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hate t that i need to have  a title for each of my entries.. :)

the power of himan mind that is rhe only reason why death intrigues me...if only i could know that the trees the animals the dust the air around me could also think and choose to b free then it would be soomuch more easy to embrace death :) if only i could know that they too can choose, choose their actions even against what is good for them or what they want.. i could easily die and start my existence as a million other stuff... if only...

ithippo the only way in which i knw to be able to choose is to be a man..and that is the only glory i could figure out in the otherwise meaning less existance that we all so desperately cling on to..

back in bangalore... feels good.. feels like home..
i knw the moments my parents cease to live i will nolonger have any desire to go back to lerala.. nt that I dont love the place. just that its bests visited as a tourist in an ac bus :)

restarting my job hunt..lets c :)