For the memories.

In Dharwad between 23-25. If good times are not for memories then what are they worth for?

Some of the incidents and things I wanted to note:

- Friend's recollection of his experience when he had to travel second class in a train to reach Bangalore. It was when he was running thru some sort of crisis, which can better remain untold here. His field of work and education is very unlike mine and the rest of us (IT graduates). And so are the difficulties that he comes across... Will have to keep an eye on the development of his future. His experiences make for a good caution for the future and an emotional hard lesson to preach and remember. (If life is not about the reiteration of difficult experiences and surviving thru it, then what meaning does the statement 'My Life' highlight?)

- A night's bachelor party under the candle on a tree top. This tree top hotel was our adda during B.E years. The same tree which must have heard love disappointments and failures all thru those days, now had a different story to listen. Courtesy my friend. The tree is happy. So are we. The party rasied the spirits and we raised the spirits to his future. (Without the high spirits what is it worth partying about?)

- Drive back home after the party on Pulsar. Every time I drive Bajaj Pulsar, I seem to like it even more. Driving at close to 100kph on the road during mid-night gave me a double high. An experience of thrill, when life and death seem just a thin line away, was exhilarating. I somehow feel that the time has come for me to face more such thrilling experiences. But the troubling question that hogs my mind is: Am I ready? (If ever I say that I know I am ready - then its time I kill myself... or somebody shoot me!)

- Homa performed at the friend's place. There were answers to be found and so powers had to be called and sacrifices had to be made. The fire and the chantings, the seeking and the blessings, all had an inexplicable effect on me - for whatever it is worth. If not for me, at least for the concerned. Interestingly, soon after this ritual performance, the TV newsmen were reporting a huge lead to BJP in the Karnataka elections. BJP's victory was assured. (If religion is not for the victorious then what is so victorious about the religion?)

- Pretty chicks in the town. They had to be seen than told. (What is it called for what can be seen but cannot be explained about? A Woman's face(?))

- When sitting in the train, thinking about the re-born feeling of love, I realized that I've no notion of what love is. But do somebody else know? If I've to know, then I've only one thing to do- to fall madly and deeply in love. And bear the consequences it brings. But if only I'd first the courage to say: I love you. (Does she love me?)

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