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I popped back here just to post some of my thoughts. In the past months I've dwindled across the web looking for other social networks. I must say this VOX IS THE BEST. It simply beats facebook, twitter and linkedIn. Sixapart, you guys are my heroes.

 I mean, here's a simple networking site that doesn't ask you to conform to typologies. It doesn't have too much of a complicated way of networking with other people. In here I'm actually free to browse any part of my blog without even having to sign in. However the one aspect that kills the rest of the social networking sites is the music collection that's available here. I've been finding so many tracks here that these days, if I watch a new song on TV, I come back to Vox and just search for it. I've never had a dull moment out here. Thanks again SixApart.

Well as for things about myself, ain't nothing's changed much since the last post except for my mood. After a huge downer I'm sort of seeing the sunshine again. I think the rays of the sun are going to bless me for some more time (Hopefully). Be back soon with yet another (boring and totally pointless) post.

So I'm back here after another season of hibernation. And the "title's" how I feel my life's unfurling right now. I can only look at myself in the mirror and say so much. I'm tired of waiting for things to brighten up and they won't. I can't for the life of me understand why things turned out to be the way they are right now. Somehow I know I'm responsible for this and I know I have to take it lying down. I've got no more fight left in me. Go ahead and stick a fork in me I'm done.

Long time no post (not so original anymore). With the damned recession setting in, everything's gone haywire all over the planet (I think!). Getting to work now feels all the time like "term results day". You know when you've written your exams and the results come in, you're just so freaked out to just get to school. So, it's been like that now for quite a few anxious days. Today was just another particularly rotten day. I didn't get fired but I seem to be living in eternal fear of it. I didn't get one thing right today. There was another employee that got sacked and that news spread like wildfire all over the office. Then, there were just so many other issues to deal with. By the time I got home, I felt like I'd just been kissed by the dementors. So I setup my Vaio and had this sudden notion to find this song "I will possess your heart", by Death cab for cutie. And, I am cured. This song acted like a patronus surging through my body and soul and lifting me up to see the light. One helluva song. Just thought I'd blog about it a little. There are a very few songs that can do this and I'm thankful to the bands that make them. Today I rest a little easier than I would've expected to.

People man! I mean stranger than the strange. I'm really smiling to myself while I type this. It's that goofy smile that you get to have when you've fathomed the depths of an indiscernible concept.....of people. Isn't it great how the single greatest biological creation of the almighty doesn't really know what is going to happen the next minute?? All those advanced neurons, all those complex chemical processes - we have the knowledge of. But, what the guy sitting next to you is thinking this instant, or for that matter what you're about to do next is such a mystery. A wonderful mystery. Yeah, I know who am I to solve it....right?

           Yet, I think I have...to some extent. Some kind of wonderful this life is. I do know I'm not doing justice to the title, but, the frame of mind I'm currently in tells me that this title is what it's all about man. oooh I think to myself. It's a wonderful world...............oooh yesssssssss!

    Why did they call themselves the freedom writers? What was in their prose that set them free? Did they call their prose the freedom writs too? Several years ago, a bunch of teenagers and an inexperienced teacher set out to change the outlook of education. A change that would not only transform them but, at a later stage, entire communities. What was it that set their hearts, minds and souls on fire? They were all uniquely yet similarly put on the path to self-destruction. Yet, they found that deviation in their paths - correction - their teacher, Miss G helped them find that deviation. A deviation that would lead them towards a great new destiny. Their transportation - writing.
 
   Yes, I am talking about the freedom writers of Woodrow Wilson high, Long Beach, CA. A bunch of teenagers who would've ended up in body bags for any one of America's favorite reasons - drugs, guns, racial hatred, gang wars, anorexia and so forth. Did they? Nope, they survived. They are all alive and spreading the word on how to succeed despite a thousand different reasons to fail. They are spreading the word on how to stand on your own feet without trampling on somebody else's head. Most of all they are spreading the word on how strong the human will is and the greater good it can do even in the face of inhuman oppression.

    I am many continents away from these people, but I'm truly inspired. To know that a few lines of prose can transform a lot of lives is to know the power of words, feelings, knowledge, communication and courage.

Human, the only animal that can accomplish this!!

To find out more about the Freedom Writers, please visit :
http://www.freedomwritersfoundation.org/site/c.kqIXL2PFJtH/b.2259975/k.BF19/Home.htm

Hiya,

      "A gathering of old men", is a movie that I saw a very long time ago. This particular movie was about a bunch of old men, defending their farm lands against corporates (or something like that). Now this movie was probably made somewhere in the early 90s and I had long forgotten about it - until I saw one such gathering myself today. This was at a coffee shop where I regularly go to draw me some sketches. I was keenly onto yet another bad sketch when I looked to my right. About 8 or 9 men averaging about 50 years of age each were sitting at a table and discussing something with the air of much importance. It took me a while to reckon what movie matched this scenario. You should watch the movie you know..it's a very nice one (except that its a bit slow). I thought this was strange because I'm from India. In India, most old timers think coffee shops are a big waste of time and money (they are expensive anyways). Still, to see a gathering of old men at the most unlikely of places felt strange and likening all at once. Maybe it was time that Indians did start warming up to the idea of coffee places being more than just a rich kid's hang out. It's about time too - its been 9 years to this day since the first of these coffee shops showed up in Bangalore, India.

        And, I don't even know why I'm blogging about this. Just felt like it and it's not that I keep the most interesting of journals either. That's about it. Everytime I think of a topic, there's a lot of things I want to write in regards to it, but the second I set my hands down on the keyboard - poof! it's all gone and one nonsensical paragraph is all I can manage to finally put down.

Hiya,

    This is me writing this blog post from my new Sony Vaio notebook. This thing is da bomb. I can't believe I waited for 8 long years to lay my hands on one (not that it was the cheapest back then. Yet, here I am - finally typing a post away from work and in privacy. I guess I don't have great stuff to offer right now, but hey who doesn't have writer's block? Yep, me and my Sony. This is a great feeling, you know. Okay.. I exaggerated a little bit. More to come later..

                                                                                                                                            See Ya.

Hi All,

I've added some new sketches. Tell me if you like even one of them.