late post...

Its one of those times that I become too lazy to write in my blog...but still...
Law school and all..very hectic.
A lazy bum that I am, i give this link to all our antics in HNLU..
as in me and my friends...
http://www.outlaw-outstandinglawyers.blogspot.com/
enjoy reading it!! :D \m/

STRIKE!

The word "strike"..read as "striking"...its because there are so many things that have lately "struck" me..

1. My best friend is one of the best things happened to me. And one lil scrape on her leg can send me into fits of tears!

2. I cant bear to see my father operating in the operation theatre. I fainted the first and the last time I did!

3. I'm suddenly more glad than before that I didn't opt for Science.

4. I love horses! new found hobby : horse riding.

5. I'm either going to scrape through one of the top natinal law colleges OR not make it by 2-3 marks! *frustrating sigh*

6. I need to study for the "back up".

7. I need to start writing sense here!

Thats it! 7 is my lucky number! :P :P

play play n PLAY!

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The Slap from the Past

Its one of those days today..where u feel..actually feel the past hitting back. Screaming to u to not do the same mistake again. And you do it. And your Past just slaps u! *thaapaaat*
Its like getting back with your ex knowing somewhere in the back of your mind that its not gonna work, and then it ends. Its like crushing on the old neighbourhood boy all over again when u see his profile picture on facebook, when he STILL doesnt even "know" u.
It can be anything, u know..just that the mistakes we make..we learn, but we still cant control making those mistakes again, sometimes. The age old proverb "A burnt child dreads fire" just cannot be applied to some cases in one's life. Isn't it?
As in..u know u have to study and u remember wasting time and not getting good marks..but yet when exams are round the corner u STILL waste time!

Making mistakes is human..making the same mistakes again? what is it?
Bechaara Past is soo tired of slapping people again and again!
May be one could sum it up like this..."having loved and lost is okay, but having found again and loved and lost all over again (with the same person tho) is foolishness, may be"


P.S: i guess there are too many "may be s" in the post..errr..may be..:P

Smoking Away

Her dimples seen as she smiled,

The lustrous hair shined,

Puffing up in the air,

He could see the light,

Within her, beneath the boldness, through the smoke,

Pure, Innocent and untouched,

The boundaries of her heart,

Hiding the storm behind a calm,

The deep eyes spoke with a charm,

The walls so high,

Break them not could anybody,

But as she puffs away,

Her innocence seems fake,

Gazing at her, she looked at him,

Deep into her eyes his bore,

Sensing all the love she never knew,

As he still gazed, Captivated,

By the innocence that revelled in the smoke,

And a moment passed that would last forever with him,

As she turned away and smoked again,

Turned back to him,

And smiled through her luscious red lips,

Weak in the knees he was,

As she walked towards him,

Coming close, he could smell her cologne,

As she leaned forward and ordered a drink at the bar,

Gone like the wind she was, smooth and swift,

He still could smell the cologne and the brush of her skin,

And Desire crept in,

He looked at her again and saw the same raw beauty,

Smoking away to glory..

The Untouchable

Shunned by the world,

Sit I in the corner,

Numb,betrayed and hurt,

All these people-oh so curt,

The cruelty that I bear,

Wrong that I hear,

Abuses that ring,

Auible to the heart as well,

No warmth, no gesture of kindness,

Untouched I was, Untouched I am, still,

Basking in the Modern Era,

I longed to be accepted,

To feel Love, Kndness and Wrmth,

But all i get is Wrath,

All 'cuz I was born not at the heights,

But at a level so low,

That I was only always asked to bow,

I was, The Untouchable...and still am The Untouchable...

In reference to the prevalence of Untouchability in India..which is still practised in the rural areas although it has been abolished under article 17 of the Cnstitution...

As you grow old

Open those shutters,
Wide awake you see,
Far away from the tale,
Heard once in May,
Pretty fairies bathe, flowers, mirth everywhere,
Now see nothing thee,
Only barren dust all around,
As reality strikes,
Nothing is left but sand,
Clutch it harder,lose it faster,
Memories of childhood to cherish,
As long as thee shall perish,
Eternal joy of youth,
Etched in the mind for life,
Now that thee are wretched,
Beneath the wrinkles that show,
Only the deep eyes that glow,
Reminiscing about the past of gold,
As you grow old..