Applies goddamn everywhere.
When you pass by a quiet road stretch, travelling, and happen to look at the moon, you wonder and admire its beauty. Especially the full moon.
And it freakin’ doesn’t appear when you’re starving and praying that it comes out asap.
Been listening to this song for most of time today:
“Yaad kiya dil ne, kahaan ho tum,
jhoomti bahaar hai, kahaan ho tum,
pyaar se pukaar lo, jahaan ho tum,
pyaar se pukaar lo, jahaan ho tum.”
This is a song from the 1953 film Patita – mostly famous due to people playing it on harmonica and mouth organs and such. This song was sung by Lata Mangeshkar and Hemant Kumar. One of the antaras has this line:
“Mere liye aasmaan ho tum”
I think I’m born a tad too late. I certainly don’t live in this era. My choices lie in the past.
A friend says: I would rather break my own heart than someone else’s “:)
How many times in life do we have a choice?
You have to walk carefully in the beginning of love; the running across fields into your lover’s arms can only come later when you’re sure they won’t laugh if you trip.
Source: Wikiquote.org
“You have been volunteered”
“Did somebody call the printer walah?”
That was what I heard when we walked into the room where the Freed.in/2007 organizers and volunteers (and then some more) were busy with last day preparations, the night before the event was to start.
A lot of talks, running between halls, conversations over packed water glasses, resting before the huge fans at the lawn, “Oh, thats your IRC nick? – hello! I’m baks17” handshakes later, I’m happy that I did attend freedel. It was fun.
The talk went fairly okay, better than what I had expected.
Food was _good_ (Pradeepto has scribbled some things about the kebabs and mixed fresh lime soda at Saanjha Chulha), climate was awesome (except for those mid afternoon burns) and people were so c00l. Even after changes in schedules, running between halls, speakers overtiming and such, there was always time for one ciggie, one laugh, one BoF, one tea. It was nice. Nice is good. 
Thank you guys.
And then, after the event, a few of us headed over to the himalayas for rejuvenating ourselves. For some quiet time, some peace. But the gory details of the trip calls for yet another entry.
