read your thoughts

I always make this big deal about being able to write when i am in a mood for it....when i have this sudden inexplicable urge to write.
That does not mean i do not want to write other times...i do but the sudden urge is missing. Right now I am supposedly jobless (well...if I can ignore some not so urgent tasks)....and i am gonna try and write without the sudden urge. Let me see the results.....

So on an eventless and unremarkable day...what can i write about?

Lemme see....
My life....no
My friends.....no
My college......maybe
Goa.....no
My thoughts.......yes...
Its surprising how only one thing determines and fills up our day....what goes on inside our head..

No matter how less you have managed to accomplish one particular day.....if a lot has been going on inside your head , it will never be an unremarkable day for you though it might seem so to others...
Well some people...maybe daydreamers/thinkers might understand the point i am trying to make ...others won’t.
But i am in strong favour of some random thought always being processed in your brain.....surprising but true...the quality of these random thoughts can tell a lot about a person..
What can be the best setting for random thoughts? Maybe a CP lecture by ‘circuute’ guy.
Sitting trying to figure out the shit he 's saying what randomness goes on in your mind?
I’ll analyse my friends..lets see what goes on in their head during the mutha lecture...

Chaachi....9X/GANPAT/phy sux/mehehehe......
Doodie .....WAAAAAAAAAAAVEES man WAAAAAAAVES/cute ;) /ahem

Tuffy .......listens to the guy/messages/ya thaaaaaaaat.../analyzes past day to past hour....
Rash....what shit / lol! / FIFA.....
Prashant...why do we...../why do people.../ realising specialities of some tune he is stuck with....
Bing...GAWWWWWWWWWD..../he wants to EAT...../n sketches the rest of his thoughts.....
Me...well..its my random thoughts that you are reading right nw...

Joblessness and randomness go hand in hand......
Guess it’s my love for randomness that keeps me jobless all the time... :)

starlight

I wish i could make music through words...sometimes things you feel like writing about are too beautiful for words...ordinary for random people but so beautiful inside your head.....

A pool of water surrounded by rocks that look as lifeless as they are.
Doesn’t sound amazing at all....does it?

Lets add few more things now...
Relaxing after a taxing week.....
Lying down with people you love spending time with... gazing at the blue starry sky....
Cool wind blowing through your hair and over your face...and not a single worry to spoil all that....just music going on inside your head...
Constellations ...the Jack Johnson song in my head....and i guess sm random tune in prashant’s. Doodie was humming starlight i think...


Orion.....dark matter...relativity...telepathy....stones hitting the water surface....much to break the silence and much to keep it intact...
You might be saying how the searchlight behind the hills looks so sexy or how orion is kinda different around eleven.....how the place reminds you of Leningrad ....or discussing whether songs in hindi movies streatch for more than a day in the video( ya that..i know)...
I am vaguely aware of all that.....tunes and feelings mixing in my head like colours....dunno what shade ..
Not trying to figure out....no words no music no gesture to describe it...

But if you are like me and you too where lying there at that moment...i guess you would understand.

Starlight
Star bright
The first star i see tonight
Wish i may
Wish i might
May my wish come true tonight

feel aati hai...

My room is not supposed to look or feel like this in the middle of night....packed, warm and cosy. And every time I open the window a little...this bone chilling wind is not supposed to hit my face. All of this reminds me of winter back home. I hate the feel of winter nights...they make you nostalgic and contemplative. I have no clear idea why I share this intense relationship with winter. Maybe because back home winter is the most beautiful time of the year.

Nywho, coming back to Goa....it’s their coldest winter in 78 years. Which is still not much by North Indian standards but enough for,as my friends would say...feel aane ke liye.

Quark starts from tomorrow....and I am really looking forward to the next three days now. The posters are awesome and so is the rest of the decoration. Today B-wing was looking so splendid in the evening. Standing there seeing all those people work...well...feel as rahi thi.

Good days....

A productive Sunday I would say. Well...not in terms of studies ..But finally I managed to write my next blog post. Today Bing’s post got me thinking about a very phashinating thing...the colour of my memories.
Its surprising how each one of my vivid memories is either dominated by bright sunlight or by gray clouds and silver moonlight. Most of these gray and white memories are so intense .They are not about something significant happening back then but about me enjoying the moments for their sheer beauty.....
As a kid, during nights of powercuts, me and my bro would lie down on the roof and gaze at the stars for ages (yes ,the powrecuts would last really long sometimes). The feeling of awe and wonder at their beauty and their mystery would make those moments so amazing.
For the same reason I cherish all these blackout nights here in BITS ....sitting with friends at I_THE SPOT_I gazing at the lights shimmering in the Zuari river and the stars twinkling around the lone naked tree......Even this moment is a beautiful one....sitting and contemplating is my favourite activity.
I feel good.

Musings of a jobless mind

I so wish I could see the Zuari from my room....I hate the fact that my room window overlooks the hostel enclosure. A great view is all that I need to perfect my mental state of joblessness and contemplation on a Sunday afternoon. It’s strange... I want to write...my mind is swelling with random thoughts...but I cannot interpret them somehow and just can’t put them into words. One moment I am thinking of some gray and white memories and the other moment about the pizzas I had last night. Total disconnect. I love randomness....in thoughts and in action. It can be an escape. Can be a process that leads to realisations....analyzing...and almost always, to relief.