GIBBERISH TALK-"NOT JUST A FOOT WEAR"

The ways I took had taken its toll on my shoes. It had completely worn out. Now to buy one, I had to go all the way and I hated that. My brother is very choosy about footwear. Not me…

During my siesta that noon, I suddenly had a vision. I was in a footwear shop. I wanted to finish the ordeal as soon as possible and intended to buy the very first one I saw. I was waiting for some one to show show me a pair, when I bumped into umm…Mahatma. He was standing there, in front, with a smile on his face. He offered me his pair of sandals. I looked at them. "It may not have the modern looks, it may be completely battered", Mahatma remarked, with the usual smile on his face. He continued, "but it sure is sturdy. It has taken me all through my journey, helping me stand straight, never faltering. Each step I took had taken me closer to my goal. Here, take them."

I was shocked!! Here was Mahatma offering me his sandals. I reached out my hands and took the sandals. But I could barely hold them. It weighed like nothing before.

That’s when I had the daunting realization..

These were the sandals that bore the expectations of a million of people…

These were the sandals that shook the foundations of an empire…

These were the sandals that left its footprints in the pages of history…

I turned and looked back at my own footprints. Barely visible…

How could I step into Mahatma's shoes??

Our history boasts of great men. The footprints they have left us have to be carried forward. The torch should continue glowing ahead. For that, each one of us have to step into their shoes…

So, the next time you go to buy a pair of shoes, remember not to be too hasty, for someone tomorrow will be there to fill in your shoes, to follow your footprints.

Let it be the right one...

GIBBERISH TALK-"THE PARADISE UNVIELED"

Water on Moon!!

Path breaking discovery..India's gift to the world..The face of moon re-written..A new age has been heralded when moon travelling has a whole new meaning..

The entire scientific community is upbeat about the endless possibilities this discovery has opened up..

"It's a game changer in the sense of future human exploration to the moon, in that now there is the potential of resources of water that future astronauts could tap so that we don't have to bring this water from Earth."

Ok..so we would one day tap water from moon. Bottled 'moon water' might be a possibility!!

Moon Water-'The low gravity Water'

But who is the real benefactor??

Of course, science has a lot to gain..but behind all the hungama, is a group of people, who are really ecstatic, who are not laughing out loud, yet cant hide the smile in their face..who else would need water as badly as the African countries for their existence, Yes.. the Beverages Corporation, especially that of Kerala..

No, seriously..Even Achu maman has to be happy..Reason: it’s a recognized fact that there is no place in the world where malayalees are not there, and the first thing that a malayalee does in a new place, besides hunting for the newspaper, is finding the cheapest route to the nearest Bevarages outlet!! If Kerala Beverages could open their outlet in moon, plus start a campaign against Videshi madya boorshas, rest assured, all the lunar malayalees would queue up. Beverages is one of the main source of income for our Govt. Add to the equation a 'lunar alcohol consumption regulation' tax ,and the Kerala govt would be set to mint money!!

Malayalees are looking for a reason to booze. It’s a must, for the birth of revolutionary artists, new political thoughts etc.. As soon as the shadows begin to lengthen by late evening, you can see people queuing up..no confusion..no hooliganism..all stand in a very serious, professional manner waiting for their chance..both the young and the old, rich and poor..one instance of equality that would make any comrade proud!! By late night, the roads are filled with people who have turned into snakes, crawling..into birds, soaring high..

In a place with gravity six times less than earth, these Ani-morphs could become monsters, jumping over craters and rocketing over mountains..(truly, Red bull would offer you something much more than wings!!). As I said before, the possibilities are endless!!

Lunar water and Kerala Beverages-ah, the dream team!!

I am no soothsayer, but the future surely looks 'LIGHTER"!!

GIBBERISH TALK-"VISUAL BLINDNESS"

I have heard that nights are followed by mornings..that each night, people sleep with the hope of waking to a beautiful dawn..I have heard that the sky is blue and roses red.. I have eaten Ice cream, but have always wondered how the cherry looked..I like Batman, for he is the Hero of the dark and like me, is forever associated with darkness…

Welcome to my world..

Darkness..Black is the colour of night..black is the colour of death..and black is the colour of my world..
Each night, I sleep into this darkness and next day, I wake into this darkness..Darkness has been my companion throughout..darkness is the only truth in my life..

