For me trying to solve a question by Mr MKM is like rediscovering anti gravity.only that it won't be so publicly talked about or held for any reference,nor would it give rise to endless debates and discussions.while only two or three students are trying to solve the perilous riddle, golu is set on grilling the teacher!I think that he should join forces with the 'indian police' ,he would be of great help and would surely excel in the field.as usual he has mr mkm confused.today even dada has something to say, 'some valuable inputs'.these are 'strange days' when dada has inputs for the teacher instead of those sitting around him.

i know all this sounds like an essay on my class,but i had a great sleep and my mind is refusing to let go.and instead of the stuttering MKM i can clearly hear 'hunger strike' ringing in my head.

this is motta's register and i know he'll kill me for writing in it but this is the only thing that can get me through this class .and i cant afford to think of the future when the teacher and the almighty sleep are trying to hump my sanity.Great!!! the class is over,good bye, every one.

useless

K.P back to it's working state...us back to practice...
amrit playing great,alex leading,pablo as usual smooth , nani our new member (he says so) and 'i' .... i am again the weaker link and thats inspite of nani.got to wake up ,take a few steps and start playing some music.notes are like my enemy and i don't even know them(someone once said 'know your enemies better than your friends' or something to that effect).E,A,B,C sharp...none of it makes too much sense to me and i aspire to be in a band!!! its as sad as is it funny when i have to look at some tabulature before touching the strings.my fingers are moving fine, they follow the beat and the rythm poses no question,but after these many months 'satisfaction' is the only song i am prepared with and it's not a satisfying feeling.

the river and the whore....

it's quite dark now
i wonder if she is afraid,
i would be terrified had i been left there
what now.....
too many years passed by but
she stands...

the day surrrounds her with
chants , curses and laughters ,
nights are not so kind though,
ocassional passers byes...
a few men ,
trying to forget the day
while she tries to remember it ,
another bunch who reside in another world , but
she stands....

an old willow , humming of her saviour,
her forsaken saviour and the day ,
she mocks herself , demeans her life ...
the river provides solace to a thousand but
aside her it does nothing but frustate her
maybe she could provide solace to others .
she does ...that's why
she stands.....

red

I love to hatE
While most hate to lovE , Reasons are irrelevanT ,
Being irrelevant is no reason to stoP।

Don't stop till you find love ,



Till love finds you will be too latE ,better late than never ,
Never has love won in the human historY ,
History repeats itselF , don't repeat your mistakes Or the past ,
Don't make mistakes AND you won't regret it ,






Regret kills today , Today is tomorrow for the pessimisT ।
they look at the sun and say it burnS ,
sunburns turn the skin red ,
Red is the colour of devil...
devil is a concept
so is GOD,
Show me god,
Who am I;
Does anybody know me,
have you seen me,
have I seen ME,
the mirror says so ,I dont believe It....
May be he lies...but,
But it's not supposed to,

My skin!!!!Its burnin,maybe its the sun
or the Devil...


Its red.