Some more words of confidence..

nsylesh:
amachwe: well cant help it if i get the weirdos
amachwe:
nsylesh: na na u dont weirdos
nsylesh: the normal people get u
amachwe:
amachwe: hahahahahhaha
amachwe: that a good one!

Words to increase my confidence.. from a true friend!

155mm says:
btw when u say im cute.. do u mean like u would say ohh look at that cute puppy?
Arti says:

Arti says:
dnt know wht to say
Arti says:
azahar
Arti says:
u crazy
155mm says:
y
155mm says:
thank you

Me and Johnson at Ashton Court.  

I went out walking
Under an atomic sky
Where the ground won't turn, and the rain it burns
Like the tears when I said goodbye
Yeah, I went with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering.

The Wanderer - U2 and Jonny Cash

Questions

Lemme ask you this:
Do you think it is possible to feel love for a girl who is not very beautiful, lives far away, you hardly know her and ofcourse you talk once in a while? Especially when you look back on life and see bombed out relations marking the road behind you.

Under such conditions:
Can you feel a connection? More importantly is it possible for HER to feel it?
Maybe sometimes the connection runs too deep to be felt...

Then ofcourse you have this fatalistic habit of driving people who care about you away from you. Maybe because you never got used to people caring for you for no apparent reason. So my friends I ask you is it possible to feel love when you are hanging one step above animalistic behavior?

:)

Arrested! 

Garbage: I would die for you!

Garbage: I would die for you!

I would die for you,
I would die for you,
I've been dying just to feel you by my side,
To know that you're mine.
I will cry for you,
I will cry for you,
I will wash away your pain with all my tears,
And drown your fear.
ah ah ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah ah
I will pray for you,
I will pray for you,
I will sell my soul for something pure and true,
Someone like you.
See your face every place that I'm walking,
Hear your voice everytime I’m talking,
You will believe in me,
And I will never be ignored.
I will burn for you,
Feel a pain for you,
I will twist a knife and bleed my aching heart,
And tear it apart.
I will lie for you,
Beg and steal for you,
I will crawl on hands and knees until you see,
You're just like me.
Violate all the love that I’m missing,
Throw away all the pain that I’m living,
You will believe in me,
And I can never be ignored.
I would die for you,
(ah ah ah ah ah)
I would kill for you,
(ah ah ah ah ah)
I will steal for you,
(ah ah ah ah ah)
I’d do time for you,
(ah ah ah ah ah)
I will wait for you,
(ah ah ah ah)
I’d make room for you,
(ah ah ah ah ah)
I’d sail ships for you,
(ah ah ah ah)
To be close to you,
(ah ah ah ah ah)
To be part of you,
(ah ah ah ah)
Cos’ I believe in you,
(ah ah ah ah ah)
I believe in you,
I would die for you.

amachwe: whats a life time of pain compared to a few moments of love

Think about it.... might change your life...

Friends... 

Everyone going wild!  

The city of Bristol from Ashton Court: taken on 14th April 2005 

The Road to Infinity: taken by me on 14th April 2005 at Ashton Court. 

Few facts about girls...

Girls please don't be angry after reading...

If you praise her,
She thinks you are lying
If you don't,
You are good for nothing.

If you agree to all her likes,
You are a wimp.
If you don't,
You do not understand.

If you visit her often,
She thinks you are boring.
If you don't,
She accuses you of double-crossing.

If you are well dressed,
She says you are a playboy.
If you don't,
you are a dull boy.

If you are jealous,
She says it's bad.
If you don't,
She thinks you do not love her.

If you attempt a romance,
She says you didn't respect her.
If you don't,
she thinks you do not like her

If you are a minute late,
She complains it's hard to wait.
If she is late,
She says that's a girl's way.

If you visit another man,
you're not putting in "quality time".
If she is visited by another woman,
"oh it's natural, we are girls".

If you kiss her,
You are not a gentleman.
If you don't,
You are not a man.

If you fail to help her in crossing the street,
You lack ethics.
If you do,
She thinks it's just one of men's tactics for seduction.

If you stare at another woman,
She accuses you of flirting.
If she is stared by other men,
She says that they are just admiring.

If you talk,
She wants you to listen.
If you listen,
She wants you to talk.

In short:
So simple, yet so complex...
So weak, yet so powerful...
So confusing, yet so desirable.
So damning, yet so wonderful.

William Wordsworth. 1770–1850 The Solitary Reaper BEHOLD her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,	5
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.
No Nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands	10
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas	15
Among the farthest Hebrides.
Will no one tell me what she sings?—
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:	20
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?
Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang	25
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o'er the sickle bending;—
I listen'd, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill,	30
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.

:)

Clairvoyant says:
With love even if the one u love dies... a part of u dies with them and a part of them lives on with u.