Besides darkness, there is only one other person who knows me inside out..she is my life, my constant support..she is the one to whom I have confided all my fears and passions..she cannot speak, for nature has made her so, but her touches are so caring..so reassuring..
Love is blind and that suits me..

Thankful to my parents, I have always had things the way I wanted..I have a large room..and an entire bed for myself..at times, at night, I have stepped on people lying beside my bed, on the floor..mom later said, they were the servants in the house ,who were to look after me.. Mom always called me 'Raja' and I felt so too, my father had to be a king or something huge, to shower me all these luxuries..

But all was to change.. During a check up, one of the doctors deemed that after all, a surgery might sometimes restore some vision..the date was thus set..all preparations were made.. And throughout the chaos, I held her hands in mine and sat silently, wondering how my life was going to change forever!!

As the dressing was slowly removed, I barely heard what the doctor was saying, for I was so eager to experience this something new, this something that even words could not fully describe!! I wanted to see her..my parents..wanted to see colours..the cherry..batman, yes, why not? The whole experience of "experiencing the new" kept me in a bliss like never before..

Slowly the darkness began to fade..my companion was leaving me.. I shut my eyes tight, not to loose my companion..but the eagerness of what lay before me, made me open my eyes.

Brightness, with all its cruelty embraced me(darkness was soothing, kinder!!)..

My first vision, a myriad of images flooding my brain..I couldn't comprehend what was happening..i closed my eyes to shrink back into my protective shell..but it was no longer dark in there..I had lost my companion forever..

My parents stood in front of me.. I recognized them from their voices..but..but.. Something was wrong..though my father did have the heavy voice, he did not look any bit royal, on the contrary, he looked ragged and bruised..my mother was dark and tanned, with an aging face..i looked around..Where was 'she'??

Suddenly I wanted to see myself..i looked into the mirror..and looked outside instantly..tears of disappointment began to pour out of my eyes..i was no different to them..all these years, I was fed on lies..

Our palace had 2 rooms..a common room which included a kitchen with my bed at the corner(my parents slept on the ground.."servants" huh..my mind cried..). I rushed inside to meet her..my mind longed to see her..and there she sat, beside my bed, a half broken statue, with its arms stretched out to my cot..

I felt numb..i closed my eyes and touched her hands..there she was in my mind, in her entire beauty..and when I opened my eyes, and she transformed into a stone.

I had lost my companion..and now her..forever..

My surgery was funded by some institution..they claim, I got lucky, but I knew that my luck had changed forever..that I have lost MY world and now I am in alien in YOUR world..not mine..not mine..

'Oh almighty, please make me blind again, for with sight, I learnt sorrow'

GIBBERISH TALK"LIFE IN VICIOUS CIRCLES!!" (Short story)

Lights..red and blue..a body surrounded by people..a body recognizable only by a piece of half burnt paper in the wallet.. "The police recorded the death of a man named Ravi Tejus, approx aged 25, at the premises of the Vihar colony yesterday.."

I woke up with a start..my family seems very gloomy..some are even crying..who are they mourning for?..people have gathered in the yard..who are they biding farewell to??..why are everybody just staring at me??..and why is my photo placed in front of a corpse??...My vision fades..Total blackout....

My alarm is ringing..mom switches it off..she doesn't wake me up..however she sits besides me in the bed .looking blankly at me..i feel like a stranger.. I thought the dream was over?? Nobody greets me as I walk down the stairs..oh, why is everyone acting so indifferent to me?? Just because I got pick pocketed the other day, have I been declared an outcaste..C'mon bhaiyya, even you ignore me??i pick the newspaper..the story of the burnt body of Ravi Tejus screams at me..WHAT?? Ravi Tejus dead??I'm dead??the address is correct, but something is wrong?? "the wallet was almost completely burnt…"..yes, the wallet..wasn't I pick pocketed the other day?? So, that couldn't be me!!relief..mom, dad, I'm here… maybe all I need is a shave?? Then they would recognize me..

But, I cannot shave..I'm stuck in this image of mine, cause I can't find my reflection in the mirror..I look around.. No shadow..what's happening??..My vision begins to fade..Total black out....

I'm surrounded by a warm fluid.. I'm in a womb..my mother caresses me with her caring words..i see my father..he had once stolen money from me, placing my wallet back and flaming my body?? Why am I his son?? Total black out....

A past vision..

I am a money lender..the pickpocket has been captured by my guards..he has failed to pay the dues..i put him in dungeon, torching away his home and family..

