From the eyes of an outsider

When you feel like,
All your strength has gone.
But your reasonin' says,
You must still carry on.

When no one's close enough,
to kiss the tears off your eyes.
You can take it, you can face it,
After all guys don't cry.

There's no miracle,
No magic carpet.
You must stand,
Back on your feet.

Your dreams are,
A touch away.
And you are tired of,
This worldly deceit.

After all was lost,
You were left on your own.
Remained a burnin' scar,
Never to be shown.

Won the hearts of many,
Pages of past torn.
Yet at the corner of your world,
You stand alone.

Lookin' from the eyes of an outsider,
I see the world hustlin' by you.
Darin' to unbelong, carryin' just,
the faded memories and the sky, insanely blue.

God bless him!

Jesus holy christ. "You know my roll no.??????"

"Yes, I had called up Sridhar to find it, its 8xxxxx isn't it?"

What the hell "You even remember it?"

"I've already tried findin' it out half a dozen times, don't worry I'll not give it to anyone."

I said goodbye and left, I shouldn't have been surprised he found it out if not from me, one thing I've learnt is to find a way, instead of dwellin' to the problem, get a goddamn solution. He called up the fancy princy to get it, knowin' well that I was reluctant, and wouldn't be givin' it. He knows that academics is somethin' I'm always reluctant to discuss, and maybe considered my weak point, not many over there except to hoarse attitude I've for love and shit like that (there you see how hoarse it is).

He's my uncle, maternal one, who is the relatively the person I like the most in my family. Also, the person the livin' person, I admire the most. Not often he was the one of which I'm the result what I'm now, directly of indirectly, and his home is the most I feel like my home, relatively again.

This post is dedicated to him.

Over years, I've heard from him, and heeded to a hell lotta stuff, even when I pretend that I don't. I just don't like admittin' it probably that I'm receptive to his suggestions, for people who know me, know, I'm usually not. He's the most practical guy in the family, and probably the only one who suggests me goin' for movie when its ok, gives money at a short notice when I need it without unneccessary questions, and doesn't mind me watchin' TV or usin' internet in the late hours of night, In short, no bullshit.

One thing I really love is the twinkle he has in his eyes when he is in good mood, and his face is flooded with geniune affection and smile. Hats off to him!

The dwell in solutions and not problems was somethin' I learnt from him, besides a lot other stuff... real life, streetwise, just the way I look a things. I'm indebted to him, for now, and for a lot time, only I dont' know how I'll ever payback. Cant write all stuff here... i'm too lazy for that.

God Bless him! from an Aethist that too

Close encounter with death

"Fuck!!!" That was the word which came to my head.

Place: Banerghatta road, near Accenture, Bangalore.

Scenario: I was comin' back home, by bus. Just as soon as I got down, from the back door, and makin' my way outta crowd so that i could cross the road behind the bus, a bloody truck, comes hurtlin' towards me, or the bus rather... i push myself as back as I can and whaaaaaam......the truck, drivin' at 60kph drives into the bus.

I move away, as soon as I can, not intendin' to obstruct some brave people climb up the truck to rescue the driver. Someone asked me, somethin' in kannada, i just nodded and left.

Nothin' for me, just my already hopeless arm which gets tired playin' a shooter game at the Leisure zone got twisted badly...its painin' yes, but since I can type this I don't think anythin' is broken.

BhejaFry, remember us talkin' 'bout the obituary on your blog and me tellin' maybe mine will come soon, not written by me of course...I was kiddin' I didn't know, my obituary's gonnna come up so sooon.

I just shudder at the thought thinkin' what 'd have been the case had the truck come a coupla seconds later...would have found my photo somewhere in newspaper along with deeksha's name, right up