Good Bye !!!

Nothing as such. I am going nowhere, just saw Dasvidaniya, and thought to share it. Touching touching touching!!!! (if aurangjeb aka Rai reads this, will say has it even touched your balls?). But the movie was a very relaxing movie. Although the story was predictable but still, it simply has all the flavors of life, which a man wishes to taste, this is what Amar Kaul (Vinay Pathak) wishes to do, before he dies of stomach cancer( like Marpok of Munnai Bhai MBBS - rightly said by Ranvir). "Dasvidaniya" means "Good Bye" in russian, which is evident in the movie, and thats what Amar kaul's love wishes him.

The movie reminded me of all the things in life, I feel are, my prized possessions. All those moments lived till date with all the people I have met have been wonderful. Some times we need to give a break to the life which we are living, to just sit back a relax, ans think and analyze and feel the happyness with a Y, and then start of again. What is important is not to get lost and so busy and so fast in life, that you leave evryone behind. Success can only be celebrated when you are together, else every effort will be invain.

Care for your loved ones !!!!

Another Wednesday

Its been almost 26 hours now and the Police along with the military and the NSG commandos are on mission at the Taj Mahal Hotel and Oberoi Hotel. It is indeed a nightmare for many of us. These are the worst and the most dare attacks, sheer failure of Intelligence of Police, and great work of unity by the Mumbaikars and the Hotel Staff, and equally shameful act by the politicians, who are still busy justifying their correctness, and still giving statements to earn some votes. With all this happening in the financial capital in India, nothing is going to stop, because Mumbai never sleeps, and people will be out with same enthusiasm to work. For the first time ever the Stock Markets were closed in India, due to any king of terror attack. Wonder the Dalal Street and with what indices the exchanges open in the morning.

All said and done, but the damage has already been done. The landmark hotels of Mumbai, which were Icons of the city since a long time were set ablaze by a few crazy guys. Have a look at these. Me and Lokesh were planing to visit Cafe Leopold which is a very famous Restaurant and is also very famous amongst the tourists, has also been stormed by the terrorists, In fact it all started from there. I hope it reopens soon after all this ends. I also wish and pray and request you to do the same for the great politicians of the country, who have started playing there dirty game of Islamic terrorism and Hindu terrorism. Please give them some brains. These pics are from an avid blogger http://arunshanbhag.com/

One last word, do watch the movie A Wednesday, and Mumbai Meri Jaan, they will revive the spirit to fight against our very own conscience, jostled by these attacks.

Departing on Eid

"Uncle don't go for these, they are actually very sweet and not good for you at this time", I said to Burman uncle, Burman aunty said the same and said him to have some other dishes. Actually Burman uncle had diabetes and his sugar level was terribly threatening since last few days. He has also grown very lean since last year when I last saw him. The whole day of Eid was as usual very busy with lots of guests coming over and we were tired, Burman uncle and aunty were the last to come that day. They are one of the dream neighbours which everyone wishes to have. It was the Eid-ul-fitr of 2006, I had to leave for Durgapur in the morning. This kind of departure always makes my Mom very tensed, she never wants me to go the very next day, she was very upset. But as we all were tired we went to sleep. it was 00:30 hrs and somebody was knocking the door heavily, quite loud to wake us up. I went to see what has happened, I saw burman aunty, she was sweating and panting and was knocking the door of Tiwari aunty our next neighbours, I asked aunty what happened and she said gasping a breath, "please call your mummy and papa beta", by the time mom was already out and chinku also came out of his house with Tiwari chacha, we went to burman aunty's house to see what has happened. She was running allover, was very confused and worried, I saw uncle lying in the bed, semi concious. Tiwari chacha asked chinku to take out the Car, I went to aunty and asked mom to take care of her, I picked up Burman uncle in my hands and took him out of the bed room, we had no time to think. I said we will take him to the Mission hospital as it was just five minutes from our place. I brought him out of his house, and I sat at the rear seat , tiwari chacha handed over burman uncle in my hands, I was holding him. Chinku started the car, burman uncle was falling short of breath, I opened the window, Tiwari chacha and Papa said they are coming in bike and we moved, suddenly Burman uncle had a heart attack, I was able to feel that, I looked for his breath, he was breathing, I then took my arms from his back and pressed his heart twice, he was breathing. I was very confused and a bit terrified too, nothing such has happened with me before. He turned his face towards me and was trying to say something, he gave a very intense look at me, but then he turned his face the other way, I was holding him in my hands as we hold a kid. We reached the hospital very soon. Me and chinku carried Burman uncle to the emergency ward and asked the nurse to call the doctor immediately. She said in a very sleepy voice to wait for ten minutes, and she called the doctor. Before doctor could come, Papa, Mummy, Tiwari chacha, Burman aunty every one was there in the hospital. Doctor came in and straight away went to see the patient. We were outside waiting for him to come. He came and burman aunty started crying loud, and it was so loud in that very hour that we couldn't even listen to what doctor said. But I could make out what he has said, he called us and asked what happened, we told him the same, and he said "He departed when you were on the way to the hospital".

