ONE THING TO RULE THEM ALL

The happening

noreply@blogger.com (Lord of all Things) — Sat, 26 Jul 2008 05:00:00 +0000

Life is a Fuck!!
Part two-

Funny how when u have nothing to really do in life you end up thinking a lot! too much in fact and that is certainly not helping.
Im feeling too many things and noticing too much in life in addition to watching Jayasudha movies on Tv .I am a sad old hag.

- After Ganty informed me about this extemely interesting item on Star tv (Sushma, u poor thing how can u work for star??), i managed to watch it for almost 10 mins without break. "Kiss ka kissa"- starring Ranbir kapoor and that dame whats- her-name, Deepika, very sadlymorphed pics with ranbir's neck part being forcibly pressed forward into the poor dame's mouth. I'm like dude atleast make it look real.! but sigh!! i ended up watching it anyway!!

- I have been working out! I lost weight in milli ounces. Thats an achievement!
- I have new spectacles. My mom says I like the news readers on NDTV.
- I am trying to look better..(what the heck! most of u dont know me any way!!) Im looking freaking hot!!I got proposed by 4 men in 2 days!! and my vital stats are now 36-28-34. im hot!!
- This is my blog, I can say anything about myself!!
- I bought jewellery that I will almost never wear after the wedding!
- Oh! I am getting married ! To that Ganty only! I wont tag him coz i dont want any one to read his blog and think he writes much better than me!!
- Australo is springing far away into civilized worlds!
- I have no job ! I am a sad old hag who watched Star TV.

I am sure now ur happy u have a better life!

If u are planning to come for wedding, I am demanding Nikon DSLR 500 as wedding gift!
Otherwise fuck off!

Thoo !!

Life is A Fuck!

noreply@blogger.com (Lord of all Things) — Fri, 25 Jul 2008 13:40:00 +0000

Blame me for being born with opinions. Blame me for thinking right. Blame me for trying to make peace and getting fucked in the process. Blame me again for getting frustrated trying to solve problems. Blame me for trying to make people see sense. Blame me for trying to save peoples asses.

Balancing act? A load of bull shit!!

What do I get in return?

Branded as immature, opinionated, inflexible.
Blood pressure, ulcers, anxiety and a fucked up head!

So much for a celebration!

Life is a fucking bitch! and I do not intend to change my opinion this time!!

Fuck all !!!

Profound converations

noreply@blogger.com (Lord of all Things) — Thu, 17 Jul 2008 18:05:00 +0000

Swati : (in Bed with one early morning resolution.) I want to write again, don't what about!
Inner self :(Enthusiastically) Type something!! May be you'll come up with something to say and astonish the world and make it sit up and look at u in new found admiration!
Swati : Scratches head, yawns and looks around the room.
Inner self : Well said ! Your work is done! You have changed the world beyond repair.
Swati: Grunts in satisfaction, turns over in bed and drifts back to sleep.

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noreply@blogger.com (Lord of all Things) — Fri, 28 Mar 2008 08:16:00 +0000



			I sat , I thought, I typed and erased and finally I yawned! Love, Pro

It is English wonly- Characters at the university!

noreply@blogger.com (Lord of all Things) — Sun, 17 Feb 2008 14:00:00 +0000

Conversation in my LAB
Between "Ph.D "Scholar and the papam girl doing project work under him.

Ph.D: "Where did u get this laptop from?"
Girl:" My aunt sent it to me as a gift from the Emirates."
Now madness takes over the guy!
Ph.D : "why?"
Girl (in a none of ur business tone): "For my birthday!"
Ph.D: "She has so much love for her "cousin daughter"!"
Girl (scandalized), Me ( almost dropped tube of phenol trying to loffing!) and Both of us trying to change expression to confusion .. "What is that?"
Ph.D(foot deeper into wide mouth): "Oh, you are her daughter in law?"
Girl(exasperated):I am her niece!

Scene ends with Me running out of the lab to take deep breaths of fresh air! and mostly to avoid spilling hazardous chemicals on his head!

One day this gentleman, a distinguished looking professor, sits in the bus in a seat in front of mine.
Has a dude-ish looking cap that said-
NEON COCK, embossed in bronze.

Snigger!

