a night over and ended up staying two days straight!! It was tons of fun and movies!! Must have seen about 10 movies in those three days....
The highlight so far has been that I finally managed to get straight A grades this semester in all the subjects yaaaaay!!!!!!!! And I went shopping for some new clothes and its only the first installment of shopping.
Well i better get back to my project(also i cant think of anything else to write) so signing off.......

I could kill

I could kill for a swimming pool right here,
The splash when I jump into it is all I want to hear.

I could kill to speed time to the semester's end,
Except that killing does not make space-time bend.

I could kill Life if I found that bitch,
But somehow my life I would rather not switch.

I could kill to just spend a quite holiday,
Oh yes, that would definitely make my day.

I could kill to enjoy the simple joys of life again,
And never let my life ever be mundane.

I could kill to reverse my mistakes by turning back time,
Even though none of them were what anyone would call a crime.

I could kill to save a country, a crowd ar even just a child,
What am I thinking, I must be out of my mind.

I could kill to be one with nature again,
I just hope there's time for that not to be in vain.

I could kill just to see the smile on my parents' face,
But after I kill wont it vanish into the haze?

I could kill for honour, truth and duty,
Is that how the jury too will see?

I could kill if that was the only way to save my life,
Self defense! It's all part of the strife.

I could kill for all these reasons and many more to go,
But would I really? I guess the answer is no.




Sooooo...this is my first poem n my first post in a loooooong time. Would really appreciate it if i cud get a feedback on this.....

A Walk to Remember......

There's a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the trees. The onslaught of the armies of clouds slowy drive away the defiant orange-red flames into the sea. There is silence all round( or as much of it you can get in a place holding about 3000 people). Far away a sleepy little town twinkles amidst shrouds of mist with the occasional eye of the lighthouse turning this way. The darkness beckons the lights and soon the hostels are lit up. Little islands of light in a sea of darkness(thanks to the transformer going kaput!).

It has been raining since about one in the afternoon and has just let up though not quite. Lightning still flashes across the skies proclaiming their presence even as the insects come out to sing their songs. A vehicle or two passes the gates and students return from their excursions of the day. The outside belies a calm which is completely reversed within the hostels. Most are busy at their computers playing, on the internet or studying, others are busy reading, listening to music, cleaning or just sleeping.

And I, I walk alone on the pathways, my ipod my only companion, eagerly drinking in the sights and smells of this gorgeous setting- an educational institution that could be easily mistaken for a holiday resort in the tourist haven, Goa. I stopped and took a moment to survey all I could see. Just beyond the buildings of the campus a river, majestic yet calm, flowed towards the sea seemingly unaffected by all that happened around it.

Right in front of my vision stood the imposing B-wing with its arms spread out wide daring to defy the authority of the clouds bearing down on the campus. In the fading light it looked like Kubla Khan's pleasure dome in Xanadu.The grass, green and inviting, refreshed after the showers seemed to have life within deterring me from trampling and killing it.

Soon voices and laughter wafted through the sweet smelling air and there came into view students in the most amazing hues(courtesy playing Holi that morning) as though they were trying to emulate the skies many hues on land. Night brought with it a starless moonless sky and one felt you could very well have plucked it out and kept some part of it if only one could have jumped a little higher. The uniform cloud cover looked to be trying to stifle the life out of us but was still far enough to look hauntingly beautiful.

The one thing that has been constant throughout the evening was a serene peace coming from deep within. Everyday cares, chores, relationships and routines belonged to another universe. It was as i was looking at a world that was mine yet wasn't so, an illusion of peace and beauty crossing the boundaries of time. A connection made by the soul to all that has been lost forever in the clutches of time, to greed, civilization and destruction.