Back to present..

Now I'm his son..What is the future?? Am I supposed to avenge him for killing me?? Is this my karma?? When will I escape this vicious circle of life and rebirth?? When will my soul be free and seek enlightenment??...

GIBBERISH TALK "THE BUG IS HERE!!"

Festival time!! Happy Onam wishes in the month of holy Ramzan!! There is a serious bug spreading a sickness all around the world..(no, not that of swine flu)..this bug is so powerful, it is spreading a sense of optimism in all direction..its festival time..yippee!!(SEE??)
Every one in Kerala is infected by this bug in the form of onam and ramzan..children wake up early morning(7am) and start to do the pookalam('do the pookalam'??sorry, couldn come up with anything else..purists, forgive me!!)..in our house, this activity is pursued by my ever-enthusiastic father, who comes up with designs just like that, in patterns we sometimes can't even comprehend.. He has been a perennial optimistic (a chronic case of the bug, my mind observes!)..okay, so Onam is here, people are celebrating, while achu maman and kari satheesh( or paul, depending on where your loyalty is) takes the backstage, at least from the minds of the people, if not papers..sure signs of the bug infection..
The pooja holidays are coming..reasons for my brother to celebrate..no books..no sweat..
A quick search in web revealed a minimum of 11 guaranteed/recognized festivals in the upcoming month..oh, we sure are an optimistic lot, looking for reasons to celebrate (how long have we been infected by the bug, my mind ponders!!)

And now, the bug has taken flight..England is gripped in a splitting headache , following the post-ashes celebrations( but the spirit will never die, they claim!!) Taliban has been be-headed, so the U.S(and with that the world, its taken for granted..hmph!..) is celebrating..Usain Bolt breaks his own record and is now gonna try long jump(jamaica leaping in anticipation..and of course celebrating)..Elections taking place in Iraq/Iran (or is it in both of them??), reasons to celebrate..rakhi has finally found her soul mate (who cares!!)..but he can't afford her (ha, that’s a reason to celebrate!!)..someone reveals he has cheated his wife on sach ka samna(celebrate, yes!!)
Im not against celebrating and all..i was just observing that the world has so many reasons to celebrate, to enjoy, yet most of us feel bored & depressed always..go, have a blast as long as the bug is here..

On a personal note, people around me have already demanded 'treats', even before my exam results have come out..my, my, has the bug mutated a bit higher?? you never know…. Bye..

GIBBERISH TALK- " A NEW PERSPECTIVE!!"

Hi all..Thank you for all your response regarding the blog.. This being the 5th post, this blog is sure growing!!! Now who would have thought that…

The other day, I had a unique experience, and thought I would share with all of you..my brother's school had organised a function at the juvenile home at Calicut, they were donating few books to the children there.. My brother is the students's pupil chairman (publicity drama!!hmph..) and so had to attend the function, and as always, I was assigned to act as his driver, conveying him to and fro.. With the least enthusiasm, I accepted the duty( which was in fact an order, so either way, I could not say no!) … The juvenile home, for all I knew, was a place where children with criminal background were housed..and I din't want to meet them, hell, I dint even know where this place existed in calicut..So with a lot of prejudism and no enthusiasm, I took my brother there.. There was a huge gate, with a serious- no nonsense- guard at the entrance.. (Jail! my mind said). As we went further, we reached a huge building, with a once- upon -a time- white paint.. The board read "Govt. juvenile home-girls wing"..The entry into the building was blocked by black grills ,which was locked(Jail! my mind confirmed).. Two women were sitting inside(probably teachers) and they greeted us warmingly and took us in to the superintendant's room..as the seniors in our group talked with the superintendant, I walked about the place..the first thing that caught my attention was their notice board.. It had two displays, one was a picture of India, decorated with beads, the other, a beautiful scenery..i was amused, I had expected to see only "wanted" posters of criminals in the notice board.. As I looked around, I saw girls of different age groups ..most of them were happy and playing different games.. Surprised at their happiness, I returned back to my group, who were proceeding to the auditorium.. The auditorium was packed with children.. The little ones(really small ones, I was surprised to hear them speak!!)occupied the front seats with the older ones behind, all in an orderly manner(which again surprised me!! Little did I know, today I was in for a lot of surprises). The function began, my brother spoke something, followed by the blah-blahs of their school principal, other members etc.. I was assigned the job of taking photos( my requirement elevated from that of a driver!!). As I went about taking photos, the superintendant of the juvenile home got up to speak. Let me describe her for you- she was a lady in maybe her mid 40s, a bit plump and had the image of your friendly nieghbour, always smiling(contrary to the stereotyped image of cruel superintendants in cinema). She had such a positive charisma about her.. She spoke about what juvenile home actually was.. The following is the gist of what she said-The juvenile home is not for criminal children.. This is a venture, where children, who have no support from their parents(Living or dead) are sheltered.. These children have no criminal background and have done no crimes..those who have committed crimes are sheltered elsewhere in what is called the Observation home.. All that these children lacked are loving parents..such children are looked after by this institution, fed and cared..they are even given normal schooling along with classes in music, drawing etc..