P.S. No problem in the dark , eh??
Pro

I surrender!

noreply@blogger.com (Lord of all Things) — Sun, 12 Aug 2007 08:31:00 +0000

Trust me! Trying to post after an year of hiatus, blogging can be quite trying. Thankfully, I will be back in 3 months time, where sane people live( that is comparitive), internet and home,crosswords,hot food, mom and longer beds with no iron posts to hit my legs every night and mainly no gujjus to look at every morning, U bet I am waiting to get back home.There have been these things of important nature that I have learnt staying away from home-

- Aroma therapy really works!Never throw away your almost empty body wash or shampoo bottles, the last few drops can save u if ur olfactory senses are highly developed. Especially if your room mate who has just used the toilet
and is disturbingly careless about flushing and hygiene.
- Listening is not always a virtue! Not when your landlady is a talking and swearing machine which does not need to draw breath and does not believe in punctuations when it comes to abusing her husband for not giving her money.
- People actually go to mental hospitals, real live ones and contrary to my beliefs, that I would meet one such person, my land lady has been there. Scored a Hattrick!.
- Most people talk nonsense! Most of the time and especially between classes. They are repetitive and it is okay if u do not listen and just nodding will do just fine.
- Power, even in the most stupidest of forms is acknowledged, more so when you are the new rep of a bunch of pea brains. More so when u do not take running notes in a class u can notice that favours always come your way.
- When managing in limited funds every month is a problem, there is an involuntary antenna that your brain develops which always tries to radio in on the word "free" anywhere you go.
- Rain gods hate me. It rains when I start any journey, be it to the grocery store and immediately stops when I reach a shelter. I can give up hope to be fully dry any day in the monsoon.
- I think I am cursed!Gujjus always haunt me without fail no matter where I go -Hyd, Mumbai or even for that matter Kerala!

Life's lessons sure are tough!

A tad bit wiser,
Pro

HAPPY DIWALI!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Lord of all Things) — Sat, 21 Oct 2006 15:20:00 +0000

Hey guys! happy diwali to you..!!!
Im too lazy to post today ..enjoying hols to much to write a blogpost !!!
Have FUN!!

LOVE,
PRO

P.S.
DIWALI PICTURES UPLoaded HERE!!!

Trivia from the other side of your world

noreply@blogger.com (Lord of all Things) — Tue, 29 Aug 2006 05:48:00 +0000

Life has by and large been pretty interesting off late.

Apart from procuring the extensive knowledge on the sexual habits of the canine creatures who seem to be determined on etching their ecstatic moments in my minds frame and insist on repeat performances this season, things have been pretty upbeat and have been keeping me on my toes. Let us recount some special mentions-

-Chasing out rats from the basement room where i live.

-Squasing the poor arthropods called Periplanata americana in multiples each day.

-Packing bags and moving out to higher grounds in the rainy nights as the aesthetically unappealing water fills the room, thanks to the employment of the most updated drainage system of the Indus valley civilization adopted by the Gujarat government.

-Most surprisingly, they have engineers of the same civilizations who advise us with their best methods of blocking the drainage - "Block the pipe entrance with cloth!!!!" Would u have ever thought of that?eh?!

-SP university which saves Rupees 30lakhs /annum by not employing lab attenders for the Dept of Biosciences as they want their students to "learn the ropes of Microbiology" washing lab floors and glassware and in the process spending 12 hrs in the laboratories pretending to be busy and engrossed in the research of the future.

-A senior's comment in the yearbook about the course-"It has been a learning experience for me and my fellowmates." Oh yes! I'm sure about that!

-Fellow Batchmates who follow the rule- "Man is a social animal" , by dining, working, peeing and occupying the front seats in herds of 8 or more from where no animal ever strays from the path and is found sitting alone.

-Their comments regarding my reading abilities -
What are u reading so intently!
Oh!! u have so much patience yaar!
Is this a love story?( regarding the biography of Richard .P.Feynman)
What is the story??tell me the story once the book is finished!

(Y god y ?? y me all the time??)

-Computer course involving the topics-CPU,Input and Out put devices ,a lecture in the seminar hall regarding the same with the industrious students copying notes on cpu is called central processing unit ....

