Running in my head...

Ok guys, comin up with something new here...a by product of too much idle time I guess....:P. So here it goes... Write a Poem/Prose with the first letters of consecutive words being the consecutive letters in the alphabet. You can go upto as many letters as you can...Try to get to 26!! To make it a bit more interesting, you can start with any letter...:) Here's an example of what I am talking about... Alone, bored, contemplating death. Endless frustrations, gnawing health. Irony just killing life. Makes nooses, one petrifies. Quiet room screams tonight. Unaccompanied view while, xenophobic yesterday zooms. I tag Equi, Craziest, Gonecase, Solitaire, and frankly whoever wants to take this up..... P.S. I am ok. I am fine. I am feelin better. Poem was just for the tag.

As always the ever so helpful 'Tag' comes to my rescue. And after this long hiatus filled with studyi..well..sleeping, I am back. Preeti is the one responsible for this punishment to all of you...:D. Ok, Here it goes.... Last Movie seen in a Theatre Jaane to....ya jaane na. Well you can't blame me, the hype and word of mouth was too strong...sadly as far as I was unconcerned, not too well placed. What book are you reading? Hahahaha...ok instead of again mentioning some 'geeky' book, I'll write the last book I read. It was 'Maximum City' by Suketu Mehta. Favourite Board Game Well...for me, Board games are bored games. Well I enjoyed the last time I played Monopoly..so that's it. :) Favorite magazine Has to be Reader's Digest. Next question.. Favorite smells: Hugo Boss....aaah who am I kidding...actually the desi version...Hugo Baas. Favorite sound: Me playing the piano...coz then I hear what I want to hear and it's my favourite!!!...I m sure ...

X: Yaar, I dont think I am made for this profession. I don't 'Love' it, u know. Like really passionately. I dont think I m that talented in it either. I wanna do something that I love for the rest of my life. Not just get stuck into something I don't. I just feel maybe I should change my profession. Y: So what is it that you love? X: I don't know... Y: So if U don't know what u love and wanna do, isn't it better to do good at what U dont love but r still into? At least till you know what is it you love?

Woke up now Or have I? The harsh light flashed my eye. Where am I?... Where was I?... Who am I?.... Try to see what approaches, a blur it is. Or is it? I am moving, somewhere, somehow. Floating? Scared, Dazed and confused. Try to keep balance. Barely stay. Where's the way, to escape? Don't wanna go on. But the current seems strong. Strength seems gone. Still I hold on. Scared, dazed and confused. Try to scream. A desperate plea. Can you shout, when you can't breathe? See faces, and running feet beneath. But not ears for my screams. Scared, dazed and confused. Try no more. Loosen my grip. Lose my balance. I don't fall. I stand. I float. Scared, dazed and confused. Image courtesy: Flickr (peewee82)

And as I was struggling to think of something to post about, as may have happened with many of you, a tag has come to the rescue... Macadamia 's tagged me with the most useless of tags and I promise to do my best to make it all more so for you.......:D. C'mon, No need to thank me... Tag rules: 1. Pick up the nearest book. 2. Open to page 123. 3. Find the fifth sentence. 4. Post the next three sentences. 5. Tag five people, and acknowledge the person who tagged you. Time to fulfill my promise now, The book is Microbiology Lecture Notes. 1. Fungii may be cultured on Sabouraud's or blood agar with antibiotics and then identified by cell morphology or by polymerase chain reaction using specific nucleic acid probes. 2. Cutaneous fungii are diagnosed by using a KOH scraping of skin. 3.Other fungal preparations also may be stained using periodic acid Schiff(PAS) stain, silver stain, calcofluor or India ink. Phew....Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did typing all that out :-/........

Nothing more Heart warming than Beauty unaware of itself. Nothing more Mind boggling than Stupidity unaware of itself. Image courtesy: Flickr (childish_david @ fotogail)

It is weird how things just happened in a way that I landed with this topic. The first idea of a post came when I read this story in the newspaper. For those too lazy to visit the link, it speaks of a accident victim who had a pipe lodged in his neck and chest saying he doesn't have any grudges against the driver who dashed into him and has chosen to forgive him. It think it's a great gesture and should be talked about all over to get such a thing as forgiveness to be considered among virtues again. I believe it's not looked up to as much anymore and the one who can give back is the only one who is respected...as I've talked about in an earlier post . So, anyway..This got me thinking about doing a post about forgiveness. Then as I came online today, a real close friend of my past msged me. Now this guy was pretty close to me when he went abroad for studies. It's been 4 yrs since he's talked to me.It started with him not replying me on msngr. I did scrap him on...