Aragorn

"Hold your ground!
I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me.
A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship,
but it is not this day.
An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crushing down!
But it is NOT this day!
THIS DAY WE FIGHT!
By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you
stand,
Men of the West!"

You can pass out of an IIT, but you can never leave it behind.. (or something crisp, to that effect! )

http://youtube.com/watch?v=Ht5OAYdlel8&feature=related

Watched this amazing video today
Dunno what folly made me search for IITB videos on You Tube
But then many a men have fallen into the trap
of looking behind and being ensnared by their past!

It is more than a ghost, I think,
This past of mine, it lives in me day and night
The echo of four blissful years of my reasonably happy life! :)

Coming back to my cardinal sin,
The beautiful song was trimmed
morphed rather, to sing praises of
the noteworthy life of the valuable IITB scholar!

You can tell where the words are a delta forced
Yet it fit so beautifully, seamlessly
into the campus life and rung true!
Capturing the heart of life there
in its own distinctive lingo!

Not satisfied with throwing away my
entire weekend maaroing pure lukkha
so I couldn't even recall where my time went
(Ask any self-respecting IITian how to do that )

I went on to waste my Sunday evening too
Listening to the blessed song in an
Infinite Loop
egged on by the portrayal of 'The IITBite'
the notes dissolving away whatever dregs of
guilt the new 'Grad student' in me had
developed

My conscience arose, troubled
by the call of its Alma Mater
Putting fight to stand true to the touchstones
of a true IITian life

And I decided to put away all my NBD and
watch a late night movie
Which fortunately turned out to be depressing
So I felt duty-bound
to watch a happy one subsequently!


Now it's 12:15 am on Sunday and I have a meeting with my Prof
tomorrow morning with 2 days worth of work expected
And not a penny's worth done!

And so I resort to the age old recipe for success of last minute submissions:
A Night-Out! :) :)

Which will begin directly after this
Morale-boosting blog, I promise!

And so will I have been faithful
to my legacy! :)

And guess what, I am happy
Quite happy
At not being a NBDu grad student
buried in books
so desperate to finish all work within a day of the deadline! :D

Happy to decide to put my foot down and break a few rules! :D

For all those who haven't done this
You have no idea of how great it feels
To not arrive..
To late- submit or not submit..
To miss a deadline...
To break a rule..
To miss a beat, dump a care..
To sneak a night for oneself..
To lose the load..

After all wasn't this what IIT was all about?!!

Kahin to...hogi woh...duniya...

It soars right through the mist
clear, sharp, a bolt, a clarion rung.
Piercing through the
shroud of my uncertainty
A ray of sunshine, a note struck true
Swirls, curls and swerves
Curves out of its own self to
boomerang back to my being
Draping my hope in faith

Jaane na kahan woh duniya hai,
Jaane na woh hai bhi ya nahin,
Jahan meri zindagi mujhse
Itni khafa nahin.

Tu bole glass aadha khali,
mein bolu aadha bhara,
Mein bolu kitna saara,
tu bole, zara zara..
Mein bolu din hai to,
tu bole raat nahi..

Baat to wahi hai naa,
Bass wahi baat nahi..

Baat to hai bass yahi ki,
Meri baat bass..

Jaane tu..jaane tu ya jaane naa,
Maane tu..maane tu ya maane naa.

Sky blue & black...

In the calling out to one another
Of the lovers up and down the strand
In the sound of the waves and the cries
Of the seagulls circling the sand
In the fragments of the songs
Carried down the wind from some radio
In the murmuring of the city in the distance
Ominous and low

I hear the sound of the world where we played
And the far too simple beauty
Of the promises we made

If you ever need holding
Call my name, I’ll be there
If you ever need holding
And no holding back, I’ll see you through
Sky blue and black

Where the touch of the lover ends
And the soul of the friend begins
There’s a need to be separate and a need to be one
And a struggle neither wins
Where you gave me the world I was in
And a place I could make a stand
I could never see how you doubted me
When I’d let go of your hand

Yeah, and I was much younger then
And I must have thought that I would know
If things were going to end

And the heavens were rolling
Like a wheel on a track
And our sky was unfolding
And it’ll never fold back
Sky blue and black

And I’d have fought the world for you
If I thought that you wanted me to
Or put aside what was true or untrue
If I’d known that’s what you needed
What you needed me to do

But the moment has passed by me now
To have put away my pride
And just come through for you somehow

If you ever need holding
Call my name, I’ll be there
If you ever need holding
And no holding back, I’ll see you through

You’re the color of the sky
Reflected in each store-front window pane
You’re the whispering and the sighing
Of my tires in the rain
You’re the hidden cost and the thing that’s lost
In everything I do
Yeah and I’ll never stop looking for you
In the sunlight and the shadows
And the faces on the avenue
That’s the way love is
That’s the way love is
That’s the way love is
Sky blue and black

Ainur

I laiss e-mallorn ernediaid.
El-lass dithen, el-lass fíreb
Gâr chinnen. Ir dannatha?

The leaves of the mallorn are numberless
One tiny leaf, one fading leaf
Holds my eyes. When will it fall?
***
Pân i valt law thilia,
Law pain i reviar mistar aen;
Iaur i vell law thinnatha,
Law thynd dyfn na-niss rathar aen.
O lith naur echuiathar aen,
Calad od dúath thuiatha;
Adamminen i vagol vreithannen,
Pen-thôl ad echannen i aran.

'All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king'

***

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And wither then? I cannot say.

***

Upon the hearth the fire is red,
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet,
Still round the corner we may meet
A sudden tree, or standing stone
That none have seen but we alone.

Tree and flower and leaf and grass,
Let them pass! Let them pass!
Hill and water under sky,
Pass them by! Pass them by!

Still round the corner there you wait
A new road or a secret gate,
And though wwe pass them by today,
Tomorrow we may come this way
And take the hidden paths that run
Towards the Moon ot to the Sun.

Apple, thorn, and nut and sloe,
Let them go! Let the go!
Sand and stone and pool and dell,
Fare you well! Fare you well!

Home is behind, the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadows to the edge of night,
Until the stars are all alight.
Then world behind and home ahead,
We’ll wander back to home and bed.

Mist and twilight, cloud and shade,
Away shall fade! Away shall fade!
Fire and lamp, and meat and bread,
And then to bed! And then to bed!

***