Unspoken Verses

So wel, i won't really be typin much here, but wil be doin the one thing that i can't from kota, posting pics. Most of these will make Kota look like a very pretty place. Please understand, thats just the awesomeness of the photographer. Ok, that was a lie really. God LOVES to paint up the sky there, its just brilliant. So there, i grudgingly praised one aspect of Kota. The skies are beautiful. The ALMIGHTY is one fantastic artist. And the most brilliant now i think... The next picture, is a photograph of the cycle stand in the coaching institute i'm attending, the photograph has been taken from the 1st floor. ( camera phones are not allowed within the institute.) The cycles depicted, are the cycles of the students who have dropped a year, and even in that of those who do not use autos. so its only a fraction of bout 1/3rd of the total no, of students present in the institute. here goes nothin... These are pics of the same, taken from the 4th floor, by another student...

I'm like bored. I wanna talk crap. Somethin somethin ored, somethin somethin ap. I'm really amazin at makin stuff rhyme. somethin somethin azing somethin somethin yme. I dunno what next I could maybe write No more somethin somethin No more even rhyme. I once saw a cat I then wore a hat And picked up a bat lying on the mat running was the cat but it was too fat yesterday I gave SAT I even saw a rat He was very fat I do love to chat. * Bows to the applause *

I'm happy today, With the bliss of knowin, Your loved ones are pleasured, And their faces glowin So I talked to a friend who had been low in life, And I'm happy to say she's winnin the strife, Hadn't been in contact for way too long, And her happiness is makin me write a song. She faced her ordeals in silence alone, Even though I was always sittin by the phone, Waitin for a friend who might need my help, But she never called or even slipped a yelp. And the one day she broke down right in front of me, And I told her look round, You will see that we, Are always there for you. She still kept her pain, there was lil i could do, And I tried again & again But the situations were grave. And then one day her voice was back, Chirpy, talkative and suave, And it was nice to hear that. The college to go wasn't yet sure, And the ordeals still lay, But she had found a cure, somethin had renewed her faith. She had won an international run of photography, And written stories to...

So among things worth writin about has to be this talk I had with a camgirl about a month back ( I don't actually remember much of the convo really, but i'm talkin bout things worth writin bout, whether or not i'm able to do it is a very different issure. Besides i'm a guy, I probably jus wanna proclaim the fact that i did - not the writing, the talkin. See now i'm really hopin that my loopy windey sentence made sense to you. If it did, you have reason to worry. Or you're the spinning arrow. Although the latter is probably a subset condition of the former. If none of this made any sense to you, you should try another blog. [and needless to say you're NOT The Spinning Arrow . Yet i did say. I'm no longer wondering why I wonder if I overstate the obvious. Its obvious. I do overstate the obvious.] and make sure that the other blog is preferably NOT written by aliens. Which doesn't really say this one is, but by now you're probably NOT reading. So i ...