At Ramakrisna degree college, Bsc 1st year

Is a dream of a person a tibetian singing bowl? I have been listening to tibetian bowl for a while and last night fallen asleep listening to it. Looks like man started hunting to the olden methods of reliviing tensions. These bowls, Ayurvedic therapies, I feel like I will open my third eye with wisdom of peace. I do have strong beliefs on ancient therapies of healing, not the physical diseases that humsn face, but the balance that mind sometimes misses. May be some wave kind of thing will normaluse this fragile human breath. A teenderly balance. I feel like escaping somewhere while I need that kind of balance. But then, I feel just an exchange of oxygen and carbondioxide. I see my hands and think about their delicate ways and how they are managing with me in this life.
I watched jayam movie sometime back. Back then in 2003 I went to college to start my studies in an exactly college kind of place. Many girls and boys were from surrounding villages, wearing loosest shirts and pants, and white chappal with dusty feat, and girls with long hair, pleated in the sincere ways. Thursday all the girls wear yellow color dresses and jasmine flowers on their long hairs, walking with bent head. I like the fact that I enjoyed very much in that place. Very focussed on studies. Sincere to friends, love and studies. The movie actually reminded me of what boys do to impress girls. I find that movie quite shocking now. Nothing I heard of such love in many years. Coming to the point, in my class there was a boy who was exactly like jayam hero, and I remember watching him silently, while he never knew this. Actually me along with my close friend we both watched him in every class and discuss in which shirt he exactly looks more cute..he only wore two shirts in 6 months. After 6 months, we never saw him again. Donno what happened and we forgot him slowly. I never spoke to guys much in college, not even turn back and see who sits at which place. The only diagonal guy vanished and I in that small mind made some space for another story like this, which he will never knew. Believing life is still cute. - Bindu

Going to be 2pm and I am waiting for second time DD at citibank. Luckily, I have a bank close to visa office. I went in and out of visa office 4 times since morning, I have been thinking if this guys will think I am crazy. No wonder I am having a crazy day, full of traffic jams, visa office all of a sudden say to pay by DD only, I have not eaten anything in the morning, went and had good lunch, while I return to visa office to know I have not typed some pvt ltd on the draft and they asked me to get last. Not exactly but I had this face on me. And I am sitting here writing this nonsense while my DD is getting ready. I have to hit on the same traffic road and reach office and work on elephant size work. No reply from my manager even after my long sad message. Nevermind, my last 5 days at office. Will through this DD on those poor faces and catch an empty train back home. In between, I also carried by mistake some passport xexox copies of others along with mine, and went once again in that old lift at international trade tower delhi.

December 2013

I am writing first time from my new mobile, which I finally managed to buy a few days back. 14 more days to go back to Hyderabad, and almost bidding farewell everyday to friends here in Gurgaon. I am little too much, otherwise who feel bad like this, for the loss of all this friends, by me going from this place. Just hoping that they find some way to see craziness in life. I will sign off soon from here and gonna live jobless for a while. I called gati couriers this morning to ask. About luggage courier, and now I feel like shopping more. I open calender a lot. Again I think to myself, what is that I am so excited about going there. We are going Chandni chowk this Saturday, to eat food at karim's. It is a famous place I guess for non-vegeterian.
The Sun has climbed above my room window. I cannot see it now, but can feel its heat. It is an awesome feeling. Evenings are cold, very cold. I always miss Sun. But feeling seasons is a beauty of life. Happiness and sadness is also felt with changing seasons. I think of my Christmas in Bangalore. Wearing christmas cap, walking on mg road with some close friends. The whole road filled with colorful lights. People in cheerful moods, and I with craving for cake and some good food, hopping into some costly restaurant with no ir less money and coming back seeing the menu and prices, then I remember, we all say this line seeing the restaurant face..."we will come some day" and walk again with pride and fun. Life is so free. Do not complicate. Keep all the things simple. Don't give or take tension. Afterall, its one life for all of us.