-Comp Labs teaching their Msc students THE TYPING TUTOR and the MS PAINT- thankyou very much!!The students are progressing pretty well in the course is what i have been noticing these days!

-Dinner and Lunch involves the repetitive reminders of the types of dals grown in the districts of Gujarat with the indications of abundant availiablity of Potatoes and their economic feasibilty and reach to the remotest of cooks in the messes of Anand-Vidhyanagar.

-The Roads are a constant inspiration to the school going kids to pursue space research and provide necessary pre-training for the same.

-The Gujju's jeans is a religion in itself followed devoutly by donning ones made of outrocious fading and embriodery designs followed by the flashy,shining tops made of some kind of material, that would make you wonder if this is the land where the Mahatma started the Khadi movement.

-The only consolation to this place remains the wada-pav wala who could give the mumbai ones a run for their money and Dr.Kurien Verghese who has been totally milked out of the IRMA and the NDDB.(google if u dunt know what they mean!)

Other than these life's great and thanks to Ganty and a bunch of others who make this place worth living.

Love,
Pro

Life is like that!

noreply@blogger.com (Lord of all Things) — Wed, 05 Jul 2006 17:11:00 +0000

how? I dunno! Lathat only it is like! what to do i says! such drastically things are happenings - Graduationings i didded off, then im now gettings wone seat in post graduations also! all wonders happened.
From now onwards , wonly nice ,cold, crappy mess food haves to eatings!
washing vone cloths!
cleaning vone utensils!
having no computers , wonly avry weekends ,rushings to MICA using off wi-fi systems for free and feelins all technology prouds I will!

On other hands i say-
less telefone bills for my lad to pay!
more telefone bills for my dad to pay!
More frequent meetings with my lad!
less travel bills for his dad!

sooper poems i made ! hah! such intellignet i becomings after admissions!

Thankings and i promising never to be posting again in such crajjyy mood swing time!

By the way!!! im posting in my photos blog !! people are requested to go and comment there writing i took little break! clicking im doing!!

Lots of luv,
Pro

Notice**

noreply@blogger.com (Lord of all Things) — Fri, 09 Jun 2006 12:34:00 +0000

Freedom

noreply@blogger.com (Lord of all Things) — Fri, 19 May 2006 09:35:00 +0000

This time is what I was waiting for since 3years, the glorious freedom from the shackles of one of the most disgusting convent degree colleges ever. And here you go, it is here..
Glorious- u ask how? Here let me tell you-

-no more waking up at 7:50 am, bleary eyed, weary heart and deary prospect of entering the lane that leads to the madhouse.

-no more trying to search for respectable clothes as in either washed(ironed to too much to expect!), not washed but atleast only twice worn the same week.

-no more expense of deoderant to cover up the above.

-no more trying to convince mom that I did have a bath by going into the bathroom turning on the shower for 2 mins for the sound effects.

-no more fighting through the sea of school-autowallas with kids hanging out of the auto instead of their waterbottles.

-no more early morning scenes of nose picking, crotch-scratching and toothpaste spitting by people in chintal-basti.

-no more bone-shaking rides and smelly fishes through the chintal-basti road.

-no more half-lost people reminising about their last nite wet dreams in the middle of the road so much so that they dun even hear u honking at their asses 2 cms away and their half startled looks on loud breaking when I suddenly change my mind to hit the head on with my activa
!
-no more swearing continuously at the early morning-teasers on pulsars and in their dhinchak embriodered jeans and maroon dyes ,long and slick oily hair.

-no more sea of female humanity in the st ann's road with their delicate purses of palm size and 9"x12" books in their hands.. walking on their 4 " pencil heels threatening to crack.

-no more loser guys on their bikes trying to do in the equally loser type females with their missionimpossible stunts.. and me wishing one of their wheels come off in that instant.

- no more rude watchmen and 2 rupee sidey staff of the college trying to show off their impoortance by locking the main doors.

-no more early morning prayers of a crappy sort by an equally disgusting singing group with crazy accents -a mix of charminar hindi and britney spears -Oops I did it again style!

-no more standing at the door of the class room and giving attendence coz the new teaching incharge, excited with the game of "teacher teacher" which she is savouring for thefirst time in reality.

-no more Reshma's screechy drone and Sneha's killer looks in the micro class everymorning and wait of anticipation as to who wud be her new target for obscenities.

