Ah!!bugger...

except that one...

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I remember the wall. Pale blue, with bits coming off. Pencil scribbles all over, my own masterpieces. Placed over the pristine white surface of the desk, I used to perch myself on and reach for the skies, was that poster. Wooden frame, black background and the words.... I am not afraid of tomorrow, for I have seen yesterday and I love today. I knew not what it meant, nor did I care. And yet all these years later, that phrase, that poster, still remains etched in my memory. I still see that pale blue wall with crumbling plaster, I still see that wooden frame with that black background as if I'd seen it only yesterday. Now I know what it means, and I'm grateful for it.

23.30 : Father returns from a friends place, the game on TV is over.....time to study... 23.45 : Facebook...... 01.30 : Socializing over, hunger pangs.... eat first, study the night, thats the plan... 01.35 : Quietly sneak into the kitchen..... mustn't wake dad up.... 01.40 : Chased around the kitchen by a rat.. (the beasts scare the bejesus out of me!) 01.45 : Racket over, cooked pasta and coffee(both a luxury and a necessity) 02.00 : Meal over, time to exercise some gray matter..... 02.30 : Finished off the last few pages of Leonard Cohen's book of poetry..now for some serious stuff.... 03.00 : A Leonard Cohen album heard...now..no looking back....concentrate...I'm serious... 04.00 : Finished writing off 40 pages worth of practicals...finally, some good work..(and you thought this article was just a joke...huh!) 04.10 : Feeling pleased with myself..... but got to push on...lots to do... but first..... 04.30 : Finished off a bottle of beer that I'd snea...

They forgot to switch on the street lights today. My tube-light switched off and the glow of the dimmed laptop screen fills the room with an eerie hue. I was standing on the balcony, shrouded in the darkness and the chilly November air wisping through my hair..It was as the poets say, a still night! Of course, the poets hardly ever account for mosquitoes but still, it was as close to one as I have seen. The soft jingle of Eric Clapton putting in the finishing notes to a song in the background and the crickets chirping somewhere in the darkness, shrouded by a veil of thin mist. It was heavenly, chilling yes, but this kind of thrilled satisfaction is hard to replicate. And then Simon & Garfunkel opened with the all too familiar "Hello darkness my old friend...." and it was perfect. But as is the rule of all good things, they end. And with the closing verses of the song echoing in my ears and the torment of mosquitoes getting unbearable, i walked back in, switched on the l...

Ah! Children's Day...kiddies rejoice.. We used to be given food packets and were allowed to wear "civil" dresses to school as the usual tyrants behind the desks took up a new likable avatar, dressing up and putting up plays and dances and songs.. Sometimes, we were lined up and taken to the nearby theater for movies (they used to edit out the "inappropriate" bits) All in all it used to be a good day, a day to look forward to...  How times change, nowadays they just pack the sub-12year old boys into an auditorium and honour the legacy of Michael Jackson, and his supreme "love" for kids. (Yes, I admit I suffer from mood swings)