Baloney of thoughts

How Harry Potter Saved me!! Part 1

I forget things very easily. Birthdays, dates, faces, names, characters - anything specific . Everything gets enveloped in a cloud of smoke with the passage of time no matter how memorable it may seem.But I soon found out that this particular defect which has produced quite a few problems in the never-ending exams, was actually a blessing in disguise. It helped when it mattered the most and that is in giving hours of pure happiness from reading some wonderful books - again and again.

I have always thought my family to be an introspective lot whom could at the same time give life to any social event. But while I may have inherited the former, somehow I have always remained aloof in the social part. Maybe the absence of any real pressure from my (intelligent) parents inspired my initial fantasy to books. Thus I spent hours and hours, behind wild and wonderful stories, which should rather have been spent learning or in comradeship. But while my parents continued to make my life easy, the same could not be said true for my acquaintances in class. A step into the pants of a teenager bestowed upon my ego a need for being known rather than knowing thyself. Thus came the transition of a fantasizing oddball to a normal person ( define normal as one who indulges in the pursuits that is followed by at least 75% of your peers:) .

But like a marriage never broken, I was re-united with my books by the stories about "the boy who lived" - special thanks to my friend Amol who not only introduced me to harry potter but also spent a lot of time coercing me to read it. It only took a few days for the 'mysteries of the the five, secrets of the seven, the charm of the drew and the bravery of the hardy' to be swept aside by the "Goblet of Fire", the first Harry Potter book I read. It was love at first sight. Soon I was saving every bit of money I could to bring my collection of HP books up to date. But the 5th book ( I was the first one in Trivandrum city to buy it or so the shopkeeper told me) came as a big disappointment for me which made me go after different authors notably Ayn Rand, Jeffrey Archer, Micheal Crichton, John Grisham, Dan Brown, Clive Cussler and lot more. This was also the time I became heavily influenced by the philosophies of Ayn Rand in her two books "The Atlas Shrugged" and "The fountainhead".

Genesis

A sturdy oak tree in the burning forest
all life gone, a mere body in the midst.
When time and space sunk to variables
and I was hoping as ever for miracles.

A withered hand fighting for words
A brainless git lost among nerds
A confused mind searching for a reason
A hopeless soul crying for a revelation.

Tiredness engulf my skinny torso
fear unmasked from my pitiful face
O sympathy - why do you feel so good?
coz I am angry, rage revealing my side.

The pointer goes down to the beginning
its nature revealed only upon ending
This is the end of the beginning
and the genesis of another ending.

'PARLEY'......i swear i will write blogs regularly

like the last time around:-\, and look how that turns out to be. nearly a year since my last post. But thats the problem with me...i am an extremely lazy and slothful person especially when it comes to wonderful things like writing blogs (see how i am full of atonement Kiera Knightley rocks!!). But the truth is writing a blog is really hard and doing that incessantly is even harder. I suddenly feel great respect 4 everyone trying in that respect....nd my whole new spirit nd the vow which i am never going to break (seriously !! considering never is ny other day:) owes its origin to one superb blog. not going to name that blog...sry guys it is the discretion of the artist( i couldn call her ny ting but that.......superb grl:)) i read the blog last day nd realized what a blog could do and that is to make our mind go nuts, to inject new patterns inside the thinking process which is already complex enough. BUT even better to churn out emotions as a grim aftermath to this unexplainable process. Infact it was the simple directnesss of her writing (something i cannot be credited with) that seriously made me fall in love wit that blog.......to that inspiring artist i say CHEERS!!!

"MOTIVE?//"ional - or is it?

Well it has been some time........examz $%#& they are boring as usual. But i did get some work done. I read "The Monk who sold his Ferrari" which brings me to the current topic- motivational books. Are they any good? I have read quiet a few- my bro has a decent collection. Well my brother has always been the one intrested in these books. I generally go for the fiction books. Now the reason why i mostly find these books awry is bcoz they never fight the root cause but comes with a capsuled form of "How to succed in life". Now for a person like me who is far more intrested in searching the truth rather than finding it, this pose a serious accumulation of murky possibilities. Thus i spend myself pouring over bifurcate stories half expecting to learn something new and in constant vigil to find what is the real motive behind these motivational books. The only consequence of this worthy action was an incontrovertible failure at the task in hand and some intriguing hours of reading.

Well finally i went to class today. My creative innovation of abdomen botheration was completly useless. The HOD didnt buy it, but it is not a prblm since i didnt sell it in the first place:-) Maybe the closing sessions of S4 classes has finally dawned upon him teh fact that "GOD i cannot save these imbecile lunatics ny way" The classes were boring as usual. Even the senescent GEN MECH spirit couldnt overcome the irksome experiences in my classroom. Aah I haven introduced GEN MECH have I? well GEN MECH OR GENERATION MECH(yipee i am a mechanical student) is what we call ourselves- the Mechanical students of our dear MBCET college. Check www.generationmech.com and you will get a feel of what we are. Well my gallient words about my own fellowship can be taken as a sign of haugtiness, so i better stop now. Will tell the Generation Mech details another time around.

Well Bye........