Rampi Says...

People, relationships, career and money are part of our lives. We can lose them for life, but not lose life for them.

Enemies of Time...

Time is something which is far superior than anything in the universe. If you believe in god, time is more powerful. Time can be good and bad. It can kill and heal. We are fighting time. We want it to go back, but it wont. We want the time to be fair to him, us and them, but it wasn't and it is not. We are fighting it with all our strength and power. The time is not fighting back, I stays still, giving us excruciating pain. But we continue fighting, we will fight till the end of our lives.

We are fighting, we know that. I realize that when I give up my cot for mohit to sit and study; when I hug mols after he comes out of the kitchen praying, when I stand there at the door of his room and watch sriram sleeping, at the same place where he had slept a week ago; it was a week, and week is time, we are fighting time. We don't pray blindly asking him to come back. Its not fair to get over it and forget it. Its not a break up. It gives a reason to be normal for sometime and cry, it is something which we have to learn living with. It is something like a deadly disease which will never leave us, we will eventually die of it, but we will live with it. We and all of us who knew him will have to live with it.

The incident hasnt taken away my belief in god. It just has strengthened my unbelief in god. Our fight will continue.

For your information : Ravi, my roommate had gone to hampi with his office colleagues on Friday. On Sunday morning, when he tried to take a bath in the tungabatra river, he got washed away by the current of the river. People around tried to save him, but he got drowned. We weren’t able to find his body till Monday evening. His parents had arrived there and the formalities and the cremation was done at hampi only.

R.I.P - Ravi

Tagged, Whatever!

About the tagger: This tag was from kenneth. How can I miss this? moreover, its a good way to think about something else.
Aw crap, your iPod’s jammed on one song! And you won’t be able to get it fixed for a week! What song do you hope to christ it’s stuck on?
Pink Floyd - Shine on you crazy diamond.
You learn that your new cable package has the Anytime Movie Channel! Which movie do you immediately flick to?
Certainly Anbe Sivam.
You walk in the front door and smell dinner cooking! What makes you go, “Oooh, I like that!”?
I think it will be anything which mom makes.
What’s your favourite season?
The winter! I`d prefer it being snowing. I could go out without protection to feel the chill, the pain and then realize that I`m still alive.
What’s your favourite word?
NO.
And your least favourite?
YES.
If you could be anything in the world when you grow up, what would you be?
I`ve grown up already. And, I`m me.
What’s your pet peeve? C’mon, you can tell us! What makes you go, “ARGH!!!!”?
People talking.
And finally… Which celeb makes you go all fluttery and swoony whenever you see a picture of them?
None. I dont allow anyone else other than myself to make me go all fluttery and swoony.
Great! Now it’s your turn to tag some of your friends for this thing!
I guess I have to... reni and vignesh.

How does it feel?...

I`m 22, still a single, certified workaholic, favorite employee for the boss, no life what-so-ever and a loser in the making. I cant do much about being 22. I`m a single, and I have a excuse, which is "I cant tolerate dumbness". Workaholic - I have to work hard against it; since that also involves working, I`m not inclined towards it. Favorite employee for the boss, I had to answer a lot of peoples' question of how "I" can make such impressions on people. The easy answer was, that he is a bigger moron than I am. No life, hm mm... . A loser in the making; summarizes the whole scenario!

I`m a dead man walking. I hate what I`m doing, but still I`m doing it. To make it sound more stinging, I am addicted to do what I`m doing. Though I wish I could work like this for something which makes more sense than an organisation getting more money out of it. People keep on congratulating me for becoming a sadistic moron(though the guy in my room wont approve of it) or my success at work. Its really a sad story, that I`m sitting in my office on a lovely september bangalore afternoon on a saturday. And as I think about all this, a song echos in my brain...

Bob Dylan:
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
to be on your own...
with no direction home...
like a complete unknown...
like a rolling stone...

It does result in a feeling. A feeling in my stomach. A kind of feeling in which things from my head are running down to my stomach. It between good and bad; awkward.