Oh those Golden Days!!!!!

Definitely 1997-2001 would be considered as the golden period of my life!!! Like the golden age of Guptas...the golden age of Shiva. shesssssh!! romba build up la, okk...... read on!!

NO worries, no tensions, no responsibilities, but still old enough to understand everything and completely enjoy life... now thats the time thats going to be with a person forever!! What was I doing that those years..... wel according to official record I was doing my bachelors... Bachelors in Engg. ........................ in truth, i was freaking out on life!!!

Sriram, one of my closest friend, and most importantly my partner in crime during those years.... previously in the class of 10th. Those five years has been a real laugh riot.... starting from making fun of almost every1 to even resorting to eating in school during class.... yes in 10th, in maths class, in the class of teacher who used to pride herself that not one student has in him/her to set a toe out of line, was given scant respect........ The supposed rank students getting yelled at for eating....or should I say dare to eat Mysore Pak (a sweet dish in south India for those who donot know), while chapathis, dosas, idlies were comfortably gobbled down by the criminals sitting in second row. Though I must accept she was a teacher beyond par excellence..........

That was 10th grade..................... now imagine the BE years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Ridiculed for sitting in 1st bench all throughout the study of B.E none realised that its the perfect place to have all the fun you want while portraying the picture of being extremely studious student, which resulted in never being caught!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Can you beat that record???? Never BEEN CAUGHT!!!!
.............................to be contd!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Too early or too late!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So here we go again...... to continue where I left off..... continuation of my rambling...... about a week after my start.

Too Early??

Too Late??

Just right... who knows..... the moment the writer (at least i can assume so) is out of blocks.... a blog will appear..... no particular reason for this blog..... typing on the fly is certainly fun...

It comes naturally for some people to just keep on penning without a concrete thought, a regulated topic.... just write..... for no particular reason, for no particular person!!!! i guess all i needed for this is a lot of spare time and some drive to sit and blabber to no end!!!

Coming to this blog, there is a fair degree of writers block... hence the no aim, no destination chitter here. This makes me think!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

How do the regular blogger keep it up??

Dont they ever face writer's Block??

Dont they ever run out of topics??? What do i have to do to retain the thought??
Y'day night in bed the words just flowed.... now, not a single drop or recollection of that topics..
zilch..none..nada..... just darkness....... and silence.... sooo loud that i can hear it echoing all over the place...............................just silence...............................................................................

Getting on the bandwagon

So here we goo.................

Yet another blogger, who has jumped the bloggin bandwagon!!! Ya like it makes a big difference huh????

Consider total number of blogger to be a very large number= 'n' add another blogger and it becomes 'n+1' so its still a very large number, so this blogger can well be neglected.... well depends on how you look at it, whether you choose to read or neglect, I am finally in.

The thought of blogging was germinating for a loong loong time in my mind, but talk about taking the level of procrastination to new heights.... so much soo that ideas that were there in my mind were erased. But now, just like that, with a sudden spark this blog has been created....any driving force-you ask, I say not, I know not. One fine day I enter my office, log into the system, check my e-mails and I decide this is it, I am blogging now.. talk about impulse decisions.this one takes the cake huh??
So there we have it, another blogger, another guy who has the capacity to ramble on (at least he thinks he can ramble.. only time will tell!!!) ... calling it reflections of dangerous mind (dangerous, foolish, irrasicble what ever mind....... as long as there is a mind) and about to set out on a journey thats new to him, but along a path that has been trodden soo many times that u can see a clear walkway along the meadow of grass.

So let the ride begin..............................................................................................................