24:7.. not quite

Half asleep.. Exam tomorrow.. 1st midsem.. The one that will set the tone for the coming week.
Trying to concentrate, trying to work, so much to do, so much to see, on the verge of sleep, on the verge of waking up, pigeons flying in my room.. What the fuck?!!.. Ah.. just the pigeon couple, that has decided to use my room for a breeding ground, going at it.. But there's some one hammering on my door.. Who could it be at this ghastly hour, i mean it isnt even one yet. "KAUN HAI?".. "Mai".. "ABE KAUN 'MAI'.. SONE DE.. $**%&.. (read as Maa ki) ".. "Abe khol na"

K.. Gosavi hai... But then there is a second voice.. "Oye".. Crack, Hilani bhi hai. I open the door and in run the bouncy duo.. fresh after finishing another paper. One more down for them..
"FIFA FIFA FIFA".. Damn! I have to study.. paper tomorrow.. But even i wanna play.. Chal ek game khelte hain.. its not even one yet. FIFA.. Man Utd.. AC Milan.. Barcelona.. Chelsea.. Names from the past, names from the future.. A past engrossed with football.. A future, that is bound to be full of it, courtesy a joystick from anti wing..

There's a strange noise from my comp.. Messiah is buzzing.. 'Fifa?', comes the prompt question from his side.. kadak.. Aaa jaa.. gosavi hilani bhi hain.. Joystick hai.. Infy khel rahe hain.
3 min.. aata hoon.. and he's true to his words.. 3 mins. and hes here..


4 ppl.. in one room.. Shouting at each other.. yelling in both agony and ecstacy.. reminds one of the golden days.. the tourney.. the planning.. the detail..
20 ppl.. SPANISH BANNED HAI.. AREY KYUN??.. BAS AISE HI.. SPANISH IN SEA IS EQUIVALENT TO PERSIANS ON LAND.. ARE MEIN CANNON GALLEONS NAHI BANAOONGA.. UNHE BAN KAR DO.. MUJHE BINA GALLEONS KE BHI CHALEGA SPANISH.. FART HAI.. MEIN KAHOONGA MEIN PERSIANS LOONGA AUR HAATHI NAHI BANAOONGA.. FART HAI.. MAA CHUDAO.. DITCH YAAR KAR LO BAN.
The good times :P.. now all we can have is times like today..

The day goes by.. ek aur tournament.. when do i study? Ditch yaar.. aata hai.. aur khelte hain.. Nappy comes.. he machaos unexpectedly like always with his sly grin.. as he upsets a shouting Messiah 2 - 1.. FIFA.. ahh FIFA.. Nothing else matters.. Nothing else.. no placements.. no midsems.. no GRE.. no TOEFL.. nothing.. good times.. Sunny chalte hain yaar.. scope exams hain.. instead 2 on 2 khelte hain..

"Today was a good day.Today used to be everyday not too long ago.Is seldom now....but is hearteningly so."(I stole your words, you deserve it.)

Once.. this would be 24:7 in the life of the circle.. once was a long time ago.. it probably will never return.. Today will become tomorrow.. tomorrow will become next week.. and next week will become December.. MOODI and then.. yes ladies and gents, finally, yes, the circle is going to GOA.. That too after 3 of 5 members are placed :P. Lotsa free booze for me.. yo y0 yO

Can't wait.. for Goa..

Lanban.. exam tomorrow.. Not gonna sleep tonight.. It 's worth it.

Reminiscing - the gone, the old and the fuzzy

Thought I'd have a bath today... long have I foreseen the day of the Bath. Let it be today.
Open my cupboard. A big bag. ABSOLUT. JAMESON. Shout out to me.
Stop.

Think for a moment.

Reminisce.

Mood Indigo 2005.
The greatest festival on Earth.
The single best week of my life.
Not THE beginning... but certainly A beginning. (cant you tell that line is stolen... I aint that good)
Have you ever felt like you're not really sure whether you are awake.... or still dreaming? (Steal my words, I deserve it.)
Is not knowing what to say the same as not knowing? (Put me in jail for Grand Theft Auto...)
If you dont remember the past... how is it any different from a dream?

Pieces of a memory... strung like beads, rather like newspaper clippings of a long gone serial killer's excursions... You know he is real and only human, but behind the wall of time n fading memories, perforated by the peepholes of evanescent public interest, he becomes a legend.
Moving through shadow, a wisp... the Shadow himself, incarnate, invincible.

Pieces of a memory. Like the ragged beggar you see on your way home everyday who just refuses to die... Till you begin to wish he wouldn't ever. So that when he does die, he will be resurrected in your memory as the hero. The martyr.
The Light himself, incarnate, doomed to bear your sins and die.

Pieces of a memory. The smaller the holes, the more glorious the view. The less you can see... the more you can imagine.

Slam down the phone... Dude! Fuck Shaan, Lets drink!
Have a small leaky plastic glass of beer... and please dont puke in public.
Dude, what the fuck are we doin in the girls hostel? The girls dont care, what the fuck's your problem?
Dude, isn't this the first time you had a drink?No man, this is the first time I ever had a drink.
Sugar gets you high... so does a C10 and RS. And I aint responsible for I might do tonight.

And remember people, smoking is injurious to health.

Pieces of a memory. The holes are small enough.
Mood Indigo 2005.
The greatest festival on Earth.
The single best week of my life.
Not THE beginning... but certainly A beginning.

I think I have heard all this before. Am I awake...or still dreaming?
Goodnight.