nONsEnSe...!!

It’s something I scribbled down a year or 2 ago…just some nonsense stuff that I wrote during exams for checking out a pen while preparing for my physics paper..
I think it’s just the pressure of exams and a stupid derivation that took its toll on me..!!!

:)
well i have wriiten not alll over here...it was long long derivation and wht follow is jz 2 or 3 lines thht i wrote when my i went nuts..!!

“
As we can see that t=r^2/2r there is not much of a choice left for reflected light to travel, it can only and will take the shortest and most non technical path and thus will be having a gr8 vacation overall. and only thing that I now have to submit that I m now going nuts and neither me nor anybody else can or will be able to make out ne sense out of what I have just written just to check the efficiency or rather writing of my new pen so do excuse me and yeess this pen sucks more thn my nonsense..!! ”

and pls no one have to mention tht it shows my poor taste of humuor(its already been said a 100 times by plpl after going thr this ..!!)

Life...! ! !

"Oh, life," he cried in his heart, "Oh life, where is thy sting?"

For the same uprush of fancy which had shown him with all the force of mathematical demonstration that life had no meaning, brought with itanother idea; and that was why Cronshaw, he imagined, had given him thePersian rug. As the weaver elaborated his pattern for no end but thepleasure of his aesthetic sense, so might a man live his life, or if onewas forced to believe that his actions were outside his choosing, so mighta man look at his life, that it made a pattern. There was as little needto do this as there was use. It was merely something he did for his ownpleasure. Out of the manifold events of his life, his deeds, his feelings,his thoughts, he might make a design, regular, elaborate, complicated, orbeautiful; and though it might be no more than an illusion that he had thepower of selection, though it might be no more than a fantasticlegerdemain in which appearances were interwoven with moonbeams, that didnot matter: it seemed, and so to him it was. In the vast warp of life (ariver arising from no spring and flowing endlessly to no sea), with thebackground to his fancies that there was no meaning and that nothing wasimportant, a man might get a personal satisfaction in selecting thevarious strands that worked out the pattern. There was one pattern, themost obvious, perfect, and beautiful, in which a man was born, grew tomanhood, married, produced children, toiled for his bread, and died; butthere were others, intricate and wonderful, in which happiness did notenter and in which success was not attempted; and in them might bediscovered a more troubling grace. Some lives, and Hayward's was amongthem, the blind indifference of chance cut off while the design was stillimperfect; and then the solace was comfortable that it did not matter;other lives, such as Cronshaw's, offered a pattern which was difficult tofollow, the point of view had to be shifted and old standards had to bealtered before one could understand that such a life was its ownjustification. Philip thought that in throwing over the desire forhappiness he was casting aside the last of his illusions. His life hadseemed horrible when it was measured by its happiness, but now he seemedto gather strength as he realised that it might be measured by somethingelse. Happiness mattered as little as pain. They came in, both of them, asall the other details of his life came in, to the elaboration of thedesign. He seemed for an instant to stand above the accidents of hisexistence, and he felt that they could not affect him again as they haddone before. Whatever happened to him now would be one more motive to addto the complexity of the pattern, and when the end approached he wouldrejoice in its completion. It would be a work of art, and it would be nonethe less beautiful because he alone knew of its existence, and with hisdeath it would at once cease to be.

Philip was happy.

'Of Human Bondage'

Life .! ! !

" ' You do feel its life,don't you?' he said excitedly.'
you know, I don't think I can stay here much longer.
I want to get to London so that I can really begin.
I want to have experiences.
I'm so tired of preparing for life: I want to live it now..."


W Somerset Maugham in 'Of Human Bondage'

alone...! ! !

here i m alone
no one with me
to share what i want to...


plenty of people around
but no one i see.....
can share wih none..

all friends ready to help..
but wont ask them..
would never understand me ...they never did..


why do i feel so..
is a question i myself ask
something has happend ..
am not sure what...!!
somethings stuck in my mind ..
may be in my heart...


am never was a saddist and would never be one..
just some thoughts i want to share..
with someone i know not for long..
but wud love too know him forever...!!





mohit

u make me wanna

To start it off I know you know me
To come to think of it, it was only last week.
That I had a dream about us, oh.
That's why I am here, I'm writing this song.
To tell the truth you know I have been hurting all along,
Someway let me know, you want me girl.

Everytime you see me what do you see?
I feel like I'm a poor man and you're the queen.
Oh baby, you're the only thing that I really need.
Baby that's why:

You make me wanna call you in the middle of the night.
You make me wanna hold you till the morning light.
You make me wanna love, you make me wanna fall.
You make me wanna surrender my soul.
I know this is a feeling that I just can't fight.
You're the first and last thing on my mind.
You make me wanna love, you make me wanna fall.
You make me wanna surrender my soul.

Well I know that these feelings won't end no, no.
They'll just get stronger if I see you again.
Baby I'm tired of being friends.
I wanna know if you feel the same
And could you tell me do you feel my pain?
Don't leave me in doubt.

Sounds lyk lyrics of just another song...but is it...!!??

Blog..! ! !

I thought it wud be nice to have a blog...but boy ...!!
its pretty tough thing to do...
You face harsh realities abt u...outta words before u can think of...

its like admitiing to urself things tht u wud just think in ur deepest thots..
ur deepest desires...ur faults ...ur lykes and more thn tht.. ur dislykes...