phew....one more week ends.... ahha tommorow comes saturday... i have no hectic work...can rest ...maybe not.... have to shift my place.... got a new place ... this one is bigger and better... old guys wanted me to move out .... they wanted some college friend of theirs to move in ...i said no probs...wont wait for a whole month to finish .... will do it by this weekend .... now tommorow i move of...
spent my whole day today talking to my cutie pie on mail and searching about books ...evne though i have a trail of pending ones to read...god knows when i will finish them... the list includes
1.)My name is red by Orhan Pamuk
2.)To Kill a mocking bird by Harper Lee
3.)Love in time of cholera by Gabliel Garica Marquiez
4.)The Pianist by Wladyslaw Szpilman
5.)Foucault's Pendulum by Umberto Eco
6.)The Pulp Fiction
phew.... dont know when i will complete them... lets see

Today .... well actually from past two days there have been lots of discussion about the robotics i did with my college friends.... the list includes
1.)Pandey ...AKA Pankaj Kumar Pandey
2.)MishraJi...AKA Swapnil Mishra
3.)Motua ... AKA Rohit Kunal
4.)Bholu... AKA...ME...Prateek Shukla
listening to Howard Shore's Beacon hill on my W810i it seems as if a flash back is happening...miss those days...days were tough... but so were we....didnt fear anything as we had nothing to lose .... it happens...maybe this is what they call as warm blood...as we grow up we come to the dependencies and life changes... never mind the song changed to another brick in the wall by Pink floyd...

Pink Floyd

Damn i still wonder.. these people made these songs when my dad use to be a kid and even now..the band that started making songs in 1965 still rocks in the heart of the teenage who might think that 80's is old and 60's is prehistoric ..;)

Roger Waters Came to Mumbai...couldnt go.... but then .... Roger Waters is Roger Waters...not Pink floyd.... and David Gilmour is David Gilmour... not Pink Floyd David Gilmour ,Nick Mason ,Richard Wright and Roger Waters together made Pink Floyd... and with their ways parted...Pink Floyd magic can never me back.... i sometimes wish i was born in 60's .... would have enjoyed the Floyd... alas... i can never be there....

Some times we hope to much....now where did this hope come in.... well...here it is.....high hopes...

Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun
Along the long road and on down the causeway
Do they still meet there by the cut
There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The nights of wonder

Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide
At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world
The grass was greenerThe light was brighterWith friends surroundedThe nights of wonder

hmmm....... goooood nightttt