-no more acting intelligentand smart when u know nuthing of what is taught in the class and still getting away with the crappy made-up questions and equally crappy doubts.

-no more allergy inducing female smells laced with cheap perfumes !

-no more Girls, no more breathing the air thick with eeky sort of feminity, no more shrill-high pitched dumb blond voices, no more jingles of anklets at each metre..

Yes .. Gloriously!! no more St ann's!!

Love ,
Pro

noreply@blogger.com (Lord of all Things) — Wed, 10 May 2006 16:57:00 +0000

NO I just cant write.. I need a break...! in the mean time ill keep filling with the fotographs
yeh I can see Iyer jumping with joy:P! and certain other ppl i cant see.. otherwise .. will be updating my other blogs anyway keep chcking those... lets see how long this block lasts!

Love,
Pro

Graduation and other aimless pursuits

noreply@blogger.com (Lord of all Things) — Thu, 20 Apr 2006 16:35:00 +0000

Yes .... im done with graduation!(mostly!whatz wrong with profound optimsm till the results come out?) . so I come up with this extremely interesting proposition which did not at all thrill AI and dragged her along to the Golconda fort .. Thatz what Hyd is famous for... climbed it to realize how out of shape i am (here round doesnt count!) ..watched the lighrt and sound show, provided food for some mosquitoes, entertainment to these 2 rupee chillar guys for 5 mins being the centre of attraction (AI attracts Jerks ...And she unfailingly did it this time too!)
I had one of the most depressing evenings for which again AI is to blame.. my batteries went out of charge and she obviously didnt care to charge them..Almost cried out of despair at My helplessness at not being able to click the fotos in the light and sound show .. amazing lights!
any way here are some of the fotos I had managed to click with whatever batteries i had..

Click here to view the fotos

Now off for a vacation.. will blog after on the 1st of May ...Till then..
Ciao!

Love,
Pro

Hullo?

noreply@blogger.com (Lord of all Things) — Tue, 04 Apr 2006 10:29:00 +0000

Technology is catching up with the kids real fast these days I noticed today when my 2 and a half year old niece can dial me and of course carry on "adult level conversation" with me and sign off like shez done it ( ahem !)all her life and i was left wondering at the other side of the line .. when i was of her age .. i dint even know what a telephone was..

You may think i was unusually dumb or something but I dint even know things called Barbie dolls and Hot wheels existed either and then my sister at the age of 6 had about a collection of 6 arbies of different sizes and shapes... not that I'm jealous or anything .. i never really cared for dolls anyway...Then 9th std was the first time i had come across a computer in touch and move range and the first thing i remember doing with a comp was to play a game called bat and ball similar to the snazzy games of these days where u had to not let the ball fall and some of the powers came down from hitting the ball on to bricks involved elongation of the bat.. i really cant recall the name, but then i was really proud of being able to handle that one well the first time.. (My earlest memmories of the comp lab remain to be the unsucessful attempts not to breathe in the smelly socks of the guys .. i guess thatz y they had a separate entrance into the lab!!:D) and here is my sister who was knew how to operate a comp at the age of 7 or so.. talk abt luxuries..

I was on about this neice of mine .. really cute and shez gotten into this habit of having arbitary conversations with me over the phone these days . and it doesnt really help that my uncle (who is her grand father) is an ex-bsnl employee. yeh! they still have a free telephone connection i guess:D!

Here is the convo she had with me today!

