Trying to bend time space continuum...

You know, its one of those times, when u are constantly hoping for something to happen fast. One faces great difficulty in blogging when there's nothing happening around, but still, this seems to be atleast some sort of recreation for me at the moment. Im gonna briefly share a couple of incidents that took place, and a couple of thoughts that ran through my head. So,here goes.


I landed in Pune city, on the 6th of may, optimistic of making these holidays memorable in some way. Hoping that i would make this vacation count in a useful way after not staying back in IIT like my peers did, undertaking various projects. Hey, if nothing, i thought that hanging out with a bunch of friends, 'spending quality time with family', and escaping the erstwhile horrid chennai climate would serve to cheer me up.Turned out to be the exact opposite. My bunch of friends, were , apparently glued to their books gearing up hard for their exams, 'quality time with family' was spent watching, what was quite literally a ship wreck, of a mother daughter relationship, 2 people indulging in a chain of endless verbal fights; the weather of Pune slightly hotter than chennai, and its raining like cats and dogs in chennai.


So, a couple of days into the vacation, and i find myself in a spot where death in the hands of boredom, seems inevitable. Right then, the T20 comes to my rescue, or so i thought. Also a couple of friends were relatively relieved from their exam preparations, who occasionally came to my help. So, T20 it is, every fan is glued to his idiot box, harouring hopes for the injury striken, out-of-form, ipl returned indian cricket team. For one thing, i was positive that this team wouldn't make it to the semis, and turned out perfectly. I have some how taken an intense animosity to the indian cricket team of late, which only grew after Dhoni's childish excuses during yet another post-WC-debacle press conference.The Indian team has put on excessive weight, coach says he's fitter than most players in the team, they mess around with a couple of NRI gals in a late night bar, all this though disgusting, kept me glued to my TV set.


Then, all of a sudden, the 'Tehelka' emerge from no where with a video taped evidence against pramod muthalik. The man is causing serious damage to an other wise rare first name. That makes him really dispecable. So thus the WC ends, and my miseries begin. I had exhausted all the material i had downloaded from the institute LAN. Normally, under such situations, u turn to facebook, but that too seemed to get boring.


So now im left all by my self, to fight boredom. Since a couple of days, ive been out all the day. I get out of the house without purpose, hoping to meet someone, see something, do something. They say time flies fast when u are enjoying it. Also on the other hand, id like to say that it kills like none else, and goes so slow that you almost feel like you are making a journey to eternity, the infinity, the ultimate bound of the universe. Something has to happen, and soon otherwise, i might just create a time machine, and attempt to traverse through time.

A tribute to the best rock band of all times..

I know im no poet. but this is something that came out right from the bottom of my heart..(amidst all the boredom during a physics class:P)
So here goes:

I listen to so many artists, patiently but yet,
always wonder how close, to the Beatles they can get..
Bands are made and then they fade, but none had such a spree
Its been a while, since Judy's cried, since 1970..

My Heart cries out, and so aloud..
why did they have to split..
well, what d'you know, a woman's toe..
could make old Johny quit..

'Hey Jude' they sang, 'i wanna hold your hand'..
'While my guitar gently weeps'..
Georgy looked the floor and saw,
It surely 'needs a sweep'..

'Penny lane' they went, 'Abbey road' they walked..
John, Paul, Georgy, Ringo, always rocked.
If soul is bread, the music's butter,
And with the Beatles it never cud get better..

But, what followed was as fate pleased..
As Georgy, John Rest In Peace,
But in my heart there still is a place..
where John sings,Paul's words fill the space..
I listen to so many artists, so patiently but yet..
I listen to so many artists ,so patiently but yet...

Dedicated to the beatles, (and Boredom, the step mother of invention)