The next morning I was in train, and was remebering the look of burman uncle which he gave me with his last breath. I was thinking of this departure on Eid in my entire journey.....

Bittu's your uncle

It was the Christmas vacation of 2007 going on, I was sitting on the veranda of my house watching the kids playing cricket in the road next to my house, something which we started there some 12 years back, when I was in 6th std. as we were amongst the first residents of Kamlanagar. Suddenly some body hit the ball and it landed in our house, I came out of my thoughts and was looking for the ball to return it to the kids. I saw a very cute looking boy of some 7-8 years coming towards me, he said "Uncle mai ball le loon (Uncle shall I take the ball)". I was shocked and was looking at him with my face having an awestruck look, somebody said from behind "are ye uncle nahi hai ye to bhaiya hai, abhi inki shaadi nahi hui hai, shaadi ke baad ye uncle ho jayenge, haina bhaiya"( He is not uncle yet coz he is not married, after marriage he will be uncle). I quietly picked up the ball and gave them, and came back and told this to my Mom, I am just 21, Mummy and we both started laughing and I realised that when I was of their age I used to address people of those age in same manner. And now on 9th sep 2008, I was officially crowned the tag of Chacha for my sweet sweet niece has stepped into this world of ours. So no more fearing from hearing somebody saying me that, coz I am officially one now. My niece is an amazing kid and was just 3.6kg when she was born!!!!! After all Bob's not her uncle, bittu's her uncle.

There is a huge discussion in the family going on for what should we call her, I prefer her nickname to be Gappu or Maggi, coz she is just like that ekdum GOL GAPPA and as sweet as a kid can be. I would appreciate if you people can suggest some nicks for her......

Hotel California

There is something damn special about this song, my words for praising or giving you the stats will fall short for sure, for that refer wikipedia.  I would like to mention that Navpreet sang HC in Peerless Inn and I missed that. People said it was damn good. There are very good rumors about this song which I feel are worth mentioning here.

1)  The Eagles song "Hotel California" is about a real Hotel California in Baja California. The Eagles stayed there, wrote music there, they spent money, did drugs, and fooled around with tons of women they didn't remember the next day there. All of the partying, the air of hedonism and monetary excess, made them feel a little uneasy after a while. The song is a warnings to other young artists not to fall into the same trap.

2) The basic premise is that the song is about a Christian church that was abandoned (or otherwise vacated) in 1969, and was taken over by an occultic group (usually Satan worshippers). For some unknown reason, it became known as the "Hotel of California".

3) Eagles are Satan worshippers, and that Satan appears in the window on the "Hotel California" album jacket.

4) Eagle's megaplatinum song "Hotel California" was about Aleister Crowley's mansion near Loch Ness, and the weird goings-on that supposedly happened there; including such "clues" as the line "...they stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill The Beast" (Crowley's nickname). It's even been said that if you look on the album cover, you can see Satanic High Preist Anton LeVey in one of the windows.

Some more if you aren't satisfied..... there is some more in store for you:

The Eagles were well-known Satan worshippers.

"The Eagles" can be rearranged to spell "gales (of) heet," meaning the winds of hell.

An old Christian church in California was abandoned in 1969 and taken over by the Church of Satan. It is this church that is referred to by the lyrics, "We haven't had the spirit here since 1969," and "This could be Heaven, this could be Hell."

It is in this church that Anton LeVey (referred to as "the master" in the song) wrote The Satanic Bible, and because he let his followers stay there while he was writing, it became known as the Hotel California.

The lyric, "They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the Beast," refers to the enduring power of Satan.

Members of the Church of Satan often have to lie about their membership (just as they are encouraged to lie as a matter of course), and this is referred to in the lyric, "What a nice surprise, bring your alibis."