I was shocked.. How wrong I was in calling them criminals..i felt extremely guilty..after the speech of the superintendant, we had an interactive session where these children sang..out came the mahalakshmis and jyothis(no different from the ones we know in the outside world) to sing.. There was even a girl who sang a song that was completely written and tuned by her..so talented, I felt ashamed of myself..and the group song that all the girls sang together was 'Daddy Mummy!!'

As we were preparing to leave, these children crowded around us..they wanted to talk further,wanted to hear from us more..and their love was so genuine.. As we left, all of them were waving bye to us….

I have not met god..but I have met some one quite close to that. The superintendant has dedicated her life for these children..she treats them as her own children and these kids call her 'Amma', a name she truly deserves..in her hands, these kids are safe..

I left the place with a completely different perspective, to the extent that I am being drawn back to the place again and again..even the guard who seemed really tough earlier, looked more friendly now.. I am happy for the kids.. They are in the right place. God bless them..

GIBBERISH TALK-"LOST/CONFUSED!!"

Hold your breath… exams are over, and if all goes as planned( touchwood!!), the world would soon have one more "smile architect" to its list.. This is a significant moment, a moment I have dreamt of since my kindergarten days- the day has reached, when I can officially make rockets and boats out of my books, and care less! ( an activity that only our examiners had the right to do, to our answer papers).. And thus the moment came, and passed.. Void..that's what I felt.. A huge void has crept into me..what am I supposed to do now??? In films, I should have been throwing my books to the ceiling, doing a dumb/smart step(depending on whether u are a mamooty or lal fan) and jumping all over the campus with a peppy number, with my friends copying my steps and giving a good backup..but alas, my life is not so filmy.. And so, I'm still left with the question, what the hell am I supposed to do?? My life for the last four years has been following the same routine of getting up at 7& reaching college at 8..though mechanical, there was a reason to wake up every morning..a whole batch would be there for me..and now I'm a temporary outcaste from my college..my presence in the college would raise a lot of eyebrows and questions -" what's he doing here now?","Isn't his exams over? ", to the extent that others would even suspect my coming to college as an attempt to butter up my teachers..So, you need a reason to come to the college, even if I felt it as my second home..and it is that reason that is lacking now..and thus, the "void".. I am not sure, how many of my batch mates feel the same..I might be jumping into conclusions, but I don’t think, many of them share this sentiment..most were excited by the fact that they could finally go to their homes, without cutting classes.. And this irritated me a lot, me being a day scholar, going to home was the last thing I wanted to do..but deep inside, I'm sure, they'll also miss the fun of college once they reach home..after all, the bonds that we have created are too strong..
This is the most vulnerable period in my life.. Internship(stipend!!), finally is so near..I have bragged to many what I would gift them, once I get my stipend..besides this added pressure, people also expect me to become a totally new person..suddenly, I have been upgraded to a new level, my opinions have become more valuable..people finally have begun to pay interest in what I have to say about our recent cricket loss(a sure sign of recognition in India!!)

Okay, I knew the day would come when I had to say good bye to my books, but now that the moment has passed, I miss you, dear books..On a bright note, the next one year in college would be a relief.. No exams..no appointments to be kept..no vivas..no van fees (something that we have been paying all these years, except that the van actually does not exist!) .So, I am to become a "staff" of the college (a fact proved by the fact that we are now part of the staff cricket/football team in the college!!).
The fact is, I'm lost/confused..and I'm sorry to spread this confusion to your already existing "breathless" confusion..now you can leave your breath..thank you for your cooperation.. Goodnight all!!..

