Confessions of a Dangerous Mind

Not been posting anything for a while. I know I know! And didn't intend to do anything today also! Just been reading my posts and sort of felt a little guilty for not writing anything. Not exactly anything...I have been working on my first novel! In the kiln for over 5 (or is it 6?) years now! Finally started writing it after a long speech about what I was about to do and all with a friend...wrote a couple of pages and it sucked! Wanted to do a rewrite, but never bothered...I guess I need to have more control and focus... Anyways, back to business! Whats news? Apparently the new budget has come out, Indian cricket team left (leaving?) for the Caribbean to get that elusive cup, people are dying, people are being born...Life goes on just like that... Seems like I just cannot handle the pace of my life...its just too slow with obviously nothing great happening...then again I am not Indiana Jones to go on perilous adventures and make out with great women! :-P Ideas are there...but they...

Yippeee! After searching far and wide...I finally found a pic of my Dad's old bike...Jawa! Ofcourse, the colour was black...but the make is the same! The design is also the same... Lots of memories associated with this machine...too bad we sold it for 1000 bucks! Enjoy the picture!

The gates...gone through these for 14 years...bustle of people around...saw my last class teacher walk by...what to speak? Many familiar faces...waited for a friend to come...No sign of him. Saw a good friend after a long time... "Left Hyderabad. Looking for a job here. After this have to go to the Hindu job fair", he said to me. How we have changed! Seems like it was yesterday, when we were inside this compound wall, aspiring to become pilots, police and what not! Now...our lives are governed and dictated by the whims of people who sit thousands of miles away... As we entered the gates, Kichu said to me, or rather to himself, "How many times have we walked here?" Countless...the surroundings have changed..the buildings have changed...grounds have gone...trees cut down... But the path hasn't changed...concentrating only on the path, I can see myself... Me as a kid in LKG, with my Father, on the long walk to my small classroom... Me as a small kid, coming in a li...