Me: Hullo?
Her: heylo??(high pitched baby voice!)
Me: whoz this?
Her: itz me!!
Me: (amused)Me who?
Her:( apparently confused by the word play..come on!!"me who" is hard to comprehend!!) me who? ...Silence ...(brain comprehending.......) ..who are u?( cleverly by passing the diffcult question! kids in my family are smart u know!*hint hint*)
Me: (trying to pull her back into the convo with subtle hints!!;)) Is this priya bhavana?
Her: (happy to hear something she knows well!) im pb! who are u ??(now thowing me into the confusion )
ME: im swathi atta!
Her: swathi atta !! what are u doing??
ME: just came back from school!
HEr: y did u come back from school?
ME: it got over!
Her: Y did it get over??
Me: (umm good question!) coz i was hungry!
Her:(she apparently doesnt care abt my hunger pangs!) where is sindhu atta?
Me: in school
Her: then why are u at home???( in a tone thatz accusing me of running away with the family jewels or some thing!)
Me: mine ot over so i came home to eat food!
Her: ( convinced!) my akka just came home too from school!( apparently now that her sis is backk its okay for everyoneto be home:D)
ME: y dint u go to school??
Her: I dun go to school!
Me: y not??
Her: (dodging the question..) where is sambu thatayya and uma bamma?(my dad and mom.. sadly yes grand parents fer her!)
Me:in office!
Her:( ponders over the whole situation carefully for a few seconds and the bell in her head rings!) r u alone at home???
Me:(sigh!) yeh baby..!
Her: okay!
Me: did u have lunch?
Her: Yes!
Me: what did u have?
Her: pappu and perugu annam!( dal and curd rice)
Me: no curry?
Her: no!
Me: y?
Her:( in a 'none of your business' tone) i told u no!
and bangs down the fone on my face ... apparently I ruffled up some unwanted memories in her head , her having sucessfully avoided eating one whole course of meal!
who cares abt pleasantries these days anyway !

But the I was glad she called... helped calm my angry nerves combined with the effect of the heat ouside and the shitty sericulture exam paper that i had to write for 3 hrs!
( and yes!! i had to do a paper on Sericulture as an additional in zoology this year! Do not look at me like that i never volunteered to do it! and yeh i know im a loser.. thank u for that symbolic representation!)

love,
Pro

NEW BLOG

noreply@blogger.com (Lord of all Things) — Fri, 31 Mar 2006 12:42:00 +0000

yes! now ur fav blogger had come up with a photo blog in collaboration with GANTY..
chck it out!! and keep visiting for more updates!!

Love,
Pro

noreply@blogger.com (Lord of all Things) — Fri, 24 Mar 2006 12:21:00 +0000

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It struck me today.....

noreply@blogger.com (Lord of all Things) — Wed, 22 Mar 2006 08:12:00 +0000

while writing this major chemistry exam (no! dont ask that question.. i'd rather not discuss the exam part of the story)
these 2 pigeons were cooing off happily in the window beside my seat oblivious of the fact that new kinds of chemichl reactions were being invented in my paper which i was trying 2 pass off as authentic..
my head suddenly stopped the production of pthalic acid and started humming the tune of this long lost song ... was wondering how many people still remeber it.. it goes like this..

"Gutar gutak , gutar gutak!,
Chad gaya oopar rey... atariya pe lotan kabootar rey!!
Gutar gutak, gutar gutak!"

I really dun recall the composer nor the movie .. all i remember is that the song involved one busty female in the loft with lotsa hay in the middle of lots a eeky white pigeons....singing and doing some gyrating movements involving lotsa butt shaking and pelvic movements rivalling even Govinda (thatz something!)
I cant seem to get the song out of my head .... sigh!!

Love,
Pro

Infidelity?

noreply@blogger.com (Lord of all Things) — Thu, 16 Mar 2006 03:58:00 +0000

Why am i so wierd???

noreply@blogger.com (Lord of all Things) — Thu, 16 Mar 2006 03:57:00 +0000

Was tagged by Gokul looooonggg back..... i took my time to come up with this any way .. so here goes

I think I'm wierd because-

-I take my own sweet time to shop and start with an array of clothes to wear, immediately discarding the first set of clothes that I try on.. try on about 8 sets in different combinations , decide on the best one finish up with everything, go to the sales counter and then return back to throw this one and buy the first set that I had immediately discarded.

-I always brush with a new toothbrush and paste as soon as I buy them, regardless of what time of day it is or how many times i have already brushed.

-When I find an article /story in the newspaper that might be interesting to read , I read all the other crap around the article and then come to that particular one in the end, to keep the suspense ticking (recalled when i read sameera's post)

-I always save my old tooth brushes to clean my basin in the bathroom and combs because I think they help to clean them amazingly well.

-I wear my oldest and most haggard looking clothes to an exam because I believe that they make me come up with the best answers in the whole thought process.

-I always buy different brands of soaps everytime I visit the supermarket giving equal importance to all!

-I clean my keyboard with paint brushes.

