Saturday, July 29, 2017. read as whenever I travel alone! One is the waiting you do at the huge hall until the platform number appears magically on the neon board. V makes trivial comments about folks who litter to the folks who jitter nonstop! The train arrives after.

Friday, September 09, 2011. 89 cr net selling in index futures. Heavy cutting of positions by put writers at 4900 and 5000 strikes. Open interest wise, nifty.

Life is full of fun, 3NJ0! I recently purchased Amazon Kindle. And so far experience is pretty good. You can carry around lot many books with Kindle, however feeling of holding physical book in your hand and smell of new book is altogether different. Develop into a lifelong self-learner through voracious reading; cultivate curiosity and strive to become a little wiser every day.

An introspection of a pathless soul. Saturday, February 13, 2010. Company means my laptop and fone. That sense of emptiness in me. I look to do something. Play, sleep or sing. But my mind seems so bored. Life is as bitter as a gourd. I go out to clear my head. Roads all seem so dead. I wanna scream out aloud. But my ego being so proud. Consoles me that this is a phase of life. Everyone has a period of strife. Am i missing someone? Right under this bright sun.

Because no body names a blog after themselves, I mixed it up a little. Sunday, 2 March 2014. I had such a moment this weekend. Rummaging in my shed for a bundle of pictures, I found a book I had forgotten all about. The marching band outside a window plays,. In the room above a man is laid -. In the heat of June. His lips are curled, his eyes so dry.

Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or Bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken. Friday, April 2, 2010. Through the open window i used to gaze. Built my house on the rainbow. That I walked with the stars. Into the realm of love so far.

My thoughts, My ideas, My beliefs. Thursday, December 8, 2011. I mean, what a topic to write about. So this pseudo friend I have, insists that I write about her. She is really hard to say no to, you know. Simply because she wont shut up unless and until you listen to her. Forget what you want to do, or what the consequences might be, but you have to do what she tells you to do. Simply because its too much fun. Then there is the morning after.