"The way the ball bounces.........."

Omkar Shetty - May 26, 2007 as calm and cool as ice...thats what i feel abt him....man of principles and dignity....he earns respect and loyalty frm all...i cant even think of a person who can say anythin bad abt him....... his knowledge impresses me too and well read...that is a plus point..u find very few of those these days.... all in all he is a gr8 friend and wish all the best for his bright future.... do well.... once in a while.... u can swear..it wont hurt ur inner cyst of humanity..... Rajiv Iyer - May 12, 2007 want to know what life is....... what a smile would do even in the worst of cases........... what friendship is........... what being a south indian is.......... what being a soul touched by the almighty is............ what entertainin others by makin fun of oneself is... you got to meet this guy..... rajiv iyer.....dont forget me once u reach US...................... P.K . - May 12, 2007 ok here is a look at a complex guy...... i dont know him for long but yeah t...

I recently stumbled upon my Orkut profile and had a wonderful time reading through the various testimonials. I wanted to share all of those here - some that i have written and some that was written for me(forcibly though).... Tarun Pawar - Aug 11, 2007 ..aha finally someone who is going to make it real big.......share cbse equation.......brilliant skill and knowledge........gr8 friend.......sensible drinking companion(except for once...do i have to say)..... guitarist.....vat 69......awesome passion and energy for music.....fellow aadat fanatic......be mech support squad member.........fights for friends..........gr8 money........ caring, trustworthy and very helpful........... mana bikhra hoon main abhi.....maine khwaab phiroye te......... teri saason mein ghum hoon abhi.......teri chahat adhuri hain............ god bless u...do well................ Prakash Iyer - Aug 11, 2007 tamil power of be mech...apna aana..................typical south indian..........man this man..has got so...

I have finally made peace with destiny for the time being at least. Just like a fast before most religious festivals, this solitary transformation definitely seems to be the norm. It has to happen to complete the circle of my fight against destiny. The other interesting fact seems to be the weather. The weather finds a good fit with my behavior. The winter seems to be the culprit and adds to my depression. The Spring calls for revival and the summer fills the atmosphere with ecstasy. The Fall shapes the mood and the winter sets the depression. Fortunately spring is around the corner and I am all set for a refreshing revival.

Bhoomiye snehicha devaanganayoru Poovinte janmam kothichu Oruvarumariyaathe vannuu Manniloru nishaagandhiyaay kaN thuRannu (Bhoomiye) SusmithayaayavaL ninnu Mooka nishpanda gandharva geethamuranjoru Shilpathin saundaryamaay vidarnnu Kaalam nimisha shalabhangaLaay Nrithalolam valam vechu ninnuu Nrithalolam valam vechu ninnuu (Bhoomiye) Pin nilaavittittu veeNu KannimaNNinaay aaro churanna naRum paali- Lengum karinizhal paambizhanju Snehichu theeraathoraathmaavinnuLkkada DaahavumaayavaL ninnuu.. DaahavumaayavaL ninnu (Bhoomiye)

Have to admit that after a real long time I shed tears today. The sheer memory struck a rhythm and the pathos flowed promptly. It neither gave me a reason nor a chance to question it. I don't really recall shedding tears off late. Something is changing. Is the world ending?

For all may curse and isolate this sinner, For all his actions attracts the cane, For all his words betray friendship, Only you may not set sail this route, If did, the end would be sooner than destiny.

Recently blessed by fate, I happened to listen to this spectacular composition. Not knowing anything about music, this song brought in emotions that I am still trying to name. The captured sparrows when let free comes out in the open. She senses danger, she sees destiny smiling back at her. Her anger is flammable now yet she seeks the path of the oasis in the barren desert. Her eyes searches for a touch of memory, but all faded, she cries. The tears of agony and pain within the boundless realms of believe is what makes this sorrow a perfect companion of the ever looming joy. The music leads through the path of the sparrow and that of the vision of the blind in the dark.

Falling prey to convenience, time for a change. A shift towards admitting complete surrender to the new master-technology. Having installed the app, makes it easier to post small thoughts. That I believe would be the absolute intent but just like anything in this life - there exists no constant, everything has to be relative. I will leave that to be decided in the hands of my maker. For now that's all. Time to sleep.