The new place...the new frame...

So my dear folks, I have moved into the place where I'm going to carve supposedly 3 years of rest of my life. Delhi...yes the capital city of India. True to its title I could see a collage composed of every kind of people here. Also to mention the white and pink foriegners too. I don't know why the blacks are'nt interested in our country. May be they are fed up with the poverty and conditions of their own nation.
    The journey in the flight was not interesting as the previous one. I hoped something unusual will happen. Nothing happened. I loved the attendants' routine of explaining safety procedures. And I was'nt unkucky too. There were some hot chicks too including one of the hostess.
      Coming to the point, what inspired me to write this, is some thoughts that surged into my mind while I surfed through the nearby streets where I am staying. Its newyear time and the temperature undulates between 6 and 16°c. I walked through the streets looking for a place to have a perfect dinner. As I walked alone, the cold wind which i could feel on my cheeks left me a shiver of fear. I was in a different frame. I felt as if I'm in a movie. I felt my spirits burning...I could feel the soul of James Bond sailing through unknown but busy streets searching for a criminal or traitor ,at the same time equally cautious of the danger of being attacked, the soul of Jason Bourne, in search of truth of his genesis while trying to camoflage. I felt the tightness of the leather vest around my chest, the cold piece of iron pistol under my belt which was loaded and ready to use. My eyes were diving into the crowd for a familiar or suspicous mugshot face and at the same time scanning the reflections from mirrors, glasses , steel frames for anything or anyone who is planning to do some harm to me. People who hadnt the luxury of a warm room kept themselves live with fire from waste papers and plastics. Those flames were seen reflecting from the glassed walls of multistoried motels.
    I bought a pomegranate from a vendor and came back to my room. Put on the tv and had the red sweet pebbles. Waiting for the newyear.

Simple as that

There is nothing complex or complicated. Everything is simple. What makes it complex is our own thought process and inhibitions. When we think more and more about a thing it appears more and more complicated. Take it positively. Never swim away from something which is not antisocial thinking it is not the right wave for you to surf. Just rise,put your surfboard under your feet and enjoy your heart beats. Ya.....got it...'Enjoy your heart beats' I dont think there is another statement to explain how to enjoy life every second.

Stop whining and get myself together in a piece

Since the time  I have finished my house surgeoncy aka 'the best times ever' it was like all gloomy and blurred. I think its time to keep our spirits high, stop looking back and move on.. We are all young and got a long life ahead... Seriously I dont think world will end tomorrow. Its not the end of anything... Its just a phase of transition. Pick all the pieces of your shattered heart and stick it together with super glue. Well Im going to rock the next year. Miss you all, my dear goan babes. Still I'll manage to have a surprise visit to you. After all, Goa is still in India, right? My secret wish which I ask to Santa this year is to somehow make gunda and joe end up in Delhi.

Its again that time of year

It has been an year since I posted anything. This year was the one which needed maximum contribution from my part to my studies. I have never been so concerned about studies after my pre ug entrance. Anyway I had made through. Thank God for terminating my hardship and uncertainity about future a little earlier than I expected.
Its december, that part of year in which i get flooded with tons of emotions and feelings. Wild wind storming inside and ouside. Leaves falling from trees and loved ones moving away from life. Even though I cleared the entrance and acquired a seat of my choice in a reputed institution, I cannot feel that inner peace, that calmness I felt when I cleared my pre ug entrance. That time I could see the seismograph of my heart recording a clear straight line... At that time I was all fresh. I was not attached to anything or anybody so intensely as of now.
      Seven years have passed after that. A climacteric of a mans life. Lot of people entered my life in this long period. I was gradually growing out of my shell. Lot of them amused me, many left without leaving a mark, many left their marks, and a few , I cannot let them leave.