memories....

i had gone back after quite a few years to this place called srirampore; the place where i grew up and tasted my adolescent.the agenda of it was to attend a reception of my childhood tutor's son.it was a mixed feeling or i dunno whether i was confused.things have changed a lot which is definitely expected but i just couldnt get along with it.however it would be a sweet memory as i caught up with few friends after some 5 yrs.

now there was once upon a time a fat friend of mine.his essence of life was to be a good boy(more specifically mom's goodygoddy type).this guy was what our society defines as a good boy.its quite chocking to observe him and i detasted it very much.however i couldnt be rude to him because of his soothing nature.to be more specific i enjoy his company.however his sense of humour has detoriated and he testifies whatever he speaks with some stupid logic.well this another friend of mine still remains the very same.she is still the same witty,subtle and wicked.it was great pulling the legs of the god boy with her.nice company to bring up the nostalgia and to live up to it.

well taking about memory makes me walk back to school life.(till 10).a harsh truth is i have lost all my good friends of that time;although i don't repent it basically.however these days i am quite in touch with 2 of them;those specific 2 whom i thought to be snob and am sure that the feeling was mutual.i wish to verify this hypothesis of mine with them.well i am in touch with 5 of my frnz(of my +2).their friendship would be something i will cherish my lifetime(my fingers are crossed).why do people change when they are least expected to do so???


one of my friend reads my blogs.i dont get why does she do that?is she as insane as me or just time pass??anyways my blog got a reader whom i know..proud me..this reader has a fetish to think herself tall(relativistic overview of life).however it was interesting to find some of our thoughts match.(see m indirectly bragging and also feeling pseudo proud).


memories they say is just a evening walk throught a street by the garden.the lights and shade caused by the neonic tubelights are replica of our life.i guess people think a lot but they really dont want to do it.i wish there would be a day where we would celebrate thinking.i would write a song for you;paradoxically it would be the resume of my life.i would sing it with some morbid riffs and distortion with major headbanging.i would try my best so that you dont understand the lyrics.the bottomline is - i wil kill the song.( now dont get me wrong; i am not suicidal).memories often force me to read morbid poetry. i simply love them.i wish to correlate with them and my pessimistoc approach helps me.


memories also force me to think if i had an option of not being me but to be a more successful,desirable good boy.i hate my memories then.well all this may sound as if i got ditched today but basically i am enjoying my old monk and listening to poets of the fall.i am in love again with myself and am celebrating life....