And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question “Whither?”
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
Happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn’t know you left open..
- John Barrymore
I finally know what a bee sting feels like! 
The year ended and a new year began. Pretty good the last year, was. Went biking to Sinhagad from Pune. Beautiful, it was.
First it was Megha, then Milind, and now the kde guy Pradeepto. This lad got married recently. And know what? He was signed in on IRC all day. 
It would have been fun if his away message would have read: “afk – marrying”
My congratulations to the couple.
Quite a few people are cursing all the noise and the pollution. As is Ruby. She has been shaking with fear every time a bomb explodes in the building compounds.
Some chakri chaklis, coconut barfis, and sakkar paaraas later, I think the Diwali went quite good. But I miss those long Diwali vacations during school.
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.
“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.
And then, it rained.
But that doesn’t make any more sense than it did earlier. Or does it?