Yesternight, I was talking to someone interesting...after a long long while....and it was 00:00 hrs...and suddenly I had the strongest urge to run out of doors and start walking on the road.

That someone totally freaked out when I mentioned what I was doing!!!

It was kind of fun....

I am a Love-Machine Cat!!!

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of exams and new roommates...

I messed up my exams...the last two...to be precise...and I have a new roommate.

Nice bloke...the roommate guy ie, only this is perhaps the first time he's out of nest...and he seems extremely scared of me...how and why I have no clue. But at times this whole thing gets to me...I refuse to believe that I'm that intimidating by nature...I try to be nice...

Well...that's about it...need to get out of the 'I screwed my exam' mode soon...

ciao people!

new job...new assignments...

So far so good!

That's what I said when most of my friends asked me how the whole new job thing was working out....so far so good indeed...got through this strange english proficiency test...and was fortunate enough to get into the top bracket!!!

Unfortunately enough we who got through into that had to go through reviewing 'self-help' books today and we are supposed to submit a review tomorrow.

I never thought I'd read a self-help book ever; and now this!

And there's something extremely strange about this campus...they guys in here all seem to have some fascination for the pink colour....the other day I and a friend were sitting and chatting and in a span of about 20-25 minutes, we spotted at the least 70-75 guys wearing pink shirts and pink T-shirts!

Is it just me or is the planet going nuts???

I need to go through that self-help book now!!!

Sheesh...

Mysore....Mahisur

I am now in mysore...or shall I say Mahisur? The capital of Tippu Sultan...near the historical Shrirangapatnam....and there's magic in this place.

Yesterday...saturday....I went out with my coleagues/friends to the city and went to this palace museum called Jeganmohan Palace and I was stunned by the Painting collection....certain things defy expression....that did.....perhaps because its been quite a while since I've been in the company of something so marvellous....

And then gradually the flaws began to take their toll....bad maintenance....tourists(?) vandalizing the walls and the picture frames....I possibly could have killed a couple of them that day...

If you cannot respect or admire something....please at least show some trace of civillization in yourself and leave them alone for people who admire them...please...

but this perhaps has not much to do with appreciating 'art' as it is about having a good time outing with your 'friends and pals'.....ogling at females and howling about....

and the funniest thing is that my Mom keeps telling I'm too unsocial and that I should try and improve!

This society and this civillization.....I think I'm happy being myself!

Oh! And if you think you can appreciate a work of art...do visit the museum....and stand in front of the 'Glow of Hope' in the museum....its a watercolour and I haven't seen many which are better. The museum also boasts of a self portrait by Rembrandt and quite a few Ravi Vermas.

Everything's eventual all right!

YIPPIE!!!

I got a new job...in a new field and even got my joining date....possibly shall go home for another bout of vacation...

And I eventually managed to confess my love to someone...and was surprised that it was not that huge a deal anyway.....

We create too much fuss over words at times....

As I was strolling by the beach in Pondicherry, I came across this sign board -- 'DO NOT SWIM' it said. DO NOT SWIM indeed. The sea here is not the lake meant for swimming, and the beach is rocky. It's not smooth here. It's not safe. And yet, DO NOT SWIM. Do not swim coz we cannot protect you. Do not swim even though the only water you'll swim in perhaps shall be the shallow swimming pool with its civilized stench of chlorine and ozone. Do not swim even though that's the only thing you really want to. Your desire can possibly not be more important than your safety! My mother, usually rational, believes my horoscope that says I shall possibly die of water; and she's scared for me and cannot understand the fascination I have for the sea. I believe that part of my horoscope too. And I still cannot fathom the fascination i have for the sea -- the wild untamed sea. And I'd like to die in the sea. What could possibly be a better way to write 'finis'? And as I walked the slippery rocks next to the sea in Pondicherry at night, as the waves lashed against them in frustrated wrath spraying me with the salt spume...the urge to give in and jump into the sea was immense. Immense... The urge to kill one's self, suicide, is not glamorous. It is cowardice. But I always had that urge in me. I still do. And the fight between the will to live and the lure of giving in to the urge has often left me exhausted. Extremely exhausted. It's rather funny as I love every moment of being alive. I love being myself. I love the life I lead. And somehow I understand that the urge to kill myself is not about my life. It's the eternal suicidal lust of being in control. Even funnier coz I am rather in control. To the real, rational world, the future holds many promises. But once in a while, while jumping on the rocks by the Pondicherry beach, the line between reality and fantasy gets blurred; death becomes more mesmerizing than menacing; and the end seems to gold more promises of beginning than the future. But for the eternal rebel in me, I'd have jumped in and not swam. But I will not conform to the instructions of someone telling me not to swim! So I get off the rocks, and walk back to my date who's talking over the cellular. We hold hands and walk away. I try hard not to look back.