The end .... as in exams

Finally i can loosen up a little..... because finally all exams are over... and as far as i am concerned those phukut arts subject are that part of my life which is surpassed.??

Let us not bore u with the cliched talk of u kno those a new begging shit and all . Well frankly , its so cliched that its values are diluted across the realms.

Anyways lets talk about something else shall we , for change lets talk about no wat you'll do in the holidays but wat u will specifically not do in a holiday........

Well of course no one will read (Unless its Sujith .LOLLS ....just kidding). I guess many people will watch TV. Just like me , they are. Anyways , wat else is there to do?

And blogging only me and sujith(I have been courteous enough to mention his name several instances of his name in my blog with no adequate response from the other side??)

Any way tats it for now .. ciaooooo

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Higher speech

Yielding to persuasion and succumbing to the ever so growing popular pressure ( lest another exaggeration) that engulfed me upon the sacrosanct provenance of a certain request made by a certain someone ( Sujith to be precise) and to rebuke any further un-scholarly remarks or trifle allegations upon my part i shall conceive or yet in perception reenter my previous communique in a form rather fit for prithy or terse.

Tracing back to the long lost memories of young days hidden under untold or unaccessible methods of prevalent protection also superficially enclosed more recent thoughts of these and these importance limiting the reccurance of thought only refrained and contained to limits of yesteryear or some thoughts of relevance that may be staggering even beforethose , all that can be accessed is but memories of "High school"

These prevalent sub-system of a grander matrix have grown to occupy the core of the structure upon which our flowing thought system pervades and flows upon such reference.
Yet again these actions have but disturbed and cause ripples upon the ever so delicate stanent life blood. The delicte thread of which life seems to be woven is ruptured at points marked by what we call high school.

I would rather wish to continue to infinity this ever so delicate thoughts of High school encased in popular pressure . But yet again due to sheer force i m under duress to post it at his point leaving thus my thoughts incompletly expresse which will find voice in forthcoming speeches . For now........

The first begining

"Time flows by , as a narrow stream teeming with water"

No great person had the honour of ratifying these words but for me.
This so called communication is my very first for the new glowing yer or otherwise. Technically its characterizes my last communion upto March because after the pressure of Boards sets in there is not much that the mind shall focus upon apart from the growing tremulous fear of failure.

Apart from all this exaggerated speech about failure and pressure , Let us endeavor to make this communique more meaningful as for my part.
Retribution is rampant in air inflaming young minds in order to overthrow all else. Everyone wants the IMPERIAL TITLE of the school topper although i doubt any but me , Ashwin or Pranava sand any chance in all fathomable limits of calculated statistical probability.

Yet Again i must communicate how these three years have impacted or rather engraved uncheckable inconceivable memories that slander each thought upon my mind.

Ok not to cause a lot of tantrums i will explain breifly - all talks about this being the best yers of my life , so many new friends , exposed talents sounds too cliched even for me.
Is that all that comes to mind upon mention of high skool - "best days" , as if they have rivetted life completly that they may judge and censure parts of their life - insignificant incompetent vapid people .

I for one don't claim all these thoughts unworthy of cognisence , i believe that it is just a phasing phase very different from all aspects in all respects. Yet again i cannot say whether these were the best years because even standard events are subject to scrutiny .

Although it had its own shares of ups and downs , in all totality it can be considered a very significant phase in growth. Yet again i would kno no better.

Tats all i can say maybe uptill next March from where unto my Horrors shall begin to take shape.
Farewell for now.

Recollect

I recollect , the first dew ,
That brightened my eyes,
Its glimmering surface ,
and that the back of a mice.

I recollect , my first fall ,
Although too long
Fading away from memory ,
Just as an old song.

I recollect , my friends
and i did realize ,
That there were few who were true
But others wove lies.

I recollect , the first rays of the sun
striking earth with utmost gentleness ,
Breaks the atmosphere into a riot of colors
and power which we ought to harness.

I recollect , my first song
About a rats and cats,
Very primeval , doing what they best do ,
Hiding under rats and mats.

