The Abyss

A sinking feeling swoops in, washing me ashore,
To a world that was so complete, but is complete no more,
Lost are my words in the tides of time,
Stranded in this oblivion with no reason, no rhyme.

My crafted abyss

Melancholy, once more, is holding its sway,
Uncertain I’m that I’ll see the light of the day,
Darkness absolute is the chosen road,
A crafted abyss is my abode.

Rakshabandhan, the focal point and the three idiots

I hereby confidently proclaim that the Gods of  Chaos and Disorder are extremely pleased with me. And not just me, two more have been blessed by them, that too to an extent that our lives has had nothing but Chaos and Disorder for a long time. Not to affront our friendly and affectionate divine beings, I mean the above in the best of ways, seriously! *wacked out grin*

On a much serious note (stop thinking I’m crazy, I can be serious too ), past few months have really been crazy. Night is day, inside is out, nothing made sense anymore! *afterthought* Naah, it never did… But then came a meander in the rapid (the fast part of a river, DUH!!); a soothing, calming presence that seemed to put a meaning right in the middle of all the chaos.

She came and was the center of all our attention, well a few other centers are also existent and upcoming but then who believes in an ideal world!?! *smirk *

I am thankful to the heavens that I have been blessed with many wonderful beings in my life  that make it worth living, they belong to this immensely  intricate species that is known for their unadulterated affection, care, love, warmth and a zillion other things and whom we call our sisters.

JUIT, as always, has brought major ups and downs each semester. This time, it came and blessed me with this amazing, wonderful sister: Zainab, who came and brought a delightful fragrance to my life! *afterthought* Not just my life, but two more idiots: Zain Taha and Ankit Tyagi (Varunda shall be happy with the title and the repeated use of his favorite word am sure )

Today, on Rakhshabandhan, what more could a brother have wanted than a thin string of love tied on his wrist speaking proudly of a bond beyond the dimensions known. I got that! *my feelings right now are inexplicable, any brother should understand*

They say a picture speaks a thousand words, so in conclusion I leave you with the three idiots and our focal point.

Idiot#1

Idiot#2

Idiot#3

(Dare anyone remind me again that I got emotional :X)

With our focal point at mandir, JUIT, today

My giant Radiators!

The night was a laugh riot. There was good food for our very hungry and definitely oversized tummies; as well for our thoughts, which definitely ran wild. Among other things, we discussed the two types of people, namely radiators and sinks.

For your benefit, I’ll go ahead and waste time and space in defining the two words so that you may get the context; a radiator is a person who may or may not be an essential part of your life but when your paths cross, be it even for 5 minutes, you feel fresh, rejuvenated and full of life. Likewise, a sink is one who drains energy out of us, leaves us sad and totally down-and-out.

Not clear yet, allow me to pose an analogy. You just got trashed in an important exam and you meet a radiator for some time, you end up feeling better; you just got asked out by the hot new chick/guy, depending on your orientation, and you meet a sink, oh boy, you get bogged down and big time! Clear, I hope.

Still have a problem, not my concern; I didn’t come up with the theory. >:]

As we sat thinking about who the radiators are in our lives, I realized that I was lounging with the two biggest radiators of my life: Varun Chowdhary and Vivek Kaivallya. (Henceforth referred in the post as Varunda and Kawa Sir respectively)

They are little different from a pair of Siamese Twins; Joint at the hips. Apart from a bond that’s deeper than can be described, they share almost everything else too; and literally, I watched on even as they gobbled together a Shawarma and then a mutton roll and then the next days’ breakfast too, playing and frolicking as kids. They are like gummy bears: cute, happy and crazily funny. When I made a slide at them about their sharing they came up with: ”Happily we share, everyone enjoys their own farts…mine’s his and his is mine. ”

My sides ached even the next day from all the laughing that night; when Varunda said that he and Kawa Sir can’t be radiators for each other, Kawa Sir came up with, ”We’re the Siamese Sinks, joint at the hips, we’ll sink together! ”.

Now if you’re not clutching your stomach and laughing uncontrollably, I suggest you go see a doctor as there’s something seriously wrong with your humour. Seriously, no kidding.

Time flew and my head kept getting fuzzier (*wink wink*) but nonetheless it became crystal clear beyond any reasonable doubt that indeed both of these men are MAD, PSYCHOPATHS and CRAZY, they’re my brothers, my giant radiators!

p.s.: Line of the night-

Varunda: There’s a fine line between (*long abstract pause*)

Me: Hummus and hummmmmuuuus.(*wacked out*)

[If you didn’t see what’s so funny you’re not crazy enough... LOL]