There was this period late last year when college was all about making up long winded stories about profs , the bureaucracy and certain self important specimens in our class. S and I would always promise each other that we would write all these master pieces down, for the future benefit of mankind. Neither of us actually got down to doing it, believing in its permanence. I would often ask her, and she would laugh off the (then) seemingly impossible idea of us not laughing.
I almost feel the world got envious of these times when we forgot it existed.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
About Me
My Blog List
-
-
NATION FIRST, PARTY NEXT, SELF LAST5 years ago
-
Come here, 2017.7 years ago
-
Location, location, location8 years ago
-
I cannot write.9 years ago
-
-
Disillusioned13 years ago
-
Popular Posts
-
Things I don’t want to forget about the trichy trip 1. The fact that I got permission to take off with friends for the first time. I still c...
-
Its nine. A, L and I drive back in a haze, after a slew of phone calls, reminding us that it is raining. We stop at A’s place, the light dri...
-
Jayanagar was a distant far flung alien place for a true blue malleswaram kid like me, it was a place which cropped up in conversations with...
-
OF FLYING CAPS There are so many instances when you laugh your head off but that moment just dissipates leaving you with a light feeling in ...
-
Yedyurappa came visiting, to pay his respects to our 8th cross ganesha ,tv9 in tow on the day the government was sworn in, seeing our gane...
-
every Sunday at about nine in the morning as I sit devouring the sunday supplement, the sound of conche would resound, and I would automatic...
-
I’m done with exams, fifth set of semester exams to be precise. It’s not some great thing to be blogging about on new year’s eve, but well t...
-
I just feel like writing. There was a sudden pang of fear in the morning when I realized what if I had to put something down and I just coul...
-
Well past the submission deadline, we sat in the ladies room giving finishing touches to our microprocessor’s record. My friend who came in ...
-
characters shivu- my 12 year old cousin sister sanku 9 year old dragon ballzee obsessed brother me - the clairvoyant grown up (hahha) sanku ...
Pages
Labels
- ananth kumar (1)
- Appa (1)
- arghhhhhhhh (1)
- being home (1)
- books (1)
- call it whatever you want (1)
- career (1)
- Chennai (1)
- college (2)
- deepavali (1)
- elections (1)
- emotions (2)
- emotions-gah (1)
- exams (4)
- family (3)
- farex (1)
- friends (4)
- ganesha (1)
- home (1)
- i cant sleep (1)
- i cant write (1)
- incessant tv watching (1)
- irrational (1)
- jaitley (1)
- jayanagar (1)
- karma (1)
- karnataka elections (2)
- laughter (1)
- malleswaram (4)
- mango (1)
- nit (1)
- nonsense (1)
- nostalgia (1)
- not my day (1)
- parents (1)
- PD (1)
- people (1)
- personal (2)
- poetry (1)
- poetry by padma which is harmful for health (1)
- poetry which will make me flinch later (1)
- politics (1)
- rant (2)
- summer (1)
- sundays (1)
- Thatha (1)
- travel (1)
- unvent (1)
- VENT (1)
Followers
Powered by Blogger.
2 comments:
What a post!! too damn good this is :)
.. +1
Post a Comment