I recollect , my first crush
I didn't know then
The meaning of love ,
I didn't want to know and i wouldn't listen

But as i sit in contemplation,
I recollect you the most,
what you meant to me ,
and probably will mean the same to my ghost.

I recollect , thine beauty ,
Then I did slumber
No wake nor path,
For all that was sombre.

To these and these measure,
I never said a word to thee
Although my heart burnt
And my love prayed to be set free.

Yet i contained my heart ,
For all that is good ,
And watched you walk right past me .
Thinking of of me as some lewd.

And as i sit in contemplation ,
I know not what to recollect ,
For after you went away
There was not much to collect

Darkness lane

It seems to be the end of the line
Nowhere to go , and i bear no ensign.

The path has grown dark,
The shadows still withdraw
The darkness is so blinding ,
It has left me in awe.

I have lost all hope,
All signs of determination
All drowned under ,
My unaccountable fascination.

The world grieves away ,
As students will inherit ,
The skills and the standards ,
and to there name merits.

Engulfed in sorrow
Contemplation of Joy
For all unearthly effect
Life has become a toy.

Lost beneath years of shallow cry,
coming back to haunt me by.
I live but in the sands of time.
All i can do now is but copy and mime.

Breach of stature , no world behold
The stars are coming to reveal what they hold.
With miseries and sorrow untold,
Yet mystics wait as the elements unfold.

The solution then is simple thus,
And then again , illumination.
All realization dawns upon,
and repentance for thy faction.

Yet again we think ,
That darkness is but destroyed ,
With light's victory
The undead remain overjoyed.

Yet all these words they say
convey no meaning ,
No one but understands these words,
No one but the demeaning

Then again I count my claims,
There were so many who did the same
Many remained on top , recognition and fame.
But others like us continue down darkness lane.

Love

Love is but a complex state of malleable emotions , only because this feeling can be flattened by a mere heart break ,

Here is Sujith's story of his failed love
written exclusively by him

Never thought I would be singing a song Never thought I would fall so deep in love Never thought that it could possibly be you Never thought you would steal my lonely heart. Your memories seem to fly You were so shy and so was I You told me not to lie, but be alive Even though not to cry, I always try The past soon comes haunting by! The past soon comes haunting by! Your beauty was never to be compared Your feelings for me, were floating in the air You held me tight and showed that you cared Yet the emotions I could not share I was caught in a snare, I could not bear! Never thought I would be singing a song Never thought I would fall so deep in love Never thought that it could possibly be you Never thought you would steal my lonely heart. In your eyes, the sparkle glowed You gently touched and clearly showed Something inside me really moved Was it my belly or the love I had for you!? Without you my day wouldn’t proceed In my actions I could never succeed For the cause of this my mind did heed Why? Did I cede? Or really need? Your memories seem to fly You were so shy and so was I You told me not to lie, but be alive Even though not to cry, I always try The past soon comes haunting by! The past soon comes haunting by! For the rest you may always shine But I cannot ask if you are fine I loved you when I was only nine Although you were just a friend of mine.

Or was the friendship just a reason In the auburn autumn season? Was I the one you had chosen? To watch me watch your cheeks rosé? I felt I had to wait and reckon That’s where I was mistaken I knew I had lots of time to spare But realized that God never did care He had plans for me and my burdened heart For here she was and then was lost In that moment my heart did break! I cried and cried till my world did shake! Why did I not tell her earlier But knew that now it did not matter Never thought I would be singing a song Never thought I would fall so deep in love Never thought that it could possibly be you Never thought you would steal my lonely heart. Your memories stay with me With the feeling of ecstasy My thoughts roam around the sea Searching for traces of you and me. Yet I know that you still love me! Yet I know that you still love me! Your memories seem to fly You were so shy and so was I You told me not to lie, but be alive Even though not to cry, I always try The past soon comes haunting by! The past soon comes haunting by! Never thought I would be singing a song Never thought I would fall so deep in love Never thought that it could possibly be you Never thought you would steal my lonely heart. Never thought I would be singing a song Never thought I would fall so deep in love Never thought that it could possibly be you Never thought you would steal my lonely heart.

And yet again i cannot but help to be amazed at such idiosyncratic behaviour.
How can he know about the truths of ever told love.
How ever................