Church of Satan members take an oath that is binding even after their death, hence the lyrics, "You can check out at any time you like, but you can never leave" and "We are all just prisoners here of our own device."

On the Hotel California album jacket, High Priest of the Church of Satan Anton LeVey appears in one of the windows.

On the back of the album cover a dead man -- sacrificed by LeVey himself -- is shown propped up by a mop.

The Hotel California album was a best seller, which it couldn't have been without help from the forces of darkness.

I wonder if any of these is true though Don Henley has denied it. But there is certainly a Hotel California located at Todos Santos, Los Cabos, Baja California Sur, Mexico.

These are the pics of Hotel California, and they quite resemble on in the Album cover, don't they? I wish if i could I can go to The Hotel California, stay there and listen to the song.

Whatte fun it would be!!!

 

Raipur – Nagpur Superfast

After the long vacations of four years ended (this statement is according to the status message of some of my friends over G-talk) and I cam back home it was quite a relief. I had only 8 days to spend with my Mom and Dad. It was there anniversary also on 10^th May and then had to leave for Bangalore. I went Raipur with Mom and Dad. It was almost after a year I went there. It is always great fun in Badi mummy’s place (We call it Quarter). Whenever I am in quarter I am in my high spirits, and this is since very childhood. We ordered a Black Forest cake for the anniversary and went Mezbaan for dinner. It is a nice Garden restaurant and with 16 people it is bound to be fun. I had hell lot of things there. But I had to get up in the morning at 5AM to catch my train to Nagpur. I had to fly to Bangalore from Nagpur. I got up shaved, took bath and got ready to go to meet my beloved and dearest friends in Nagpur. Anu and Bharti, there is something damn special about these sisters, they are and will be my greatest buddies. I reached Nagpur and Rohit, Bharti and Anu were there to pick me up. We went Haldiram's to get some sweets and then reached KT Nagar in Santosh Kumar Uncle’s apartment. A nice cozy house, which always remains lively. Uncle and Banti greeted me. Aunty finished her pooja and came out to meet me. I was seeing uncle after 7 years and aunty after 4 years. The last time I met her was when I was to join Engineering and now I was an engineer. Aunty seems very much like my Badi Mummy and Uncle like Bade papa. They both are very good human beings. And they started doing what they are best in, Hosting. Yes, Bharti prepared Pizza and then Anu brought some chips, Kachori and cold drinks and all of them started to bug me to eat. Aunty was preparing Chicken Biryani in the kitchen. Had lots of chat with kanha and banti, they both are really kool guys. They believe in having fun in whatever they do. I like such people. I was exploring their home and talking of various things. We had lunch and then again after lunch aunty packed Nariyal Ke Laddu and some Bhujia for me in a box. I don’t know how the time passed and we reached Airport. And as the trio did me last time when I was there, this time also they took me to the Archies store and loaded me with gifts. The trio which came to pick me also dropped me to the airport. And I boarded Dhakkan (Deccan) to Bangalore. Thinking again of what has just happened, something I was leaving behind, I know very well what it was….

The Last Journey

No it’s not the last journey of my life. It’s just the last journey from College to home. Now onwards, no more reservations to Durgapur, no more reservations back home. A lot, literally a lot has happened since I left the college on 2^nd May 2008. I had a very awkward feeling of leaving the college, to add some spices to it, so many weird things happened that evening. I and Chandu had a plan to go to Howrah in the morning and enjoy the whole day shopping in Calcutta. We wanted to do so to avoid the melodrama which was supposed to take place when we were to leave. But, it was all our style Icon’s Idea to go by Bus to Howrah station we had to agree to it, considering all the Final year students who were going by Mumbai Mail were going by the same bus. The journey was as usual delayed because of the people sobbing at the college main gate, trying to wish good bye to other folks who were to leave the college some time later. I very well remember man’s eyes which were completely red and he was crying holding me. Finally we took away with loud screams, we couldn’t even move the first 45 minutes and bhadaaam goes the rear right tyre of the bus. We stopped at a dhaba near by and grabbed the cold drinks to avoid the nasty Heat of the Highway. We somehow got over with that, the driver replaced the tyre, and we continued to move. We couldn’t exceed the speed as the replaced tyre was an old one and was worn out and the Grand Trunk road was quite heated up to burst a worn out tyre. As usual any DGP group is bound to enjoy, we were enjoying the ride, with a few first year lads making all sorts of noises. I thought although we had spend 250 bucks and me and Chandu were planning to leave early by train, but the last ride with the people who are famous in the college to very much enjoy there group The great Mathhus, was worth it.

