Untitled Songs of Tyranny - Part 2

Just as I started to sing,
I had those mellow feelings calm me down.
Blending with the music that played in the background,
they took over all the senses that remained.

Everything started drifting away
and everything became so subtle and calm.
And at a distance was that sound,
the one that didn't exactly call my name.

I still tried to listen hard,
battling stiffly with everything that came across.
But with each beat they faded away
both the senses and the sound.

Untitled Songs of Tyranny - Part 1

I don't have a story.
I'm still wondering why!

Nothing just crosses my mind.
I stand stupefied.

Is there any was there?
Don't ask me to whine.

Are we still wondering?
I guess that is right.

And, just as I started to pack my wares again.
There they stood in the darkness to snatch it all away.

Time has completed its cycle
and I'm still at the same stage.
Just wondering if it's time again
for me to sway away.

Chandni Chowk ....... Done
Neemrana Fort ......... Done

Too much work, busy weekends, sleepless nights, no partying, no doing-crazy-stuff, 18hours in front of a machine (which, by the way, is way more intelligent than me). I knew I had a crisis in hand. Some correction was required and it was required a.s.a.p.

I started off with a movie binge a couple of weekends ago (the post is somewhere down there. With no one posting, this blog looks like my personal blog :P).

Movies are fun but they are not fun enough. Point realized and it was time for some traveling.

First up, a trip to Chandni Chowk.

Exactly an year ago, I did this. And, I was doing this once again. Nothing changes in Old Delhi. The awesome choice of paranthas (aalo, gobhi, karela, bhindi, kela, papad but the one that deserves special mention is the mewa parantha–beat that if you can!), the walk in the busy lanes, the metro ride, the kulfi at Giani's. And to top it up, a trip to India Gate. Why'O'Why didn't I find this joy before?

One down, the next was a trip to Neemrana Fort.

Now, this was something that was in pipeline for a way too long time. But a 200km trip on a bike was something that I was scared of. So, after much deliberation and procrastination, my friend and I decided that enough was enough and we'll take our chances.

The start wasn't that good.

Just an hour before the decided time of departure, one of us was still dozing off. The situation looked dicey but we somehow managed it. So the ride that was supposed to start at 8:45 started at 11 :)

After passing the long barrage of trucks on NH8, we finally reached wide open spaces. Taking turns on the bike, we 'cruised' throughout the journey and safely reached the destination in 2.5 hours. Exploring around the fort, eating a highly-overpriced lunch, talking about what must have been those times like and deciding whether the 'thing' floating in the pond is a dead fish or a log of wood took us another 3 hours before we decided to head back.

While coming back, we were thinking about the great ride that we had but something surely was missing. So, there we went into a ditch (of course, with our bike). We did suffer some injuries but the laughing-at-the-time-of-tragedies took it all away (though, we realized after reaching home that we had injured ourselves a bit seriously and the bike still needs some thorough inspection).

But, as they say, even the fall has its own story and we might have a lot more falls tomorrow.
But, what the hell.
It was a heck of a ride! And that's all what matters.

(No Title Needed For This Nonsense)

So we're back to that time when me n blathy are the only ones who seem to posting on this blog (even if in a posting ratio of roughly 1:20). Where are rest of the weirdos?? Ummm...lemme guess. Bertie is boozing away the last few days in that mad house. Madmita is most prolly out exploring the scandinavian countryside (do they even hav it there?)...and Marvin, well...mugging away to glory!
Now don't get me wrong..this ain't another one of those "come on guys start posting!" calls. Nuh uh. The one area of thought time and experience have 'wise'ned me in, is that you don't ask people to blog on MH. It simply does not work. Though I do fondly reminisce those days of mad blogging...when the the only way to cheer up on a bluesy monday morning in office was to read up on the last late-night-sunday-post...Anyhow...life takes its turns and we move on to more 'important' things...
Now do not think that this post is drawing to a close. No sir. Am right now sitting in this Marketing Research class, least interested in the numerous data analyses being spoon-fed by the proff...and hence plan to spend one whole hour on writing up this nonsensical piece.
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Ok... the weird part is, that it actually took a lot of effort for me to think of writing about something un-related to a bschool, or philosophy for that matter. But then I remembered that I still haven't posted about my much-awaited trip to Goa last-to-last weekend. I still remember having dreamt of going to goa ever since i could pronounce it (trust me, it wasn't so long back). And finally I did. 4 of us, barely managing a berth in the calicut-goa train landed up on a 3 day escapade to India's very own Tijuana (more on that and Spring Break and why we too after 10th and 12th should have one too, some other day).
What followed were 3 days of 8-9 meals a day, gorging on yummy seafood and more. But unlike the expectation of being stoned/doped/drunk and partying the nights away, my days (and nights) in goa were spent lazing away at the beach or hotel or a nearby cafe'....which makes me wonder whether I've already become that old?? That, at the age of 23 I din't smoke one joint nor jived in a single party, in GOA!!???
Arrrghhh...am not gonna be all philosophical again. And hence gonna blame all this on my elderly and mellow company :-)...fyi, am not through with goa. Not yet...and next time, its gonna be wild.