on a rainy day

It rains a lot here and when it does, you tend to go back down the memory lanes coz thats all you can do. With Atif's "kuch iss tarah" in my ears, my soul goes out and drenches itself. It ain't enough for the dry Me.
I had a class today and it felt like its all the same. I yawned seven times, screeched my chair once, nodded each time the prof had her eyes on me and always kept track of the time left for the lecture to be over. The professor is a she, infact she was a DASA at IIT bombay. She told us that she came to purdue at a time when we were probably in our diapers. She is a Christian and she made this clear to us, i don't know why. But I like her. She is motherly in some ways. And she is an indian.

I will be working now the whole of this semester with a lawyer who comes every tuesday to purdue and teaches some legal shit.

My airtime for the cell has crossed 500 min. for this month and this shows how much i spend on voices, of people that were once too close to me to ever care to call them.

I wait to get into the bus everyday and when i get into the bus i wait to get down. I guess everyone is like this. You go carzy to get into stuff and crazier to get out. Do u get it? I couldn't. So I walked today and kept looking at every bus that passed by, didnt get in. Just kept looking at the people in them,then imagined how I would look sitting there.

I so want to cry today, may be watch a movie or listen to a song or going down the memory lane to a chapter in life. I come back to remembering coz thats all I can do.
But like sachin says-" its hard to let go!" its harder to stop recalling moments. I might need to add a few memorable ones. But without you, I can't.

So i wrote this comment to one of sachin's blog:
"you will have your salary in green
your bike in black
your beer in yellow
but you will miss a few
who color ur life in blue
one i'm sure is she
& the other of course is me."