The persons who seemed most effected by leaving the college were Rai and Murthy. Both of them were not able to believe that the college life was over. The case was same with me, but I as always, was trying to behave in a more mature way. During the journey I was looking outside the window, trying to give a final look to the farms and lands of West Bengal the land of great personalities and culture, the land of Roshogullas (although we always thought that they are made much better in the other parts of the country than in Bengal and it was all because of Dulal Da and other Singhara Mishti vendors who made our hostel corridor no less than a railway Platform, with there Mishti which had a very unknown smell), The land of beautiful girls, those in our college never fulfilled this condition. I was told by my senior Rahul Malviya when I was in first year that, “This land is known for beautiful girls, but I haven’t seen good girls here although this is a place where girls have huge and bulging boobs, so it also called Breast Bengal.” I always tried to visualize the truth in that statement of Malviya in the first year of my college life. And to my surprise I found it true to some extent. I don’t know when I will go back to that place. The very famous Madhuri Dixit's song ‘Ankhiyan Milaun Kabhi Ankhiyan Churaun’ was on the screen of our video coach. There were a few intimate scenes in some of the songs specially “Tip Tip barsa paani” and all the first year guys and girls went oooh aaah.

I was looking at those videos and didn’t know when the time passed. We were merely 30Kms from Howrah station and Bhadaam goes the tyre again. It was a deafening sound. I gave a look at my cell phone. It was already 7:10 PM. We had our train at 8:30PM from Howrah station. It was quite a trouble, if I missed the train today, I will miss my connecting train to Shahdol from Bilaspur station. We had to hurry up. We unloaded our luggage and called the bus owner. He arranged for 5 Taxis, it was 7:30 PM by then. The taxis couldn’t take us to the station because it took at least one and half hour from there. We decided to go to the nearest railway station and catch a Local train to Howrah. We all hopped into the taxis and reached the local station. I quickly went down and took the tickets for all of us and rushed towards the platform. We had to wait for 5 minutes for the local train to arrive. It arrived somehow every one got into it. Few great people like our dear Bulla were carrying hell lot of luggage with them. He was carrying a trunk with him, and it was quite a hurdle race for him to catch the Local. We were approaching Howrah station. It was 8:10PM and I called Tippu who was already there in Howrah station and asked him from which platform will Mumbai Mail depart? He called me back and informed me it is on platform 21. We reached platform 6, as expected the world’s busiest railway station was busy as always. We moved quickly towards platform 21. I saw Tippu standing near the platform 21 he carried my luggage and I finally reached S5. We all managed to somehow catch the train, but the man with Trunks our LED missed the train. How can someone catch a train carrying a trunk of his size. Bulla and a first year guy missed the train. I called Bulla and said not to worry, and asked him to go to the reservation counter, where he can find many agents who will get him the ticket of Gitanjali Express. And he finally got a ticket to Mumbai.

We were lying happily in our berths. I messaged, Rai trying to console him. He also managed to catch his train to Bangalore. We couldn’t have dinner that night. We managed with biscuits and cold drinks. We were still thinking about what has happened the whole day. It was the most exciting catches I have ever made. I was happy about reaching in time and catching my connecting train. But some more excitement was kept for us in store. It was 3^rd May 2008 00:05 AM I got up and looked outside, we were at the world’s longest platform. I was feeling very sleepy. I slept again. I got up after a few minutes due to some noise in my bogie. I looked outside we were still at Kharagpur station. My goodness, I looked at my cell phone it was 1:30 AM. But me lazy ass, I went to sleep again. I got up once again after a few hours. I got up and enquired what has happened. We were at Muri Junction. I had never seen that station in the route earlier. I went to the platform and enquired what has happened. A goods train went off track a few kilometers ahead of Kharagpur. It would take more than 8-9 hours to clear the track. And so, our train was following a different route. It was to happen of which I was worried, I will definitely miss my train. I went to S12, Mahore and group was there. I was talking with Jeenu. A train arrived in the adjoining platform. To our surprise the train in the platform was Gitanjali Express. We saw Bulla sitting there, people went there and asked him if he wanted to come back to Mumbai Mail. But our train was supposed to move towards Ranchi by then. It was very less time left for Bulla to again carry his luggage and catch Mumbai Mail. They finally took a right decision by not allowing Bulla to change train again. We were moving towards Ranchi now. I decided to go and sleep again as it is of no use thinking and discussing what has happened. I finally reached Bilaspur station. Our whole year got down to wish good bye to me. We used to do this when seniors left earlier. I missed my connecting Train and had to catch a Passenger train to reach Shahdol. I finally reached home at 11:00 PM in the evening. I hugged mom, I was seeing her after four long Months. I had my dinner and went to bed thinking of the adventures of my last journey.....