GIBBERISH TALK- "GETTING THINGS STRAIGHT"

Hi all.. Lightning has struck once, however without major causalities, .. Our first practical exam is over..thankfully it has passed uneventfully, which is an event in itself.. Next lightning sessions scheduled on 18, 20 and 21st..

Oh, by the way, I am a dentist, or rather striving to become one..personally, I do not like the word "dentist". I feel, it has something mean and sinister about it..i prefer calling ourselves "smile architects", which has a much more brighter and positive appeal.. What we do is not a mystery, but people do have a lot of misconceptions about us.. For starters, we are also human.. We are often perceived as cold and heartless, and as born sadists..its as if only the most cruel of the men become dentists, who are viewed as someone much closer to a butcher!! And yes, it is perfectly safe to talk with us..we are no social outcastes and do not just- like- that pull off your teeth just by the sight of it.. Thanks to Ogden Nash , children fear us and often confuse us with Dracula(its all a toothy affair!!) Things have reached to the extend that the general public fear us as much as the police, both being public ka no.1 enemy..

But lets get things straight.. Any person who has had the misfortune of experiencing dental pain surely knows the significance of the service we render..we are the mothers darling, when we correct the crooked teeth of their children and fill the cavities, which range from small pits to massive after-bomb holes..and yes, we even are a requisite for the matrimonial business, providing potential bride and bridegroom with the most perfect smile( as first impression matters after all)..and who else would give your grandparents "the extra bite" to lead an eventful post retirement life??

Seriously, im not bragging how we hold the society in our palms, but all I'm asking is bit of understanding. We are a wrongly interpreted group, and all I wanted to do was to straighten out this..

Now that we are in an understanding term, let me tell you something else that has been on my mind.. There is a crazy swine flu victim who has escaped from the hospital and is roaming about free..take care not to cross your path with this swine..

And a bit of detective work..

BEHOLD THE ROOT CAUSE OF SWINE FLU!!

So, with the lunatic strolling freely between us, life couldn't feel much more brighter! Goodnight all!!

GIBBERISH TALK-"NOTHING" SPECIAL

Hey, things do sure move fast.. It was only yesterday I was 'thinking out loud', and by today, I have started blogging!! It is all down to the power of words, not mine, but of my brother.. He has been incessantly asking me to write, as if I'm some god gifted writer or something!! And this blogging -slogging is all due to him, to escape his cold stares and his not -too-good- lyrics singing how lazy I am.. I am not lazy, as I have already established before, and thus the blogging affair started..but today, the relay seems poor..nothing particular is coming to my head( as you might have already guessed, it rarely does)..its much like all india radio fm station, which is there throughout the day, when you don’t have the time to hear it, but strictly shuts up by 11pm, when you finally have the time ..so as nothing is coming to my head, lets follow the course and talk about nothing.. First there was nothing& from this nothingness emerged the cosmic dust…..hey, this is getting all too philosophical ..kind of dad stuff.. I bet that’s what he would have to say about "nothing". Ask my brother, and he would say nothing is equivalent to what he is right now, he is a complete nothing in almost everything(all down to the entrance exam bug….definite grey clouds!!). For mom, "nothing" would be the most terrifying word or scenario.. Nothing in the kitchen? Oh my god! How do I feed my chubby kids??( or fatty kids , for outsiders)..as for me, I enjoy this state of "nothingness"..you need not pretend anymore and you can unveil yourself, however gross it is.. I have observed that it is in this nothingness that the true self is caught up in.. It is then when your darkest fantasies and unfulfilled desires crop up.. Thanks to axe, I don’t think girls queue up in my "nothingness" hour anymore.. I have an other dark fantasy, but I cannot talk about it now, maybe I'll tell you later.. But often, in my nothingness, I wish myself to be a sports reporter( a bit of an anticlimax I guess, with all these dark fantasies talk, sorry).. My nothingness is filled with vivid images of goals and fours and myself screaming full throated through the microphone! Live sports, eat sports..thats me in my nothing zone(I am risking myself loosing out some girls with my open confession of being a sports freak, but that’s something they'll have to live with!!!) Also, there is another side of me that wants to be free and go wild..

I'm not suggesting you all to do nothing at all..that would be blasphemy..

All I'm suggesting is that "nothing" is not just nothing, but it has something to it. It has its own place in everyone's life.. It gives you the rare moments when you unravel and understand yourself better..(however, if u feel you were the chicken who tried to cross the road and got squashed, mate, it’s a warning! ).

