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The fog.. the wild ..the me !

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NB : Emptying this post from my drafts ! I wrote this 2 years back and with no edits or reading publishing it so that I am being sincere to the post . This happened actualy in 2015. Its been sometime since days are not defined by clicks, taps, and scrolls . Happiness is probably never ending chats with friends or making the best out of an fb post or posting the latest pic to instagram. Life has too much to contribute to the big data the world defines , bothering too much about work , stress and life. It revolves either around those plans for career enhancements or about the band you are stuck with.Intruding the automatically defined life cycle, to my astonishment there was a mail from ecology club confirming my request for participating in their camp. In this one and half years of TCS life , I had experienced its technological side alone and hence was clueless about what a bunch of coffee loving techies in Air conditioned office gonna do in the forest.Ecology being a long forgot

Seasons.. !

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Yet another September... While the moon n earth are still in their paths around the universe... My astonishment is microscopic or even down the scale...unlike the September of that year which i welcomed with little laziness after the onam holidays, I am living a sept where there are no holiday hangovers or better there are no holidays... Days had flown quick that i dont remember everything i thought important.

You ...My Love!

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You are my love, the love of my life. With no strifes ruling my choice, with no regret cracking my voice. the brook would share my joy, the joy I see in you. It flows hugging the pebbles, today to shone them treble. The brook would remember the words, the words I hear from you. You are my love, the love of my life.

The same old Question!

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...now this has always been the right place i relay on everytime i feel hopeless or hopeful. I had lot to talk about. I thought i would add a note of thanx to my collage , but then i was served with my first job's call letter. I thought i would share the feeling of being a professional , but then i had a real big farewell to do. I was counting on having a royal farewell post then , but again i guess something else is already in! hence i m really living a big time , with lot in the happenings list! I have always talked about things with a highly egoistic attitude "my blog" . After all there are not lot many things i could establish complete right on. Technically speaking a blog would still be debated on. Lately things like job, salary , spending , graduation ...the things i dreamed are flowing into the shade of reality. Its not the satisfaction of realizing the dreams that speaks, as this were not exactly how i dreamed reality to be. Whatsoever at this age with a

From me..!!

note: blabberings sitting home all bored!! :) Life is always complex, else its made complicated no matter how much I try? I am not sure about where lost the key to unlock the complications. But then as long as I cant stop crying over the missing parts of life , I guess this is gonna continue and haunt me endlessly!                                            Rain drops that hails from the roof sheet is contributing a part of the wetness to my side. With no thought of changing my posture I continue to stare the 10 stored flat. Nothing rare is to be noted. But my wanderlust mind is already there in its top, imagining the soaking fun rain would elate me with. Somewhere I wish the rain to wash off the complexities. One after the other things are in queue challenging the decisions.

Political Paradox

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 May be an old me would have never done this post. I just don’t find another reason to stop myself from expounding on the topic of social living! I am an ordinary fellow who just live normally in a society where anyone hardly use their loaf! How can we just live with not lending ears to the world? When in 5th grade dad made it compulsory to read news paper, I was too polite to raise my disagreement. And obviously I don’t remember much of the then read news or anything specific , while still preserving the paper cuttings and the Young world collections” . For my emotional weightage for those efforts, I would never trash them.  Did I know what exactly happened in the Indian Politics ?

CRIMSON SHADES OF LOVE!

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Pressing the “end call” on the 4.5 inch screen I continue my walk along the beach alone. At the horizon the red beauty is preparing for a farewell. Though crowd of unfamiliar unknown souls around have their own reasons to be here, copious to the roaring sea they help shade of  the loneliness. This place has been a lure to me in many ways .When the plot of those special moments of my life were hosted here , how can I not feel  so .i remember every  second of the time I spend here. Precisely he owes the credit of bringing me here , introducing me to the epitome of natural beauty. Though a lot has changed ever since my first visit with him, the red beauty out at the end seems to stare at me with similar admiring loveliness.                                                      It was one such evening of November: - The cold breeze was playing madly with my long hair, making me hyper aware of how my looks could get affected. Adding on to the nervousness of accompanying  the man-chose