It ends here......

No not the Blog. My exams of B.Tech course at NIT Durgapur. The exam is in morning and I still wonder if I am fully prepared for it (just kidding...actually I haven't even prepared half of the syllabus). But it hardly matters....coz I have done so for the other exams as well, and I have done surprisingly well to become a B.Tech.

I am loving this...its great to blog at such times....when you are feeling as if even a second of studying can be your savior but still you are busy pouring your feelings into your blog. Actually I was trying to sleep but i just couldn't. Was thinking of the first exam I wrote in this Institute. In the morning I will be writing my last exam here (hopefully). I am actually having mixed feelings....I just don't want to cry when I will leave this place...reason known to a few people close to me. But I am not sure about the Tear Glands of my eyes, they can burst at any moment. Still I will try my best to keep myself away from this. I am actually busy gathering all the memories and finishing of the pending work to get clearance from the insti. Have loads of work and very little time left....I don't want to cry when I leave this place but I would certainly beg for some more time if I can spend here at this place......I actually love this for no reason....or....coz of infinitely many reasons.

Let me try to sleep now.......and if I fail to sleep, I will take out kakuro and will go to CCD.

All the best to me for my exam ECE 826 CAD for VLSI (Gr88 I remember the subject code)


PS: Kakuro is my dear friend Vikas Kakkar......we call him Kakuro though it sounds as some Japanese Car it is actually some variant of sudoku...Vaiv knows it better.

5 minutes for blogging.....

Yeah !!!!

This is good...I am sparing time for my blog. Its quite a time since my last post. I was involved in quite a lot of things during these days. Yes the final semester end-term exams are going on. just one more paper left for being a B.tech degree holder. But actually i wasn't busy in exam stuff, but had quite a lot of things apart from this ( Project, Assignment, Vivas, Seminar, Farewell party, etc. etc).

And I thought that its better to enjoy the moments and then update the blog later on, when I will be having a hell lot of things to write about. But still, I though that i should spare at least 5 minutes for blogging. So came this post. Just to remind you now there are only 6 days left of my being in Durgapur, so I just want to involve myself in all kind of shit full masti sessions with my dear friends, whom I am going to miss like anything.

Please throw some light on DC Block .

A DC block is nothing more than a capacitor that has low series reactance at the RF frequency, and allows you to separate DC voltages along a transmission line. A parallel coupled line can also serve as a DC block. DC blocks can be placed in the "hot" conductor of a transmission line such as coax, or the ground plane, or both, as shown below. Many vendors offer coaxial DC blocks in all three arrangements. When would you want a DC block in the ground plane? Perhaps you want to inject a voltage onto the source of a shunt FET, which is grounded to your fixture. Users of this type of DC block must be aware that their equipment could provide a voltage when they touch it. Careful where you drop that wrench!

But I would also like to mention there is one more kind of DC Block. Of which the people of NIT Durgapur are very much aware of and in no time the whole nation and then the whole world will be. Please see the image below, I feel I have thrown enough light on him. For those who know him need no explanation, and those who don't have to meet him... contact me for that.

He is actually my all time prey. Not only mine actually he is every one's prey in the college. Even on Birthday of someone else, the guy who gets GPL is DC. He tries to act very smart and is always trying to bug someone, but what actually happens is people start bugging him and he remains helpless with a very stupid toothy grin on his face. There are many features of DC which I will keep on revealing and also all those incidences when he begged for mercy..."Zishan yaar plz plz...plz bhai....". Aah I love all this, actually he is one of the finest guys I have met on earth. There are many things being said about mine and his relationship and we enjoy it a lot when people talk about us (Haina DC). Any ways will talk about all these things some other time, Please put your comments on this very nature of your beloved DC.....

Today is Day 2 of Recs and I am in full mood to enjoy it. I will inform you soon about the Day 1 as soon as I collect all the Pictures of Day 1.

