The waves that once crashed in the sea,
would leave their mark for everyone to see.
They might die down, never to rise again.
But the stories they once witnessed
would always be passed among the brethren.
Stories of love and stories of joy,
stories of glory, and of the times gone by.
Time may fly, and memories might fade,
But the love shall remain,
in the hearts of the lucky few, who witnessed those days.
You move on, you take the road ahead,
But never forget this place, where you once used to tread.
And never forget us, the ones you leave behind.
As I would never forget you,
because you were as good a friend, as any could ever find.
With that message, I say adieu.
May our friendship forever remain so true.
May our friendship forever remain so true.

The final goodbye was always a step away. There was always one more meeting to look forward to before that dreaded moment of farewell. The moment came, and then it flew away. And it left nothing behind, except a hope. A hope that maybe we will be fortunate enough to meet again, that maybe our paths will cross one day. A hope that this really wasn't the final goodbye. And as someone pointed out, we say goodbye only to meet again, and we can make it happen if we really want to. This time, I know I will make it happen.
It's hard to accept the truth staring right in my face. They won't be there in college anymore. No more will I rush through my boring classes looking forward to meet them. The cycle is complete, the end has ended. And no matter how hard I might try, it won't change a thing. It is as hopeless as any situation could be. And yet, you find hope in the darkest of times. I too, have one little hope to cling on to, the convocation. 
There is so much you want to say at such a time, and yet there is no word that would come when you need it to. You just look at each other, and you know that they understand what you want to say. That one look says a lot more than a thousand words could ever mean.
I loved them, and I will miss them more than they could ever imagine. And today, its a pledge I take. That no matter how busy I might get, I will always make the effort to keep in touch. They may or may not reply all the time, but I'll never let them forget that there's someone they left behind here, someone who cares. Someone who loves them, and will always do. May our friendship forever remain so true. 

"Those were the best days of my life......"
And the song ended. A lot, that moment, ended with the song. And it was this unknown feeling that drove that time, and it left me surprised. I'm not even close to being a good dancer, but that moment was passion. Passion, like I've never known within me ever before. I broke my breath shouting, and almost broke my legs jumping. But as it so rightly says in the song, it was now or never, and I gave it everything I had in me. To have that one last dance with people I so love. The dance left me more than exhausted but I'm so sure that I would have stood up and danced again, had I gotten a chance, no matter what. And I'll say it again. It was passion like I've never known within me ever before.
The semester too, came to an end. And as I look back now, it seemed to last forever.  And even forever wasn't good enough. We could have spent lifetimes with each other, and it wouldn't have been enough.
But no matter what I did this semester, I know that I gave it my all. Wether it was the project, college acads, or anything else that I did. I did it, and I did it with all that I had in me. The results were never really in my hand, and I'll be getting very bad ones this time. But still, I know, that even in hindsight, I could not have scripted it better than what it actually was. To hell with every C grade I'm getting, and to hell with college. I fought, and that leaves me very satisfied. This might seem like too much of an exaggeration, but this sem has been nothing less than that.
With all the pressures and all the tension, this semester gave me some awesome friends and for that, I can't be thankful enough to God.

Just when he thought he could live, God would give him another reason not to.
He would get up and move forward to seek what he so blindly desired. His impatience multiplying with every step, his eager eyes running wild within those tiny sockets and with a heart filled with anticipation, he would move forward to embrace happiness. The dagger would come out of nowhere, and it would peirce through his very heart. Stroke after stroke, precisely where it pained the most. And it was not blood that would flow, but tears, not where another soul could see them, or even his own. But he knew somewhere inside he was bleeding tears, and it was not the pain that worried him, but the eternal stains that would now be left behind. Stains that tied him to the present, keeping him there, stagnant, when the present became the past.
And just as the dagger had once come, unforeseen, there would be light again, beckoning him, untying him from all that was old, making him move towards what was new. And then he would move forward to embrace what he so blindly desired.     
The master would play his game again, the inexorable cycle once set in motion. He would move forward with a new courage, a newer hope, but would still carry with him the old stains, everlasting and unforgotten.

