My buddy is moving

Change is inevitable , nothings permanent other than change. Sometimes change is
pleasant and others make you sad. Some changes are so sudden that they surprise you.
A few changes just bring mixed reactions. Like getting to know of the news that a
friend who you took for obvious will no longer be there. A guy who's irritating sessions
will be missing is a thing to be happy about. But a part of you is hurt knowing
that the buddy who was opposite your room and was always there for you, whether
it was for advice or cash or a lame joke. Bottom line, change is about letting
go and moving on. But memories arent to be forgotten. Ill never forget the walks
back to hostel from forever(a bar :D) , we used to have more than often.
and a so many other moments we shared.

here are my apologies and thanks to you

For all the million times we fought and i acted cocky with you iam sorry

For all the bitching i did about you in first year iam sorry

Thanks a ton for all the cash you gave me which went unreturned ;)

Thanks for 2nd sem maths i still owe you for that



I wish you didnt have to move out from the hostel :(

Miss you Kiran my Bro.

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My B.E.ing

From far away down the line
I could hear some one whine
As the noise grew heavy
I knew it was something to worry

I had snoozed my alarm twice already
I was late and i had to hurry
Brushed my teeth on my way
like usual began yet another day

Already waiting there was the master
Remarked next time No Register
Hence i entered a world like hell
only to wake up by the ringing bell

Soon came the Twilight,Accounting
for what was the highlight
Yet another day was spent like a pawn
Why to worry soon a new day will dawn

Yes i can and yes i will
are only words
i know this aint my best
but,who wants to work when you can rest

It was back in 5th standard that i realized science was my thing to do. May be because one the teachers called me the scientist of the class. It was a thing of pride for me back then, although i didnt know what it meant i liked people calling me that. Then came the Horde of the Opting for Science in PU college. Although i didnt have much of an idea i blindly followed coz most of my friends did. Then 2 years later yet another decision was thrust upon. I was made to believe pointers and include statements where the thing meant for me. I really thought that way for quite some time. Now after 2 and half years down the line looking back and thinking of what lies ahead i can only imagine a void. A nothingness surrounded by laziness and frustrations. The outside world scares me. Even the best have given up among the bulls and bears, iam just another normal guy. Some may say its too early to think about it. But at the slow pace iam heading i have lot of catching up to do with time.

P.S:My recent addiction is xkcd, which inspired me to do the comic/whatever u want to call it :)

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My Redemption

His breath propagated stink,there was filth inside him. Monster waiting to unleash.

Never was he like this. He lived like a prince once. Bestowed upon
himself , whom he called friends.

Then an angel appeared, with not pity in her eyes but care.

A healing touch freed him from his sins.

was he worth it?

This is my first attempt at 55 fiction and iam not exactly sure of the rules.Although it might not make sense, its special to me :) .

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My Amino acids

Food is probably the only thing which all of us can relate to nostalgically.whom iam i kidding?almost everyone loves eating.But then a very few take it to the extremes and consider it a religion. And a fraction of them follow the Philosophy of "live to eat" rather than "eat to live".i feel no shame to say "yes, iam one of the rare few".Eating is the only thing i remember excelling in from my childhood days.A bean bag(read:huge tummy) is what i fancy from my hogging habits.Luckily my mom has a passion,that perfectly suits my needs.The greatest cook in the world and the greatest hogger in the world is the best combination aint it?.Tripping on the flavors of her cooking is an regular addiction to me.Over the years i have never seen her enjoy what she has cooked,but rather feel happy seeing me enjoy it.Being a vegetarian she cooks the best non vegetarian food without even tasting it.It was a time when i enjoyed her cooking and she enjoyed cooking for me.And when you just thought it was one more of the bollywood flick of happily ever after.There enters the villain.And the villain in this story is apparently the cook of the hostel i live in.The very definition of food is tampered by him.Give him something edible and the he by his grace will turn it into something un-edible.skipping breakfast,lunch and dinner by a guy who used to eat every hour is a little sad.Tripping on the flavors is merely turned out into a struggle(yes thats what eating for me has become) for survival.

Nevertheless there is still hope,a dream of some day escaping from this world and turning into a cook\travel show host.getting lost in the world enchanted in it pleasures.Sipping on quality wine and hogging on Meat delicacies from around the world.

