Saturday, October 13, 2012

Life is slippery, we all need a loving hand to hold onto

-said H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

A pretty boy I knew more than a decade and a half back, died a sad silent death some days back. They found him days later. It was in the newspapers the other day. The newsreaders comment, judge, draw conclusions. He's just a part of some statistics for them.


He was a nice little boy, you know. Pretty, Chivalrous, Sensitive and Kind. But somehow, I mostly remember picking up senseless arguments with him for no reason, none that I can recollect now. What I do remember is of him sporting his playful smile soon after. He was an easy going chap, that way.

He deserved better. Such a slippery thing, Life.

Rest in Peace, Franklin Mendez.

The song in my head right now is this.

Sunday, October 7, 2012

spoilt for choice

One Sunday evening:

Battle of the year, South East Asia 2012 International BBoying Championship finals in the Open Air Theatre.

A belated Onam Sadya from the campus Kerala Kala Samithi at the Student Activity Centre.

The campus Design club's meet on freelancing in the Himlaya Lawns.

One thoroughly confused woman who feels like a little girl in a candy shop o_O

68 days since I stepped out of the forest campus.
I am dead busy, dead tired, but feel more alive than ever.
Life is good.