So the alcohol's over. And no one has any cigarettes left. And I've officially lost faith. Though there's still a hope of getting it back.

The meeting didn't go at all as expected. In fact, there was no truth in most of what I said, but I think lies will only help the other person.
"Because sometimes, the truth isn't good enough. Sometimes, people deserve more."
Atleast I hope so.

I wish I were on heavy fuel. Maybe then I wouldn't have lied as much. Atleast not as beautifully.
Oh, and everything is off the record now.

It was strange. Almost unreal and creepy. And yes, very very trippy. I couldn't understand the point of the whole thing. I just laughed and laughed till my stomach started hurting.
Actually I should feel bad about it all, but really, I just can't stop laughing. Still! But I'm also left wondering what to do now.

This definitely has to go into my biography. Strange Brew!

I look from the wings at the play you are staging
While my guitar gently weeps
As I'm sitting here doing nothing but aging
Still my guitar gently weeps

Sometimes, I wish I could go back to that beautiful solitude that once used to be mine. The solitude which I can trust to stay. The solitude that keeps me free.

Ah, but our own dear contradiction is here!

"If I ain't dead already, girl you know the reason why!" Yes, in a very Yer Blues mood.

Get Back

It seems to be the season for elections, confusions and reconsiderations. So I think I’ll just join the bandwagon and take back my decision of ending this blog. It’s not because I have any good reasons for doing so, but I’ll revive this because I’m just bored and it will be good fun to post sometimes.
Since I’m in a reticent mood, I’ll just say that my mood has changed from I Will to I’ll Follow the Sun.

Oh, and Roland Garros begins in less than two weeks. Twelve days, to be precise.

The End

It was a most beautiful evening. With three friends. One of the most wonderful places I’ll come across in this town.

I think it’s also fitting to end the blog on this note. Times are changing. And this blog can’t really keep pace with it.

“Death opens unknown doors. It is most grand to die!” - John Masefield.

It’s been quite a while since this space has received any writing. Plenty of stuff has changed since the last time I wrote. It’s been quite a busy trimester, with me falling head over heels for ‘the law’ yet again, not only because of movies like Witness for the Prosecution (a highly recommended movie, though surprisingly, the Agatha Christie short story is not as good), but also because of enjoyable courses like International Law and IPR, apart from other assignments and initiatives, like this one, books like Uncommon Law by A.P. Herbert.

Love Affair

As I, along with five other people carried my almirah down, a formal end of something was marked.
And I was reminded of this picture I took in June, 2006.



To all and sundry, thank you for all the love and lessons.

I Got Mail!

Despite having a heavy load of work for the coming night, I was whiling my time away going through my mailbox and all the pleasant and not so pleasant memories. Since my mailbox is systematically labelled and all, there are two labels which are sort of forbidden, because they conjure the ghost of the past. One might advise me to get rid of and delete them, but I, as a rule, never delete any of my mails. So while reading some mail conversations in those label raised a smile and brought fond memories, the more recent ones just shook me enough to disable me to work tonight, putting me in a precarious position with regard to my work. I shall bid myself a pleasant night with these words:

"Try to realize it's all within yourself
no one else can make you change
And to see you're really only very small
and life flows on within you and without you"

(George Harrison, "Within You Without You, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band)