Dreams die hard..

27 12 2005

Dreams are colorful, flighty balloons set adrift in the field of life..They`re made of sunshine and laughter , filled with sadness inside and tied with the thread of hope … People yearn desperately for these bubbles .. They jump at them, flail desperately at them , trying to clutch at their strings of hope.. A lucky few catch their bubbles , they play with them , delighting in the laughter and euphoria.. Others keep trying until the thread of hope runs out..Ultimately, when the bubbles burst , as is their wont, only the sadness remains ..

All balloons are sized the same..What’s different is how much they`ve been blown up..Some balloons are filled well blown their capacity, and they flop on the ground, unable to take off.. Some others are filled beyond their capacity, and they burst before they`re set adrift .. The bigger the balloon is blown the greater the surface area and hence the euphoria when they`re caught and the greater the volume and hence the sadness when they burst..

Dreams, like balloons ,have to be small enough not to burst and big enough to make them worth catching..
Dreams may fade away and dreams may die ,and the sadness they leave behind are best blown away by the winds of change..

New balloons may be made as long as the thread of Hope remains..


Winds of change..

22 11 2005

Wasted the week end working on this essay for the home page of my groups..It came out pretty well, so i consider it time well spent, even if i do have a hard time convincing my professors of that, considering my reviews were due 2 hrs ago 🙂 oh well, let it never be said narendran ranjit was a slave to the establishment 😉

We are the batch of 2001-05,SSNCE. The importunate first few victims of the Anna university hall of shame.

We were a motley group of individuals brought under a common classroom.
The only thing we agreed on was to disagree, be it mass bunks or hostel stays, movie plans or temple forays, year books or college tours, symposiums or get-togethers
We, were a myriad mixture of the jocks and the nerds, the kadalais and the misogynists, The Bacardi Boys and the Enchanting Eves.

But still, through the cheers and boos, through the nagging and the ragging, through the birthday bumps and semester slumps, through the Project reviews and campus interviews,
as we slept through KKTs diatribes and smarted under Vasuki`s jibes,
as we laughed through MGK`s punch dialogues , cursed CB`s scowling visage,
as we waded through Gayatri`s spit and sat through Seshu`s Sanskrit,
as we smiled over Sivamurugans ‘fefore’s and moaned over Vel`s uproars
as we continued on our merry way from being capricious juveniles to sensible adults,
Characters were built. Careers were chosen. Proposals were made. Lessons were learnt.
Some of us learnt to work. Some of us learnt to play.
Some of us learnt to think before we spoke. Some of us learnt to speak what we thought.
Some of us learnt to laugh more in life. Some of us learnt all is not laughter in life.
Hurdles were overcome. Milestones were reached.
Particularly, differences were forgotten and Friendships were forged.
Within the miniscule span of 4 short years, we laughed and we cried and we fought and we rallied and at the end of it all we emerged undaunted by Anna University’s generous arrears and on our way to become true Engineers…

United, as we once were through the common bond of SSN, separated as we now are through the vagaries of time, as each of us traverse different paths towards the same seductive goal of success, we’re bound together through this one group electronically bridging our geographical diversity. We are, and we will remain, The FreakyTechies…


15 11 2005

Subdued yellow lighting.. Chilly climate.. A comfy couch , preferably in a corner .. A thick rug.. fishes flitting around in an tank across the room.. Hum of the heater in the background.. A nice readable book, Harry Potter or Agatha Christie preferably..A mug of hot cholocate ..No phones nearby.. A German Sheperd curled near the couch..Snug as a bug in a rug.. sheer bliss.. My idea of paradise..

hum di humm humm..

7 05 2005

Me`s finally been bitten by the blogging bug.. though goto admit , me ‘brilliant mind’ hasnt really grasped the purpose behind this blogging thing.. ok, i type stuff and put it up..then what??..anyway, skol out ( wah :(( ) so guess i dont have too much better things to do 🙂 .. nuthing much going on in my life right now.. been trying to instill some enthu into my insipid class mates abt doing an year book.. been heads and brick walls till now 😦 .. sheesh, any1 wud think they were glad to get outa there..and to top it off they go and take a group snap without me :(( i miss coll 😦