Sunscreen!!

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of 97... wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be IT.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.

I will dispense this advice now.

ENJOY THE POWER AND BEAUTY OF YOUR YOUTH. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years youll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you cant grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.

You are NOT as fat as you imagine.

DONT WORRY ABOUT THE FUTURE ;) or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

DO ONE THING EVERYDAY THAT SCARES YOU

SING!!!

Dont be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, its only with yourself.

Remember COMPLIMENTS you receive, forget the INSULTS; IF YOU SUCCEED IN DOING THIS, TELL ME HOW ;)

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Dont feel guilty if you dont know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didnt know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still dont.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, youll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe youll marry, maybe you wont, maybe you'll have children, maybe you wont, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

DANCE!!! Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

TRAVEL!!!

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Dont expect anyone else to support you. MAYBE YOU HAVE A TRUST FUND, MAYBE YOU'LL HAVE A WEALTHY SPOUSE; BUT YOU'LL NEVER KNOW WHEN EITHER ONE MIGHT RUN OUT!

Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.
(baz lurhman- one of the best ever!!!)

Words !

I said to my soul, BE STILL, and wait without hope.
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing, and wait without love;
For love, would be love for the wrong thing; there is yet faith.
But the faith, and the hope and the love are all in the waiting.
And so the darkness shall be light, and the stillness, the dancing.
(T.S Elliot)

Choose well. Your choice is Brief, and Yet Endless.

Bunking Class

Zoomed into the college waving at the watchman who smiled back, unsure, unsure whether he has seen us(danny and mua) in college. Strolled out of the parking lot, talkin loudly about, as usual, nothin at all.
First pit stop: FOOD COURT
the sweet smell of freshly brewed coffee whiffed thru the air. sigh!!! met ashwin and laughed at tis silly jokes. Laughed so loudly that everyone knew that we were new (or old)to college or askin for trouble. NOT in proper dress code, HUGGING each other as a sing of greeting(???????)
Second Pit stop: MEDIA DEPT
second home more like it. though there ve been certain extra fittings:-) still feels the same
Third Pit stop: PSYCHO DEPT
We always knew why all the students jus love Swarna ma'am and this visit jus reaffirmed it... lovely talkin to her.

Then danny, biny and I jus sat under the shady tree in kiosk, kiosk chetta recognised us ;-) heheheee... those steel chairs, slippin ass, cool breeze! not long ago!!! We were enjoyin every moment of it when suddenly it felt we had BUNKED the two o clock class and were waitin to attend the three to four class. WE never did that when we were in college why shouldit be any different after paasin out???
we tuk off...
flew away...

Yellow Bag

He was the first guy who ever caught my eye. the moment i lukd up, college seemed a different place. colors flyin around and yet the sunny side brightened my day. Always
the sun and the cresent became irreplacable part of the hours...!!! an hour flew by without catchin a glimpse of him. graduation furthered it to months and the final cord cut pushed it to years into 'u never know when'
the sheer excitement of bumpin into him on the road near college or near the place of my favorite hangout sends stars flutterin weightless like a butterfly...
the smile on his face lights up mine... wish i could have this forever but that wuldnt make these cosmic occurances special... jus like he will always be...
Sunshine on a Cloudy Day!!!

Walkin down the lane

Walking down the lane
Seems very familiar
I am walking with myself again
In awe of my thoughts of then and now

Step after step
On the graves of my mistakes
Slithering past unkempt
Fall and fallen

Memories to be laughed at
Some filled with remorse and regret
Vivid yet faint
With my every move was a trap

A sensation of me
As I turned saw myself staring back
Smirking at my faults of present
For every future there is a past
That cannot be erased.

Jack Sparrow

Johnny Depp is one versatile actor... chocolat, the brave and my favorite edward sciccorshands, he has done different roles which not many actors get to accomplish. the best part of him is that he makes all the charectors he plays look so real. JacK sparrow!!! his best. You get so much joy watchin him be the conked, drunk and slightly outta his mind pirate... cant call him the villian though... hats off to him!! ALL THE WAY....... Waitin eagerly to watch him play his magic on the big screen.... !!!

Blast to Normalcy

The past two days have been filled with the stories of the brave and the dead people in Bombay. The front page of all the daily newspapers, and television’s prime time coverage has been completely hijacked by this incident of terrorism. The men of steel with heart so strong ruled many comments, articles and posts. “Though terrorism strikes the core of the city, still gets up next morning and resumes all work.” Normalcy has been attained. It is a very commendable act of courage indeed. But I find that there is something very eerie and ghastly about this whole attitude of the ‘MUMbaikars.’

Yes the citizens rushed out to help those victimized; yes the city did not give the terrorists the pleasure of breaking down the system but why aren’t they fighting back?
And what is this talk about getting back to normalcy? Can anyone in this world be peaceful with a bunch of fanatics roaming about the place, with the aim to kill?
Well in my opinion, the mumbai log have become like the citizens of War laden areas around the world where bombs are like the passing train every hour. Only unpredictable but accepted that it is an occurrence. They have attained a placid temperament about this. Just another day in the lives of the mumbaikars. I see in every person’s eyes a dead calm not before a storm but of despair.

Well I don’t believe in the peace talks between countries. What is there to debate about terrorists and terrorism? Some decision and action has to be taken before BOMBay becomes ‘used’ to this lifestyle. There can never be normalcy in terror. It is crouching in a corner waiting in agony for the next one to strike.