The Conferences of the Coffee Confederates

Not so long, long ago, in a place not so far, far away, there was a coffee machine.
This remarkable coffee machine was located in front of a gate, and under the stairs of an otherwise unremarkable building.
Everyday in the evenings, after their classes, a group of six met at this coffee shop.
Several things were discussed over a cup of coffee,including the mouths of horses, the texture of puffs, cycle reddys, which hostel was BETTER-THAN who's, and new ways to be rude to someone.

Then one day, the coffee machine was moved out, and the conferences stopped.
It wasn't necessarily the coffee machine's fault that this happened.

Some have gone home now, but in another three months, these six people will return.
Perhaps then, sometime, they should meet over a cup of coffee.

Eh? Whatsay?

As the World Turns...

We all experience things in life
Trials and Tribulations
That we all must go through
When someone wants to test us
When someone tries our patience

I dont know why this world keep turning
Round and Round
But I wish it would stop,
and let me off right now

- Eminem, "As the World Turns"

Dreams, Dreams go away

ever spent time wondering how life would be a few years from now? setting targets for yourself? expected a certain minimal amount of development from yourself? ever wondered how things would change with a new locale? a new place to adapt to? new people to know and waste time with? ever had DREAMS?

how many have actually materialized?

normally, such things wouldnt really come into your basic thought process. normally. but while trying to clean your room, if you come across some long forgotten relic of your past, it makes you stop and think for a while. as you go through the worn out pages, you feel like you barely know the guy writing it. the style of writing is too different. the pages are scribbled in a handwriting you could swear are not your own. the cliches arent as badly used and abused as they are now. the ambitions are nowhere near what they are now. the mentality is alien. the whole thought process just doesnt ... feel right.

when you come across a diary you kept at some time in your distant past, some people say the memories come flooding back. they claim to want to relive those days again. not me, hell no. never did cling to the past. no memories come flooding back. just bitter disapointment.

whatever happened to that guy?

->ap0c4lyp53

PS : the last of the exams for this sem are over, two years up. almost halfway through.

Apr 8th: Happy Birthday Ganand

It is Apr 8th today... Ganand's birthday.

Happy Birthday Ganand!

Here is my favourite birthday song for this occassion:

Hum bhi agar bachche hote
Hum bhi agar bachche hote....
Naam hamara hota Abloo Babloo...
Khaane ko milte laddoo,
Aur duniya kehti...
Heppi Burrday to you!