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I must congratulate blogspot for having the resilience it has, i'd created this account two years back and i'm trying to start to write the first probable blog i ever tried.. i'm still no sure what to write about, so i'll just go with the flow, barring the interruptions of gtalk pings and some girls playing with each other on my screen.. sorry if i sound obscene or too drab...

I just came back from my friend's room asking him for suggestions on how to start with a spicy blog, as he recently wrote his first, albeit on a much darker issue.. something about god being dead and humans moving towards inevitable moral doom. He suggested i write, rather project myself and my shortcomings. He puzzled me, as i didn't find any within, except that maybe sometimes i sleep a little more than others, spend more time on sitcoms than on lecture slides, stick to the confines of my room more often more than others... but at other times, i'm just the coolest!!

I live in a building which houses an average IQ level of 140... insane by normal standards... and true to its word. Around here, the "gods" are those who can sit through Hours of lectures unperturbed, who wake up everyday at 7 when the temperature outside is way less than 7, happily casting off their blankets just to give a teeny tiny quiz, those who find it more interesting to finish assignments rather than watch 'friends' just before the deadline. Guys around here have wallpapers to induce, rather keep up the skyrocketing motivation and talk about building castles in the air and laying foundation under them:)

Although i won't do justice if i took all in one fold. There are others, the "lite" ones, who're interestingly very similar.. they can sleep through hours of lectures, they crawl out of their blankets everyday at 7 for the quiz with multiple alarms, but sensing that warm blooded animals like ourselves deserve the comfort of the blanket, curl back in.. they first discuss on how to approach the assignment, meanwhile they check out the new stuff on DC, by that time the 'gods' are done, and as the cut-copy-paste is about to begin, the blanket takes over... they have wallpapers that serve the purpose of calming down the skyrocketing testosterone levels of this building, they end up doing the opposite....

Talks are already around regarding placements and who bags what, the gods silently giggling, the lites uncertain, running around for answers to their already answered questions, and i ask myself. Why is it i feel that i could have done much more in these 3 years?? why do i feel i lost out? I'm sure this statement echoes throughout this building, the gods always on the hunt for more, and the lites waiting. Of course the occasional sarcasm has the likes of me too listed in the former category, which i greatly detest. But why did i fall behind..

The other day i was going through the newspaper, with all the usual stuff, pakistani army with taliban, bal thackeray vs rest of the world, struggling actresses claiming to be cooperative, india's success confined to cricket pitches and how the rich poor divide kept steeping, the times of ideas is one hell of a page.. then i saw myself, i mean i saw myself in the boy in the picture.. smiling.. looking straight into the eyes of the eclipsed sun god, as if desiring his own doom.. the smile all the more gracious, reminded me of lysosomes...