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How does it feel to grow ? I don't believe much thought has ever been given to that. Or better still, what precisely must one understand when one is told to "GROW UP" !!!!!!!!!! ?

Well, each may have a very different answer to this. While for some it might be as casual as being asked to overlook some detail, but for some soul searchers, it might even be a life changing phenomena! For me ?? Well, it is largely a relative term depending, if not entirely, on the person saying it. Not ignoring various awkward predicaments of unforeseen circumstances, the GROW UP would signify some sort of learning and moving on. In cases of verbal fallacy committed, if any, the same-GROW UP- would conveniently assume the form of blatant ignorance. The least plausible case would be if anyone really looked deep into conscience and pondered over the much talked about, hyped and well-paid for theories in scores of documents, not to forget the word-of-mouth propaganda(s).
In totality, of the chaos and terms relative to perception, how can the GROW UP be paraphrased in politically correct terms, let alone feel it !!!!!!!

dwelving deep into my soul, as the moon shines bright.. engulfing me into your arms, filling each breath with light.. madness beyond self as i wonder, the entire existence of universe , driving deep into the slumber forsaken with each verse....
every syllable i utter, filled with frenzied emotions, emotions i hold within a strong conscience.... the heartless dilemma my soul fights so hard .. an answer so inexplicable fathomless and crude.. the dark and the light , the truth and the untold... as life goes on and i breathe into it .... my love for you goes even beyond might.....

Somehow somewhere

... things just don't feel the same anymore. Why does it happen this way , more often than not ? Am not being disconforming regarding the unusual turn of events, but the instances long forgotten are cropping up again. Names that i had so much wished to avert have resurfaced. So much to send shivers down my spine. But then again i wonder what is it that daunts me. Questioning again, if it fear of the unknown , hatred or just avoidance of something clearly annoying !
Losing Peace !!!!!!!!

i dunnoe what to say.. but i love you ... i still remember that evening when you came into my life... that was the 1st time i felt , what t is to hold a baby.. you were such an adorable one.. the innocence in your eyes.... your warmth.. for the 1st time i held you so close to my heart.. for the 1st time i felt as if i owned something ... that something was mine... i love you so much little one.. you r my tiny little lucky charm... you taught me how to take care f someone.. you taught me what t feels when you go out f the house without your baby... and you feel as f everything is lost... you taught me what it is to look forward for the day to end so that you can just rush home ... to be back with the one and everything in your life... i love you so much...and miss you a lot more... my dearest Archie.

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moving on in life is what life precisely teaches us.. it may be easy for some , may be tough on others ... but mostly it is much more than just a roller coaster ride.... our minds are inherent trained to look into the future while still keeping on the reminisces of past.... moving on being just a present phase..
... in mathematics, as i can safely dare to venture ! , moving on can be described as a function of time , say t , bounded between time of past and the time of future... little realizing that even the minutest of time beyond t = 0 (considered the present instant) becomes the time of future !!!! .. so precisely, it can be said that the function f(t) denoting the moving on phase is actually a limiting case where limit t tends to null magnitude ! ..... and if so then how can it be stated that any person has been trying to move on in his life , when practically, there is hardly any finite time duration for that !
anyways, keeping aside this crappy theory, what basically does one move on to?... future being a consequence of the past.. if moving on meant a limiting phase of "letting go" of what has been done , then how does it be in continuum with what is to come.. as we all know that life is but a continuous plot in teh dimensions of space and time ....

random !!!!!!! big tym !

i mean, how lucky can you even try to get ! when you have sooper cool friends laughing their asses off at the most ridiculous pj you have said ... well, i am lucky.. it seems, lady luck has been pretty impressively beaming down on me, esp in the friendship department....
a hard day attending classes, filled with voltages and currents would definitely get the better of your already lost brain.. especially when your repeated quests for a mass bunk falls light on deaf ears.. its when your chuddi buddies come to rescue.. meeting them after barely 18 hours seems very little to satiate the centuries of mental 'chamatkaar'(read, its just 3 lectures and am already off!!!) .. even Rancho would agree, its a lot of fun to gain knowledge, but definitely not when you know every detail, but the subject content at hand... any drop in signal sends half the planet(read, student community) to deep psychic frenzy... as it is the only and perhaps the best rated time to work upon ones interpersonal communication and stenography skills !.. world feels like "jag soona soona lage".. and heart toh is already a bachha...
its during these effortlessly designed suicidal situations when geniuses are born... right from organising the best imaginative party to giving the world famous fashion labels and designers a run for their money , virtually of course!..is accomplished right on the last pages of notebooks , without even bating an eyelid..
as the famed and over enthusiastic reading mass gleefully tries to pen down and understand (and/or memorize) the not-so-xtra techie facts and figures, its the rest of the supposedly lazy asses that dream big.. think big.. and well, definitely yawn big !!!
birds of the same feather flock together.. and when they come from variety of departments.. the flock is more than just rangeela ! .. discussion about everything related to the worthless of issues and crappiest of things seem gigantically tempting.. and the facades of sanity make way to play catch-catch with Alice.. pity her.. stuck in some wonderland!!! friends definitely form a backbone when you are short of almost everything.. right from paying for that extra cup of coffee to .. well.. even i dunno what ...
but at the end of the day.. you realize how unnaturally natural it is for the dil to frantically search for people who care.. who matter the most... 'coz its only then that the day actually kicks off ...

jus ignore if yu hv better wrk 2 do !!

it seems so amusingly weird .. how our minds work.. fragments of events portray a game of hide and seek almost every fleeting second... a lot can happen over coffee.. and when it comes to sipping a double coffee, even "a lot" fades to obscurity..
i wonder how Newton or rather what was he doing when he made the fantastic observation.. "an apple falls due to some random scientific jargon , "gravity" "... or better, why did poor dear Einstein had to shut himself up in his room just to end up with 3 letters, 1 numeric and 1 symbol character !.. err, just in-case i caught you scratching your head (which i obviously didn't).. i was referring to the revolutionary relationship created "e=mc2"..
thinking about it.. those smart chaps did definitely do some really good job.. else why would i be writing brainless phrases .. that do nothing good, if not bad.. sipping a mug of hot coffee !!!!