The English countryside on a cold spring day. 

The M31 Andromeda Galaxy. Amazing isnt it? 

A line I hate...

I dont know about anyone else.. but I hate it when I read somewhere '... and I never saw him/her again'.
These words are so true sometimes.. you never know when you are meeting someone face to face for the last time. When they drop out of contact, move away or just die.
Ofcourse it is not possible to know everyone you ever came in touch with all through your years on this fine planet. But still the very fact that 'you never know when you are meeting someone face to face for the last time' should make everyone of us cherish each and every hello.
Extending this line of thinking a bit we can see a hello is like a birth, a start of a relationship... a relationship often based on simple things like standing in the same line or travelling on the same plane. The birth, the beginning is the most difficult time. When we say hello we initiate something which has to terminate with a goodbye. Thus great responsibility lies on the person who initiates this birth.
In simple words the responsibility for the relationship and the main burden of pain on its ending (i.e. the goodbye) lies on the person who initiates it.. the person who says hello first.

But when we think of practical relations it is the law of percentages... very few relations (<1%) that we start so happily, actually make us sad when they end. These are often basic relations like love which is most strange and complicated itself. It has no beginning and no ending. It is the one true relation that can be maintained across physical distances. Thus the relation of love has the power to remain unaffected by all kinds of 'goodbyes' including Death. Infact strangely enough Death makes it stronger sometimes.

Some Lucid Thoughts...

The Twin forces which guide a career path:
1) Skill Set
2) Domain Knowledge

Any career path is a delicate balance between the two. The 'ideal' career path is a compact yet flexible skill set targeting several interrelated domains. The two extremes are a narrow skill set with narrow domain knowledge which is often seen in engineering fields. The other end is a flexible wide (if not well developed) skill set and overall domain knowledge across various domains.

Thus the main aim of designing a career path is to find a balance between Skill set development and acquiring Domain knowledge. The depth and width of both being important factors.

Poem

Mariana in the Moated Grange
Alfred Lord Tennyson

With blackest moss the flower-plots
Were thickly crusted, one and all:
The rusted nails fell from the knots
That held the pear to the gable-wall.
The broken sheds look'd sad and strange:
Unlifted was the clinking latch;
Weeded and worn the ancient thatch
Upon the lonely moated grange.
She only said, "My life is dreary,
He cometh not," she said;
She said, "I am aweary, aweary,
I would that I were dead!"

Her tears fell with the dews at even;
Her tears fell ere the dews were dried;
She could not look on the sweet heaven,
Either at morn or eventide.
After the flitting of the bats,
When thickest dark did trance the sky,
She drew her casement-curtain by,
And glanced athwart the glooming flats.
She only said, "The night is dreary,
He cometh not," she said;
She said, "I am aweary, aweary,
I would that I were dead!"

Upon the middle of the night,
Waking she heard the night-fowl crow:
The cock sung out an hour ere light:
From the dark fen the oxen's low
Came to her: without hope of change,
In sleep she seem'd to walk forlorn,
Till cold winds woke the gray-eyed morn
About the lonely moated grange.
She only said, "The day is dreary,
He cometh not," she said;
She said, "I am aweary, aweary,
I would that I were dead!"

About a stone-cast from the wall
A sluice with blacken'd waters slept,
And o'er it many, round and small,
The cluster'd marish-mosses crept.
Hard by a poplar shook alway,
All silver-green with gnarled bark:
For leagues no other tree did mark
The level waste, the rounding gray.
She only said, "My life is dreary,
He cometh not," she said;
She said "I am aweary, aweary
I would that I were dead!"

And ever when the moon was low,
And the shrill winds were up and away,
In the white curtain, to and fro,
She saw the gusty shadow sway.
But when the moon was very low
And wild winds bound within their cell,
The shadow of the poplar fell
Upon her bed, across her brow.
She only said, "The night is dreary,
He cometh not," she said;
She said "I am aweary, aweary,
I would that I were dead!"

All day within the dreamy house,
The doors upon their hinges creak'd;
The blue fly sung in the pane; the mouse
Behind the mouldering wainscot shriek'd,
Or from the crevice peer'd about.
Old faces glimmer'd thro' the doors
Old footsteps trod the upper floors,
Old voices called her from without.
She only said, "My life is dreary,
He cometh not," she said;
She said, "I am aweary, aweary,
I would that I were dead!"

The sparrow's chirrup on the roof,
The slow clock ticking, and the sound
Which to the wooing wind aloof
The poplar made, did all confound
Her sense; but most she loathed the hour
When the thick-moted sunbeam lay
Athwart the chambers, and the day
Was sloping toward his western bower.
Then said she, "I am very dreary,
He will not come," she said;
She wept, "I am aweary, aweary,

Oh God, that I were dead!"