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What was supposed to be a productive day of studying for the exams has turned out as it was ’supposed’ to not in theory which was ’studying’ but wasting the day away, with the total freedom to do so. Took a leave, donned the cassock ( haha), did the dishes and watched TV. And sometime while I was engrossed in the act of doing the dishes I thought how life would be easier if I was involved in some menial labor like that. Having something like that for a job without having to bother all the complications involved in the act of thinking about development or the irony of the act of the policy making process etc. Of course there’s a bit of thinking involved in cleaning the dishes too. But nothing to do with the theory and realities of the cleaning process etc.

I am listening to the same old ‘wakka lagdo’ collection of songs in my computer. Thankfully I like this song ‘ Waiting for a girl like you’ by Foreigner. Like would be an understatement. I lop it! I love the voice of this guy whoever he is, the music, the ambience it creates everything..makes me want to close my eyes and relax. The weather won’t let me relax though. Its hot, irritating hot. Working on computers only makes me feel hotter. Why do I like the song anyways? It is because T included this song in the first collection of songs he gave me or anyone ever did till that point of time? Do I think that anyone will ever sing the song for me like teenagers and mean it? Hahaha. Why think? Didn’t I take the leave because I was tired of thinking too much? …another song from the same wakka lagdo collection.Why did I start writing this blog in the first place? To say I want to be a dishwasher? To say I like a cheesy song or just because I assumed writing would make me feel cool (in terms of the temperature). …I have lost my sense of purpose here though it’s foolish to seek ‘purpose’ in everything ever written! Amen.

It’s been a bad week and the recent entries are really depressing. Nonetheless, I am not as ‘detached’ from everything as I sound. It’s just hard blogging about personal betrayals without getting personal and expressing them from a safe angle turns into what the prior entries turned out to be. Phew! What a wild ride it turned out to be. It sucks to be lied to more than anything else. Jehos, let me and move on….Here are a few happy pictures to start with: places I visited, a new born baby, a bit of modeling and some ‘Je payo tehi’ shots….

Hattiban ( on the way to Dakshinkali)

Friends

Ladybird

Landscape

The baby stops crying when held this way!

A little boy looking at a very lil boy ( a few days old)

Baby sheds old skin :)

as seen on the green glass window

हवाईजहाज

Republica

Bud Buddies

Hattiban ( on the way to Dakshinkali)

The Fool

I sat down to write something sensible yesterday. I couldn’t. It made some sense but it was clichéd crap. Words like ‘Though’, ‘But’, ‘ And’ repeated themselves so many times that I had to stop before I thought I could publish that ’sin’ of mine. I believe in what a writer once said, everyone has the freedom to write whatsoever one wishes to but one shouldn’t publish all crap that has been written. Though blogs and personal diaries can be filled with them! Clarity has never been my cup of tea either so let me jot down some messy thoughts of mine and experience a bit of freedom. I’ll begin with you. Not YOU if you are thinking it could be on YOU, but you.