-My mind becomes immediately blank when anyone looks over the shoulder when I am trying to come up with a post.

-I have had the most wierdest of conversations with the watchmen of parking spaces of shopping malls.

-Coz I'm trying to come up with more wierd things even when I know it can damage the USP of my blog.

Yes! Tagging is necessary, it helps to keep your blog alive .
I do not tag-
Iyer- He absoultely hates them and will immediately direct me to his post against blogging!
Manas- coz he doesnt seem to be blogging these days.
Shubham- coz he will do off an arbit strip on tagging
Sameera- shez just done this tag and very well indeed!!!

I tag-
Ganty- He will come up with the most wierdest of stuff about himself for sure!
Sreicanth- He needs a break from serious posting.
Australo- Coz he can find PJs in anything.
Ashwin- He badly needs to psot something!

Love,
Pro

HAppy budday to Amina!

noreply@blogger.com (Lord of all Things) — Sun, 12 Mar 2006 18:38:00 +0000

Dun really have much time to blog these days.! yeh i know itz not like my posting is ramgopal vermas next biggest release.. anyway
itz amina's budday today and i am hoping she takes this post as budday gift and yeh im really she'll call me home . ( i know she has 2 lts of icecream in her fridge! you are my beshhhhhhttt frnd.. can i have it now??!)

Love
pro

My tribute to Bryan Adams

noreply@blogger.com (Lord of all Things) — Fri, 17 Feb 2006 06:28:00 +0000

Those of you who have made an effort to read my profile in the past , must have got a hint that I am a die-hard fan of Adams. This particular fan had suddenly drifted away from her fav crooner since the last six months or so. Those who knew me personally would have been amazed by the fact thatI havent listened to him for that long.
But then this morning whenI was cruising through my music folder, I had a sudden resurgence of emotions when i saw him sitting in that folder demurely, inconspicious yet beckoning me to him.
After half an hour of resplendent ecstacy of his husky, lilting melodies I realized it's a high time I made a post about him.

Somehow Adams has always been there through all the turbulations, the highs-the lows, for the past 6-7 years of my life.
He brought me my first best friend in college to me in the most frustrating situation times of that year. My 2nd friend followed . a common thread binding us.
Then followed this person whom I absolutely love ... the first post I'd read of his was titled " The summer of 69".
Now that I'm done with the reminisings....Lets start off with Adams... I guess the rest of his fans would probably the same things anyway..

The most awesome lyrics , each one of his songs contain those precious few lines which are significantly priceless, atleast to me. I am always amazed by the way he can put some undescribable emotions into those perfect words, more so because me as a person cant remotely write anything close to be called poetic -I guess Iyer knows better with me challenging him once and ultimately ending up making him eat bird curry.
Or better still this will give u a better insight into my poetic abilities if ur new around here which is, ofcourse, expecting for too much .
Anyway comming back to Adams, there is this thing in his voice apart from the melting huskiness, an intense soothing that calms you down , ready to make you face the world again, perks you up when you are down.
Anger, despair, love, passion, desperation, contentment, peace, faith, hope..... everything that life gives you , he has sung it for you and makes you believe the song had been made for you alone.
Then comes his awesome guitar work, just show me another person who can do the "Summer of 69"with the same energy as he can!
His recent album, "Room Service" delivered some of the best songs of his career- Open road,Flying.
These are some of the lines of his songs which touch me everytime I listen to them-

" sometimes words are hard to find
i'm looking for that perfect line
to let you know you're always on my mind
yeah, this is love - n' i've learned enough to know
i'm never lettin' go.....
i may not always know what's right
but i know i want you here tonight
gonna make this moment last for all your life
oh ya this is love - n' it really means so much
i can tell from every touch"-Best of Me

"To really love a woman
Let her hold you - til ya know how she needs to be touched
You've gotta breathe her - really taste her
Til you can feel her in your blood
N' when you can see your unborn children in her eyes
Ya know ya really love a woman"- Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman?

