Teens to Toons

We were opposites. Our personalities – poles apart. Don’t tell me everyone is different. We were as different as different could be. Still, we befriended each other very quickly. And within a month, we became confidantes. An attraction developed. I’m not sure if it came from within or it was just natural. Nevertheless, the attraction prevailed and soon we talked. And, we proceeded to fall head over heels in love or was it pretension? The image that I projected was not untrue. The truth was simply edited. I didn’t want to wash my dirty linen in public. Wasn’t it the politically correct thing to do? I always talked about the good times. What I never talked about were the painful times. I didn’t discuss it with my friends and kept it inside me. I always given her credit for being supportive. What I never talked about were the times that she was extremely judgemental. I always justified it and tried to change myself. I always talked about how she understood me. What I never talked about wa...

I read these lines today on someone's blog. Instead I had like to say that I like vengeance. The people I thought were kids are taking decisions to settle... and I stand alone letting people go. I draw up some courage once in a while to say what I want to. Courage is not what I lack. Courage no.. not courage. It is an absolute disaster when I try to take some efforts towards making up for lost relationships. I wonder if letting go all those people was worth being alone... or in solitude as i prefer to call it and concentrate on betas and cointegration and commodity futures. Does that make my life or do they? I am working hard no doubt, on the wrong things.. but I am making a mark. Four papers in a semester with a killer load and still the will to continue. That shows how much hunger I have and the load of ideas that need to be implemented. Hunger for work, recognition and desires. I have been reading about all kinds of things. All things which make sense and no sense at all. For ex...

An end term in the middle of the term... Nothing like that to make for a decent piece of writing... Have finished the paper on commodities... The CBM will turn out to be big.. provided We have sufficient time and it does not seem like it. Good work need time and space... I have none of them... I have been talking to this guy who has potential... I have been trying to coax him to work with me. I like him for the simple reason that he has the neurons and uses less words than are required. But he is an ass. He needs to be kicked. I hope he collaborates with me. We have four "new" ideas for a 20% project which will have a presentation of 10 minutes and probably won't be given a second thought by any of the morons. But we will write it nonetheless. Because we have to give wing to our ideas. That is the reason why we exist. Puchee. Puchee. Puchee.... Mom and Dad have shifted to Delhi. Saw them on weekend. They seem to be tired and suffering. I love them more than anything else...

Lots of things to write... I have not had an occasion to write them... But I have had a great chance to live them out. Time to change things.. set them right.. and make it home... Also make me happy.. that is what I call out for...