So, with nothingness engulfing me and the space in todays blog, lets cast our pens down .. Good night all..

GIBBERISH TALK-THE BEGINNING

Okay, this is something new im starting.. Im not the "diary" type of person, and I don’t know why im doing this.. But still, im having this sudden inspiration to pen down (or rather key- board down) my thoughts. And that’s all.. No excuses or justifications..

My mind is in a whirlwind.. Exams are fast approaching.. To be precise, 3 days from now. And there's a lot of lag work, true to my nature.. I'm not a lazy person, but I have this annoying -to- others- but- thoroughly -enjoyable- for- me habit of postponing things. I postpone each and every thing to the last minute..its an impulsive thing, something that I have no control of..before I can even start to comprehend the situation, I would have finished postponing the job..and the weird thing is , I enjoy it.. Toiling in the 12th hour always gives me a reason to work for. There is no option other than to get on with your job.. And I have noticed that immaterial whether i start months early or begin in the last minute, the end product is just the same.. The thrills and uncertainties involved in these last minute dramas, that’s something I crave for.. And when you somehow get the job done in the nick of time, the satisfaction that you get, is something out of the world..i like uncertainties.. Life has to be uncertain. Only then do you have a reason to be alive. It gives you a hope that tomorrow is gonna be better than today, or worse..the point is, it assures you of a change. And it is this uncertainness that makes me enjoy exams..you are never sure what's gonna happen, if you have studied enough, or if the wicked professor has succeeded in his evil scheme of making a fool out of you.. Plus, exams have an atmosphere of their own.. There is a general sense of doomsday.. You have a personal countdown alarm, counting days, hours and eventually minutes until Armageddon..

Also you get to see clouds.. Oh, u might want to know what clouds are.. I feel each person has a cloud.. Its much like a halo, that sticks over your head.. Each person has one of a particular colour, depending on his mood or general state of being..my brother has a green cloud when you ask him to study..and my mother often has a silver hue, which is more out of exasperation, from her efforts of raising two retards and their lunatic father.. So, exams brings out these clouds of varying hue..my friend Manees has this purple hue initially, that darkens as exam approaches , to grayish , to a murky blackness on the eve of exams. Anu has this hue of red, that warns you to better be nice with her and not cross the line, or risk getting yourself grilled..

This is turning out to be more of a confession book.. Maybe that’s what it is.. But I haven't confessed any thing yet.. Just been speaking my thoughts out loud.. The book of secrets?/ ah, that sounds too cheap..lets not rashly jump into any names..that's what most people do, worse to their kids. In their brief moment of madness in possessing something cute, they give him all this chubby-chubby names that becomes a kind of embarrassment for the poor kid as he grows up.. Seriously, how serious would a name Jibumon sound? Dr.jibumon? that's a laugh.. Or how about, jibumon, the dragon slayer..worse, jibumon, the serial killer?? Its okay to call him chikku, or pinky or tittu at home, but c'mon, please give him a respectable name to live with.. And then you have people on the other side, who name their kids with all this heavy names that the child gets bogged down by the sheer weight of it..baby mrithyunjaya!! Udid end up calling him mrithyu, and the whole point of the name is lost..even I am a bearer of such a name.. Krishnachandran..now how many times have you heard that name? krishnaprasad, ok. Ramachandran, ok. But Krishnachandran!! It turns out that I have been named after both my grand fathers of the two sides, thus embodifying the union of two blood lines.. Ok, great thinking.. But what about the look on peoples face when I say them my name? I see it all the times..luckily, my friends, who find it too tongue twisting to call me, ended up christening me "kc".. And thus a new person was born..Krishnachandran now exists only in the attendance rolls and university papers.. I'm kc.. Kc is cool and I like it..

Okay, finally my eyelids are beginning to respond!! I'm an insomniac..I hate sleeping, though curiously, my brother complains me of being a monstrous sleeper. The thing is , I don’t like to get to sleep for the sake of it.. I prefer to talk and let sleep get to you.. But I have been always alone in my bed room right from as long as I can remember.. So I have developed this habit to sleep only when I really need to.. I feel life is too precious to spend it sleeping.. And it this insomniac madness of mine that prompted me to set out in this new venture, which I had mentioned in the beginning, that I am no "diary" writer..so, lets call it a day guys.. Goodnight.. Sweet dreams.. And may the Elven star shine bright.. Adios..