Those days I was completely new to this city.I was not even loving this city,and to your surprise i am yet to love this city.And again to your surprise I never take love as a complicated issue.At least its not so complicated that it should be left to so called tagged romeos.
Those days peace meant to me a bread slice or so assumed treaties that history cherishes as a signature agreement to end a prolonged war.I wonder sometimes why history always remembers the war and forgets the bloodshed.How easily they shake hands ,smile (read act) and with bravest of sophistication they end the prolonged war.
Those days meetings meant to be a sign of honor.
This blog traces back its memory to that day.
july 20,2011.
A metallurgical engineering student was found hanging from the ceiling fan.
People say suicide is always a weak mind's consequence.well people love their right to speak ..so i do love mine.
The pressmen the channelists ..they thought the guy must have failed in subjects...well they are always right...so they were.
I tell you..you must have heard this some day some where in some class of physics or mechanics.That strain stress curve.every metal has some breaking stress beyond its elastic limit.still you talk nonsense,that's ridiculous.
There are two fundamental equation of mathematics that one of my old friend shared with me days ago.
There is one year old hand inked note in my diary,last year it was published on the incampus scholar's avenue blog.
The demise justified
channelists ,pressmen ,cover artists, gentlemen
good evening.
well whitemen
we are here to mourne.
atleast your clothes are sober.
well out of suicidal hangover.
The panel has given me a task tougher a bit.
To enthrust a view point for a better persuit.
well whitemen...
put yourself between cemented bricks and grills;
ghost of loneliness with hectic shrills;
monotonic sleep with sleeping pills.
all slots are booked.
humanities dead,
robotix being cooked.
counselling centres,entertainment societies,
yet ironic charms,ironic varieties.
commulitive grades are lifelines.
hectic it seems :beers and wines.
strained nerves,loaded veins
blood clots,time coagulates.
then its encrypted on system's chest
'survival of the excellent(ex) fittest.'
the panel has given me ,a task tougher a bit
to enthrust its viewpoint for a better persuit.
well i tried.............
but the demise is justified.
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n.b-a suicide can never be justified.It was just narrator's anger that turned out to be revolutionarily incorrect.
good night.
just keep busy living.
Those days peace meant to me a bread slice or so assumed treaties that history cherishes as a signature agreement to end a prolonged war.I wonder sometimes why history always remembers the war and forgets the bloodshed.How easily they shake hands ,smile (read act) and with bravest of sophistication they end the prolonged war.
Those days meetings meant to be a sign of honor.
This blog traces back its memory to that day.
A metallurgical engineering student was found hanging from the ceiling fan.
People say suicide is always a weak mind's consequence.well people love their right to speak ..so i do love mine.
The pressmen the channelists ..they thought the guy must have failed in subjects...well they are always right...so they were.
I tell you..you must have heard this some day some where in some class of physics or mechanics.That strain stress curve.every metal has some breaking stress beyond its elastic limit.still you talk nonsense,that's ridiculous.
There are two fundamental equation of mathematics that one of my old friend shared with me days ago.
- DISAPPOINTMENT=EXPECTATION/REALITY
- SHOCK=EXPECTATION-EXPECTATION.
There is one year old hand inked note in my diary,last year it was published on the incampus scholar's avenue blog.
The demise justified
good evening.
well whitemen
we are here to mourne.
atleast your clothes are sober.
well out of suicidal hangover.
The panel has given me a task tougher a bit.
To enthrust a view point for a better persuit.
well whitemen...
put yourself between cemented bricks and grills;
ghost of loneliness with hectic shrills;
monotonic sleep with sleeping pills.
all slots are booked.
humanities dead,
robotix being cooked.
counselling centres,entertainment societies,
yet ironic charms,ironic varieties.
commulitive grades are lifelines.
hectic it seems :beers and wines.
strained nerves,loaded veins
blood clots,time coagulates.
then its encrypted on system's chest
'survival of the excellent(ex) fittest.'
the panel has given me ,a task tougher a bit
to enthrust its viewpoint for a better persuit.
well i tried.............
but the demise is justified.
_______________
n.b-a suicide can never be justified.It was just narrator's anger that turned out to be revolutionarily incorrect.
AND before i bid a good night
just keep this in mind expectation minus expectation.There is no point to get hanged,for history remembers the war,the battles and not the blood.good night.
just keep busy living.
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