" If ya wanna stay young - get both feet in it - 18 til I die
A 'lil bit of this - a 'lil bit of that
'Lil bit of everything - get ya right on track
It's not how ya look, it's what ya feel inside"- 18 till I die

" Don't lay our love to rest - Cuz we can stand up to the test
We got everything - and more - than we had planned
More than the rivers that run the land
We've got it all in our hands,
When there's someone that should know -
Then just let your feelin's show
And make it all for one - and all for love"- All for Love

" well it's along way up and we won't come down tonight
well it may be wrong but baby it sure feels right
so baby tonight let's leave the world behind
and spend some time up on cloud number nine"- Cloud no. 9

" Look into my eyes - you will see
What you mean to me
Search your heart - search your soul
And when you find me there you'll search no more
Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for
You know it's true"- Everything I do - I do it for you

" i hope to see you smile - but i'm always wrong
it's a different melody but the same old song..
i think i hear your voice - but it's just a dream
it's a brand new movie but the same old scene"- RoomService

" i never thought i'd find someone to move me
someone who could see right thru me
you found your way into my head
where even angels fear to tread"- Where Angels fear to tread

" all i want is a real fast car
wanna go too fast - i wanna go too far
i wanna take a bite of this sweet sweet life
while the gettin's good and the time right
i wanna fill my cup - i wanna drink it up"- I dun wanna live forever

and this one .. cant help the whole song is amazing..
" the biggest lie you ever told - your deepest fear 'bout growin' old
the longest night you ever spent - the angriest letter you ever sent
the boy you swore you'd never leave - the one you kissed on new year's eve
the sweetest dream you had last night - your darkest hour, your hardest fight

i wanna know you - like i know myself
i'm waitin' for you - there ain't no one else
talk to me baby - scream and shout
i want to know you - inside out
i wanna dig down deep - i wanna lose some sleep
i wanna scream and shout - i wanna know you inside out
i wanna take my time - i wanna know your mind
ya know there ain't no doubt - i wanna know you inside

the saddest song you ever heard - the most you said with just one word
the lonliest prayer you ever prayed - truest vow you ever made
what makes you laugh, what makes you cry
what makes you mad, what gets you by
your highest high, your lowest low - these are the things i want to know

i wanna know you - like i know myself
i'm waitin' for you - there ain't no one else
talk to me baby - scream and shout
i want to know you - inside out

i wanna know your soul - i wanna lose control
c'mon n'let it out - i wanna know you inside out
ya gotta dig down deep - i wanna lose some sleep
i wanna scream and shout - i wanna know you inside out
tell me everything..." - Inside out

I have a memory accompanying every song Ive heard him singing....An endless list...

Love,
Pro

budday blues

noreply@blogger.com (Lord of all Things) — Sun, 12 Feb 2006 07:54:00 +0000

HAppy budday to
-ThomasAlva Edison
-Jennifer Aniston
-Lord OF all Things

HAd the best budday ever:D
Pampered, Loved, Fed
After all "coming of age" is special.

Budday balloon,CCD, Sizzler brownie sundae, Exam In the morning, Southi indian thali, and life after...
Pizza hut and garlic bread.

Thank u very much!

Figuring me out....

noreply@blogger.com (Lord of all Things) — Sun, 29 Jan 2006 16:23:00 +0000

The puzzle , The brainwave, The action

and finalllyy....

Yeah !! u got me baby!!

.MY Calvin SENIOR!

Love ,
Pro.

p.s. incase u are wondering whatz the point of the post ...DUH!!! appretiate my talent(or the lack of it!)

That winter....

noreply@blogger.com (Lord of all Things) — Thu, 19 Jan 2006 13:47:00 +0000

As she accelerated her bike, Anita felt the cold air hit her with a greater force, billowing her driving jacket and sending chills through the thick wool. The temperature had dropped precariously the last night to probably the lowest that season with the weather reports claming it to be the lowest in decade.

That morning when she was lying in her warm bed, she had and unsettling feeling of uneasiness growing inside her for no reason that she could attribute it to which had not allowed her to enjoy the warmth that she normally savoured in early winter mornings.

As she drove to college, the usual hustle-bustle and the crowd was almost absent and the streets looked deserted , with people probably trying to stay indoors on this cold morning . She turned into the street leading to her college, she automatically started cursing the road with its potholes and the drainage water that was flowing out from the broken pipelines. Struggling to manevour her vehicle through this stretch of the road, her eyes suddenly fell on a sprawled figure, almost strewn on to one side of the road about half way across the street. With a hesitant feeling, she slowed her speed down to take in the details of the unmoving figure.