But life is surely is ironical thinking about all the good stuff has sure made me hungry and the realization that a session of torture awaits me.So iam off until next time adios.

P.S:inspired by Tony Bourdain: No Reservations.

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My self discovery(s)

Lifes a journey, a journey of discovering who you really. A never ending search of the so called "truth of life". The journey takes us places makes us happy, sad and a million other emotions. At the end of it all lies the realization,all my life what i have tried being is some one else.All the things i liked was partly just because some one else liked it.The thing i forgot was all in the struggle to be Tom Dick and Harry, the person who was forgotten was "ME". To all my effort all i had become was ME not some one else.
As for the journey,its a struggle between you vs rest of the world.If any one who would win or lose,it is you no one else.i dont know whether evolution is true or not,but one thing Darwin was right."Survival of the fittest" Only a few are good enough and the rest fade away.
All the time spent on impressing every one is just a waste of a time.What really matters is accounting for your self.In a selfish world all it matters is about being selfish.

P.S(a list of them actually): This is too philosophical even for me,so please bear with me
ii)over the course of time a few people have been honest followers to my blog rest dont care.
i will no longer ask people to "Read my blog".just a line for u ppl "what has two thumbs and doesnt give a crap?"
iii)*phew* i need a template change without losing my blog role any suggestionsu?

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Nitte bloggers meet Part I

Nitte bloggers meet is up in progress so here is how the preparations are going on

please note this is made just for the fun of it dont take it seriously amoeba one and two are non bloggers


(St)dud Me(Yo iam getting comments on my blog, iam "The DUDE"):"Lets have a blog meet"

honesty speaks(nice idea he really thinks well):"ok man, lets have an unofficial meeting to decide it first"

Yearly Apps(Iam "The Blogger"):Bloggers meet coming up in Nitte. Eventhough there aint many of them :-P

igot no time life(time time time):really?who all are there?

Frozen brain(finally brain melted):"dude iam going insane i gave lecture to my classmates.They wanna blog,two are for sure other one said will think."(lucky they din commit suicide)

have a coffee and cold(blogging is for suckers thts why i quit):*dumb faced*

class room next door(internals are near man):"whatever man after internals"

bloggers meet or not i dont care(i love facebook):"who sang chigi wigi"

ameoba1(blog=money?):"when will i start earning?"

ameoba2(these people are nuts bunk classes?):"dude whts the use man,ill lose attendance"



and this to all the people who think the bloggers meet wont be an event at the combination of my idea, Viggis determination and Narendras hypertension is an unbeatable combination

watch out for the next part and also the bloggers meet :)

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My Nostalgia

Life is real? or
just another mirage?

Is there child in every one or
are we all children
Is the Earth rotating fast or
did we just beat it?

The time when we where carefree
will it ever return?
The battle of survival
will it ever end?

Will growing up mean to lose
all the things you loved and cared?
will those days be back or
will it just be a memory?

A dedication to Shreyus, Ajay, Yousuf , Prashanth(not a Vagite but my dear friend) ,many more from Vagashram and those good old days

It funny actually how i still remember those days as if it where yesterday. A place called Vag Ashram(Vag=tiger in konkani),named after the lecturer there Vag Sir,a tution the heart of Carstreet, Mangalores prime location.It was a time when all we cared for was coffee at taj(TajMahal fav hangout spot for vagites) and a game of dota at TigerDen(td a cyber in carstreet),and all that we feared was the Tiger himself.For all we knew we had everything to gain and nothing to lose and the feeling that these days would never end.
Fast forward two and half years into the future all that is left is a few pics,a awesome video(thanks Ajay),a CET rank ,a college seat and loads of memory.

Lifes all about Moving on,finding new pastures and conquering new lands, Nitte definetly has been a joyus ride new friends, new hobbies and new challenges. With things in the fast lane all you ask for is a day , a day when we where the rulers of the world.Back then, every Sunday each one us of would be present at Vags without fail.But in the past 2 and half years not even once, a time has come when we all where together(i mean each and every one).All that i want now is a hour together in the middle room of Vags , a coffee(funny i never had coffee there in those days) and Mushroom masala in Taj and a 20Rs prepaid game in TD.

Taj has been shifted from carstreet due to lease issues and Td is closed for good due to some reason

Once upon a time we had it all we where unstoppable and finally we did get stopped

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