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Arright…I am back on track. Right now, I am a bit sick of something…something, which feels unnecessary, stupid and ridiculous right after it happens… What is it? Meanwhile, as you ponder over this conundrum, I am enjoying the theme music of Pink Panther… I am loving it! Makes me wanna dance, wearing Morpheus-type cloak…Now it has changed to “Hit the road Jack…”
“Build me up buttercup”, The Foundations…
“Turn Turn Turn”, The Byrds…
“Don’t worry, be happy”, Bobby McFerrin…
“Ain’t no Sunshine”, Lighthouse Family…not the one by Billy Withers…
“You are so beautiful”, Joe Cocker…
“I saw her standing”, The Beatles…
“The way you look tonight”, Frank Sinatra…
“I love a rainy night”, Eddie Rabbit…

I have been contemplating on spreading some handful of paint on my craving canvas…but can’t think of something at the moment…Wanted to paint Dylan…but it’s a bit difficult, considering my still novice skills…
When will I start studying??? Never mind, I’m still a bit enchanted with what happened to me a few days back…I traveled across the border alone… Felt so great…midnight journey…and my olfactory was in charge of “Diamonds and Rust”…good thing, isn’t it???

“She can kill with her smile
She can wound with her eyes…
And she can ruin her faith
With her casual lies…”
- Billy Joel

Did you know that once it was heard that a little girl asked her father to stop singing in the house? Guess who the father was…not **ton…he was Billy Joel…I read it on an article about kids always getting embarrassed whenever their parents are singing or dancing…they think their parents are outdated no matter how crazily sixty-ish their parents were in their teens…
I am going to be left alone soon for being rude and uncaring…I must be a horrible person…a terrible one too, as some say…cos I take things for granted…Innocence? Who invented that word? Anyway, I guess the following would require four tablets of Hajmola to digest:

“Where were you…I did not see any of you from morning…”
“We did not have any classes. I just had something to do in the Cyber Room.”
“What will you do now?”
“I am gonna go now… Somebody’s waiting”
“Your boyfriend?”
“Well, yeah…”
“You never introduced him to me”
“Come along then…”
“What’s his name…isn’t it Sasha?”
“He is not Russian…”

“Farewell Angelina
The bells of the crown
Are being stolen by bandits
I must follow the sound
The triangle tingles
And the trumpet play slow
Farewell Angelina
The sky is on fire
And I must go.

There's no need for anger
There's no need for blame
There's nothing to prove
Ev'rything's still the same
Just a table standing empty
By the edge of the sea
Farewell Angelina
The sky is trembling
And I must leave.”
- Bob Dylan

Time to read…Time to write…Time to record…Time to paint…time to hone those different strokes of brushes…tired of being the last in class…I never knew competition until I came to Calcutta…I was so used to being the best in anything and everything…I was so used to the adulation all around…I could relax and be myself, cos whatever I did was fine…now I am never recognized…and the thing is, it’s so stupid and farce, this make-believe competition…a ludicrous drama you are acting every single day…takes the juice out of you…and now, I am getting used to it too…