Over a cup of tea!

It's been an hour since I got back home. Here I am, sitting in front of the computer and blasting away. A cup of tea in one hand, the other on the keyboard. My eyes are stretched, mostly because it isn't easy writing a 3 hour paper. But yet, I sporadically glance at the t.v and catch up on some good tennis. Federer was in action a while back and was leading 2 sets to nil, but soon, Rain battered the court and the covers were pulled over. There was a clear demarcation between the grey and blue areas of the sky. What's the use seeing something beautiful on t.v, i wonder, when we aren't actually there to see it in person and 'map' some glorious images in our mind. There is something about the orange of the clay that fascinates me. It gives Tennis, passion and competitiveness a whole new meaning. 

Last night, When I was actually supposed to study for today, I decided to catch Rafa Nadal in action. There's something about the way he plays that reflects on my mood swings. When he loses, that's a bad day for me!

When he wins and bites into those trophies, My day is made. I feel happy, fresh and steadfast. 

'Brighter than a thousand suns' is blasting full on. It is such a relevant song about war and it's complications. I especially like the lines

                                 Whatever would Robert have said to his God

                                                     About he made war with the Sun
                                                    E equals MC squared, you can't relate
                                                      How we made God with our hands.

 The song enters its riff sequence, and I finish my tea. Over the guitar solos and clatter of tennis balls being struck, I clearly catch the use of obsene kannada phrases out on the street. Out there in the park outside my window, The kids are endlessly playing cricket. They obviously play with money at stake. Beside the park, A couple of senior citizens are taking a walk, mindless of the profane language usage. On the top of my CPU, the ADSL modem is perpetually blinking. I am now reminded that I only have only three exams to ago, and then I'm an engineer! It's so hard to picture. A life you've known, one you've gotten used too, is going to end for real.

The other day, One of my classmates sent this message to a friend who'd just gotten an admit in UNSW, Sydney.

It went- 

'' Congrats man... I wish you have a wonderful time in australia... all the best for your future...we'll miss you... can't imagine a life without college and friends... can't believe it's almost over... we are getting a glimpse of the light house but the problem is that i am beginning to miss the sea..." A very emotional message at that. That very day, I tried telling myself that this chapter of life has to end somewhere, and we're soon to open the next chapter in Life. I just wish that the next two months would be the most memorable months for a long time. But the problem with good memories are that they're surely going to stay in our head, and we reminisce about them in the near future, A void is not going to be filled.

My mind now wanders for a while as 'Us and Them' starts playing.

Soon, I am reminded about the simplicity of Pink Floyd's music. I lay my cup on the table, switch off the t.v, increase the volume on the speakers, and soon, I'm in another World. Music is the simplest emotion!

Top of my head

Right now, i'm holding my cup of tea and wondering how on Earth a 'fast' even meets a criteria for separate statehood. I clearly remember a news bulletin in 2004 when TRS said they'd support Congress at the centre. KCR had said back then that statehood was what he wanted. Then things were silent for a while, probably cause he realised that it wasn't going to happen. Then YSR dies, so it's deja-vu.
Such opportunists.
It goes without saying that there is no definition for 'ethics' in politics. Politicians move around in their armoured cars, with Z protection, or whatever its called. They live a high life, always on the roll, and often on the payrolls of others. I guess it's obvious we've to live with the fact that their lives carry a larger price. That's one thing we've to come to terms with. Sure, politicians eventually die, and their friends and foe pay due 'respect'.
To be frank, Most of them don't have, what was so brilliantly put in 'the girl next door', 'moral fiber'. They often are oblivious to the fact that they're on National t.v, to the point that some of them doze off, as if to point to us their 'busy schedule'. Wtf is up with these guys.
A few days back, When Mr Chidambaram was making clear his discontent about the whole liberhan report, and how Ayodhya was handled, other legislators were shouting out 'shame shame' in a shameless manner. I don't understand why them legislators tap their desks to show appreciation for 'invalid points'. It's as though clapping consumes more energy, or is virtually impossible a task.
Why are these humans paid TA-DA for not doing shit?. We students deserve to be paid for attending college then, for in the future, we'd surely be giving back to the society. There is a world of difference in 'conduct' between them and us. Someone fasts, and voila, You have yourself a new state.
In that case, if 7th sem vtu students wish for their exam on jan 2nd to be preponed, 'cause of the whole new year gala thing, it would qualify as wishful thinking, wouldn't it?

P:S- I gots to study now. adios.