I want everything ..no..i want nothing ..no no ..i want...

Yea,

Thats how my life has been like (Class wise,old indian istyle.)

Class 4 : My uncle thinks that i have a sense of rhythm (yea.i luv my uncle.he made me feel so special) . My dad enrolls me for mrudangam classes.The class is like an hr away from home.I dont want people messing with me on saturdays.I quit after 1 year.

Class 5: My mom enrolls me for music classes ( again someone thought that i cud sing..ehmm.i dint.it sounded horrible when i recorded it and played it back on my tape recorder.nothing like what i heard inside my head).I quit after 3 years.The worst part is that , all the way till my 9th standard, my voice never broke....i dont think that it has broken , even now.... :P

Class 6 : Guitar Classes : haha..comedy.never learnt anything except "Tujhe dekha tho " , in my guitar .. my dad still pokes fun at me for those times.. :)

Class 8 : Interest re-emerges in music.Gets drowned coz ppl thought that i sounded like a girl.

Class 9 -10 : Not much action... A lot of discovery channel

Class 11-12 : Cultural events, group songs , beetles- " cant buy me love " , i am the only male singer  in a group of 4 ( how i wish tat would repeat NOW).My voice must not have broken then.... :|

College : aah..IIT , Kharagpur , spring fest .. rock rock , metal metal..loads of headbanging with buddy Vivek and we end up being rock music fans...and i say goodbye to indian music.Total ignorify my Cultural Arts teacher after 2 years of compulsory classes and there i end up learning nothing....Some music composition on the guitar , inspired by some nice blog poems.......Later on in the 4th year , i realise tat m gonna start working and i just have 1 month to start playing some music...Some night outs on Prep Leaves in the music room with my juniors and hence some memory worthy times....

Now : Nothing to do...Programming - dislike , photography - amateur , drums- amateur ,guitar - amateur,singing -amateur,composition - very amateur

Too many hobbies to count...Or is it too few ?? 

:O

Ever since then.....

I must have started blogging in college.Frankly i dont remember.And for the past 6 years , ever since i started blogging

1 the quality of my blogs has not improved a little bit.

2 I havent learnt anything apart from a lot of copy paste work and some CMS (codeManagementSystem), underscoring_ in un_necessary places,lots of tweeting,a lil bit about cameras,flickr spamming,blogger spamming,developing an inflated ego,bad english,long insensible sentence construction by prolonging an already endless boring list with more boring insensible self recursive stuff like this etc etc...

3 Music hasnt progressed anywhere..My interest still stays.I havent composed a full song after my 3rd year

4. i havent learnt a single extra chord

5. I havent practised guitar for more than 10 hrs flat. 

and.........

6. Added 1 more follower in the form of Priya (This was very accidental for her.not on purpose..I am sure. :)

7. Gained may be 2 Kgs.

8. Lost a lot of hair

9. Cornied my jokes to the heights of corny

and.....

10. Developed a little bit of a wiki addiction

11. Developed jealousy for guys with good looking chicks (they didnt exist in college..i swear)

12. Honed my chick staring skills

13. Maintained my no bullshit with chicks policy (that means, only the usual and no being-extra-nice-with-girls policy)

14. Repelled a lot of girls because of certain policies that i stuck to.

and..

15.I might make a list of more pathetic things that i need to look back upon and say..aaah..i was so awesome...because right now i am a lot more pathetic.. :P

Reliving the Moment

There was hardly any space to move my arm.It is a hard thing for me to do.Stay still.I always have an urge to keep doing something.And when i am doing something , i have the urge to let it go and do something different.This situation in an elevator filled up with 15 odd people was one of those.My eyes wouldn't stay still.I spotted a couple in front of me.The woman held a child in her hand.She must have been 2 months old.A little whimper from her in the congested elevator was forcing her mother to repeatedly shoo and cajole her to sleep.She had brown eyes just like her mother and she had beautiful skin.The lift gradually emptied its way out through each floor and i somehow ,surprisingly, did not or in fact , just could not take my eyes of the little girl.She was beautiful.

Looking back, it  was all part of just an elevator ride.But then , i had experienced was nothing but watching my life rewind a 23 years and 10 months in time with may be a fair skinned angel replaced by a thick skinned moaner .