Because 'everything' wasn't good enough for her, God decided to give her a lot more. Everyone gets their share of good times, but there are very few, who deserve a lot more than just their usual set of joys. And when you are witness to one such moment, you can only watch dumbstruck as the master reveals his mystery; you can only look in awe at the miracle unfolding right in front of your eyes. There is a sense of happiness because someone finally got what they had to, but it is not so much about the result, more so about the path that lead to the result. Two hours today, changed someone's life and it changed the way I look at life. It made me believe. Yes, miracles happen. You just have to try hard enough, and long enough.

Someone, in a very very polite way and without ever saying a thing showed me today how much I suck at writing.

There are basically three things on my mind right now,

How can you have days like these, and moments like these, and not believe ?

It took three sleepless nights. 72 hours. And then the LED lit up my life. I'm ecstatic :D

Let us do away with everything we call life. Let us release everything that holds us back. Let us let go of all our wants. Let us close our eyes and feel the music in every sound, experience the rhythm of the world around. Let us open our eyes to the beauty of what we have. Let us let go of the complications that cloud our mind. Let us not remember the unanswered questions. Let us know only one truth, that we are here, so lets make the most of it. Lets allow peace to reach us for once. Let it flow through our body, let it stay. Lets smile, for no particular reason. Let us not care what they might think. Let us do away with everything we call life. And lets, live. 

I'll really miss these days when they are over, I'll really miss these people when they are no longer there. This is one thing I never wanted to think about, and yet everytime I laugh out with them, I'm  reminded of the impending end. And then the laughter dies down, and there's this feeling of not being in control. If only, they could stay. To hell with practicality.

Life gives you these lows when you least expect them. There seems to be nothing wrong about the way things are going, and yet everything about life seems wrong. There's this heaviness you can't let go of, as if something within you stops you from behaving the way you want to, stops you from laughing out loudly, from doing things cheerfully and enjoying them. I need a break and I can't have one. Everything seems to have halted. I'm waiting for a little something to bring me back on track, to get me moving again, a little something that could actually make me smile. *makes a wish

I haven't had a single class since sessionals ended. Life's been more about thinking than action these past few days. I've been constantly pressurizing myself about the projects that still need to be done and it doesn't help. Thinking about it only makes it bad. Thinking and not doing anything about it makes it even worse. I've destroyed quite a few of my days worrying about it, days that could've definitely been spent better. It was so much better last semester, when everything was done on the last day. Atleast I didn't have to worry about it before that. I've spent half my time thinking about it this time, and the work would still get done only on the last day. What shit.

They had wings. They had wings, and they were flying. He felt freedom like never before as current after current of fresh air swiped across his face. He spread out his arms to feel the liberation. He closed his eyes to feel the gusts of wind, as they made paths to pass through his curly strands. It was a long road, and an even longer night. It was his new bike, and it was his best friend at the helm of it.  

Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you.

I've got a maths book open in front of me as I write this. I have no idea why I switched on my laptop, and I have no idea what to put down. It's sessionals again, and no, even after two years in college, I haven't gotten used to them. That's understandable, since it's been fifteen years and I still haven't got used to studying. College's been hectic as usual but the only thing worrying me right now is that it's been quite a time since I had a crush on anyone. I don't normally have these lows when there isn't anyone whose 'cuteness' I could acknowledge or whom I could think about. 

It took just one look in the mirror, and I knew. Its very easy to find faults in others, though equally hard to accept your follies. Girls or guys, there are very few people I can truly call friends. They have their weaknesses, but I can't forget that they accept me with mine, so I need to do the same. Point taken. Relief  :-D

By the end of May this year, this will all be over. And I'll know something then, something I'm dying to find out right now. Did I stretch myself too far? Is this the limit? 

Indian movies are not meant to be what Dev.D was. It takes guts to show women as this one did, and it takes guts to show reality as this one does. It was hard, and it was real. You might end up calling it an adult film, but the story is so much more than just that. 

I really don't want to start this post with endless references to the number of projects that need to be done, or the amount of work I need to complete, but really, that's the only thing going on right now. Today, I finally sat down to objectively find out exactly what needs to be done. Needless to say, the list was huge, and it's right now sitting pretty on the front of my cupboard, visible everytime I look up from the monitor screen. So every few minutes, this page of paper reminds me of the hopeless situation I'm in, and the only chance I have of getting any of this done is to stop writing this post and getting started. But I'm obviously not going to do that. I'm going to sit here and write useless stuff about monotonous days that don't even deserve a mention.