Engineers of Jihad

It’s very true. It is reflected in our activities, in India it is irrespective of the cast or creed. In general the mentality of the engineers is of those of extremists, not in the crude sense, but when it comes to something very close to our heart, we are extremists to an extent. Things have changed over the years. Days of REC, people say were even more horrible. Students are involved in many activities which are different from the league like disputes with locals, Buses and Cinema Halls were burnt by the students and there was tremendous terror of the RE College student in and around Durgapur. Not only in this part of the country. The story was same allover the country.

Was wondering just to find out what is the reason of this kind of mindset, and could only come to the conclusion that, the way things happen around us, we don’t accept it without a proper reason and unless rational that sounds very absurd to us. I do believe that the engineers around the world, especially in the developing countries (or deprived nations) have the same mindset. Engineers also have some inclination towards religion. Most of the terrorist Organizations have their Think Tanks comprised of engineers. The demand of engineers is equal in all possible domains. So how can the terrorists stay behind?

In my search for this question related to the mindset of the Engineers and the reason why more and more terrorists group recruit Engineers I came across this paper. Download it and go through it once, and you will feel the importance of engineers in this very aspect as well.

Real Ecstacy

Its time here in Durgapur when you can smell the summer. The sun has already started showing its rage, but its just the trailer, there is much more to come. But but but.....we are all set to simply beat the heat by raising the temperatures even above what mother nature has in store for us. Yeah you got it right. Its time for RECSTACY- the annual youth festival of NIT D. This time the plans for the event are even more devastating. A grand 4 Day-4 Night celebration with some of the best performers across the country......and million decibels of sound just to move the earth beneath you.

We all are desperately waiting for it. Specially the kids of our "1/2 P n T gang" have already made the plans for wearing their awesome costumes, with which they are going to rock the fest. I being the Honorable Co-founder of the Gang need to mention here that we formed this group when we were Sophomores and we badly rocked the 2k6 edition of the fest. This time it being our last Recs, we are all set to make it very special. We are having a lot of plans but we very well know that nothing is going to work, because they have never worked for us, we've always done thing instantaneously, and believe me those have worked always worked.

One more thing for which Recs is famous for is - Revenge , yes it is the time where you can take out all your frustration on someone whom you don't like in the campus - student, teacher anyone. If somebody has misbehaved with your girl or some prof has given you the chance to taste supply, or the guy with whom your ex-girlfriend is now going around with, or with someone who has messed with you in cricket ground, even if you have no reason to hit someone you are invited to do so. That to in front of thousands of people and some great performer on stage. People wait for this very desperately and arrive in the arena with their blankets, just cover your target with blanket and start showing your love on him till he begs you for mercy. The survival of the fittest , strongest ( this is the person who is having more no. of friends to support)

This recs is going to be real fun. The janta here at NIT D is all set to enjoy the max they can and dance till death. Just waiting for 3rd of April to arrive....

Keep looking for more fun.....

Yours forever.....

I am alone when through the woods,

I am alone even with my books,
I am alone when with friends,
will I be alone even when time ends?

Lonely I feel amidst the crowd,
I miss you even at cricket ground,
I miss you the whole day, throughout;
will I be alone even when life goes unbound?

I am song about her,
I am game about her,
I am aura about her,
Lord, when will I be with her??


Life is so numb without her,
Let me get a glimpse of her,
I am desperately in need of her,
Merciful !! won't you pour mercy shower


Lord is this our fate,
or our tryst is heaven.....

- Zishan

A subtle begining....

Yes...
Its been quite a time...
I was constantly thinking of this, of having my own blog. My all previous attempts of having a Blog were in vain. I have just now removed those. I've heard people saying that if we fail we should destroy all the evidences that we ever made an attempt. I wonder if it really works, rather I feel those evidences will remind you of your failure and will help you not to repeat the same mistakes.

I some times go on talking bullshit not with people, but often with myself. Yeah I do... for example I am wondering now what is the use of this blogging which I am doing. I know myself, and I wonder that there is anyone who cares to know about me or read what I am writing. But still as I have decided I will write. So, I will write down everything I feel like sharing with you, things which have happened to me..incidences, feelings, emotions, achievements, and all sorts of shit that I produce, the way I piss off my friends specially DC, my hobbies, and my weird hobbies, and of my past which i cherish sometimes....yes I do....hmmm I do.... yeah I really do.

I also feel that some day I will disclose to the people who have been very acutely asking me what is this "Purple" doing with me??
Till then keep wondering.....

I am actually enjoying it !!!!!!