With slow realization that dawned upon her, she realized that she was looking down at the lifeless, stone cold body of a dirty graying –black haired and wizened old woman who seemed to have died of the cold sometime in the night. Every wrinkle on her cold conorted face seemed to be telling a story. She was one of those homeless and ragged people on the road without even the bare minimum to cover themselves against the cold.

Nothing about the unmoving body gave a hint that there was any sign left of life in it.

The feet were frozen like a log with dirty soles and severely cracked heels covered with the dust from being barefooted on the road and arms had cracks with clotted blood streaks probably from the skin cracked in the cold. A flimsy sari made of a thin fabric covered her starvation riddled torso and ended above the heels. The wizened face with the tighly prused up lips as if frozen mid way in the shiver against the chill and eyes showing lines of whites gave Anita a depressing ,almost frightening feeling of looking at a wayward dead body.

She quickly averted her eyes from the wrenching state of the figure, Anita zoomed away knowing there was nothing anyone could do.

The last image that she saw from the corner of her eyes was the fluttering of the hem of the sari in the wind around her ankles with a breeze from the acceleration of her bike.

Lakshmiamma wasn’t always this poor and starved. Shehad also seen the days of warmth and luxury of being inside a 4 walled brick house. She had a single room with a wooden door, awkwardly fitted into the red bricks with rusty metal hinges which creaked whenever opened. The roof was made out of aluminium sheets,a lxury that most other houses in her slum didnt have.In the monsoon, the rain made loud noises when they fell on the metal sheets and she was always glad to being inside this dry room of hers. She never failed to thank god for providing this modest , but safe accommodation.

She was much better off than the next door neighbours of her who were loud and quarreled over food, space and everything possible.They dint even have a proper thatched roof and were twelve in number.

Her husband had died about 20 years ago after a bout of fever and blood-ridded coughand the doctor in the big hospital at the end of the government street had said that there was no more hope.

She had no children to fend for which was blessing in disguise as the monsy that she used to save form her husbands earning in a plastic jar behind the photograph of lord Krishna in her room now started geting used up for weekly visits to the doctors and the medicines.

She had never worked worked before in her life when her husband was alive. They were well off enough to have two meals of dal and rice with occasional Sunday vegetables. All this changedthe night when he died in the dorm room of the hospital

Since then she started to work in the nearby big apartments and earned her monsy by sweeping the stairs every morning. And washing utensils at the home of a newly married couple who later moved away leaving her with lesser money .

Her troublesbegan the day when the road contactors came into the slum and started demolishing the structures there. No one could say anything as they had papers with signatures on it saying that some rich businessman had bought the land and was going to build some hotel there.

Now she was home less since a month and had to live on the pavement across the street of the big building. Her income had all gone with a month on the streetsa dn buying berad from the tea stall . The sweeping job was gone with the people wanting a younger person for the job . her limbs had not allowed her to work for longer hours as age caught up with her.

She had to start foraging for food from the bins near the hotels. All this lead to her body yeilding to the cold, starvation and grew weaker day by day. She had now only one torn blanket to cover herself with on thestreet at the nights.

This particular night was extremely cold, with the chilling wind blowing, something that her blanket could not guard herself against. All night as the cold wind racked her old and tired body which desperately tried to fight and shivered in response.

Some how now it was staring to give up the fight. At the crack of the dawn, she tried to get up and walk in the hope of warming herself in the rising sunrays, she somehow knew she could keep up no more. She felt her legs collapse under her onto the wet and dirtyroad beside the following water from the drain and fell on to the ground strewn with pebbles. She coul not move even as she tried her last movement toward hope.

Her limbs had turned stone cold. Her eyes would not open and a few mins later she could not move.

She lay there awaiting some respite from the pain and the cold that racked her body in spasms either in the form of warmth or death. She was ready to welcome any of them now.

She felt herself growing numb and the sounds around her started to quieten, thelast sound she heard was the throb of an engine rushing past heras she felt life ebb away with the flutter of the hem of her sari with the breeze from the vehicle at her nkles. And then at least felt the cold and pain leave her that tormented her all night.

Love
Pro