Dad Vs Fiance

When a gal sets out to search for a suitable guy for marriage, little does she realise that sub- consciously she is looking for all the traits her dad exhibits.This often ends in disappointment as intelligent and self-assured guys have become a part of a diminishing race. Qualities like One stop shop for all joy and miseries, reassuring personality and of course, the never ending allowance for shopping matter a lot. The current set of guys are somewhere lost in transition. neither where their dads where nor belonging to the metro sexual category of ultra suave men. Most of them do not know what they want from life. The extremes of being nerdy or a party animal are quite heavily populated. It is the equilibrium position which seems to be lacking numbers. There are so many studies which show that the current generation of gals are postponing marriage as late as 30 and above or even prefer opting out. Can you blame her for that? With education helping her quite a bit, there is no reason to lose out everything and act in a servile attitude. The guys, of course do not know how to adapt themselves to this change.

All said and done, i realized that its actually unfair to compare dad's qualities with your fiance's. Dad was not how he is now, say 25 years back. Men are like wine. They get better with time. So who knows, the men whom i find lacking now may be the best dads to their daughters some 20 years hence...

the top view

today i was sitting in the church gate station for close to an hour...so many people running on those 4 platforms...so many trains dishing out another truckload of people onto the platform...people getting a hurried snack in the various kiosks outlining the station...i just dint feel like i was part of the same crowd...i feel life would be far simpler if i just had a top view of life rather than take part in it...one minute you feel you know the destination...the very next minute you feel you have boarded the wrong local in the wrong line...people talk about how the destination remains the same but the path which you take differs with situation...what if the path remains the same but the destination keeps changing...the essential problem of every human being is that he thinks he is unique and different in comparison to the person next to him...so different set of problems which he perceives as more difficult and grit enduring than the others...different strategy...different levels of mood swings...at the end, when your life is beyond your control and it is going to end, do you realize that we are all the same...we are all trying to leave our mark in this life, some achieving it some not so...

feminist or not so much...

recently, there has been loads of news coverage about the emerging woman workforce who are giving the guys a run for their money in pratically all the fields...is it really so? the feminist in me got really irritated as what was being portrayed as the emerging cosmo india is actually not so cosmo in nature...u still get stares when you walk on the road in jeans in chennai..u still get smirked for going for higher studies...some of the castes just educate their girl child with an engineering degree to get them better alliances...many of the middle class women work not because they feel empowered but to make both the ends meet...does education and empowerment work this way?? last week, there was a heated discussion about how it is the girls who are at fault fr the rising rape cases in india..the reason given was that girls hardly wear clothes nowadays and hence, the guys get turned on so you cannot really blame them, you see....is this the explanation which you want to hear? that too from a sixty plus man...are the guys sooo less in self control that they jus have to do it if they see a gal's legs or watever....wat do we speak about the western societies then? i feel the first enemy for the modern women are women themselves.. the older generation is not comfortable with this new generation who go by their own rules, work hard and party harder attitude,who feel that they need not tolerate a guy and acknowledge their superiority(self claimed) just for the virtue of being born a guy...i happen to fall into this new generation myself...i see the way the women in my family view me as rebellious...is fighting for my basic rights as what to eat, where to eat and whom to eat termed as rebellious? all your life you are brought up with dialogues of how "the boys are bad..u shudnt talk to them unnecessarily..." and out of the blue, they decide on a guy by showing a pic and ask is he looking good?? for what?? for legalised mating?? how do you decide if a guy is good? by his fair looks? by his height? recently, my mum announced that there is a niceee guy who is nt yet married..qualification- some mba...6'2 height( told with an exclamation and a sense of satisfaction)...what am i gonna do with a 6'2 height guy? i dunno...how is it relevent?? i dont know...having studied so much and probably acquired wisdom over the years, dont i have the right to choose a guy for myself? why is it considered a deep disgrace if anyone has a love marriage? why does it have to immediately reflect on the upbringing which my mom gave or that of my family? why cannot it be considered as my individual decision?? is this the new age india? this is just an outburst from another so called empowered woman...

LIfe is a game

i look at either side of the alley, with my rifle ready, for any other human form.my extra sensory ears are working at
their peak performance rate, listening to any sounds coming from any direction in the fort.i am an amateur in this game
and hence, pretty apprehensive about the rules and the know how of the game.i proceed further down with the same caution
my long time friend calls out to me, making me halt and raise my rifle in caution. he approaches and gives an idea that
"lets take the enemies down together". united we stand. i listen to his idea and think yeah, i do trust him.
it makes more sense. lets do it together. so together, we move on the unknown path leading us through the pits of danger, whirpool of
emotions ranging from fear, anxiety to jubiliance to the final stage of victory. i take care of the ammunition part
of aimless firing at all the directions, just looking enough to ensure that someone has fallen down. brainy tactics,
i have always lacked.covering my various achilles heels, i have always done.

He takes care of analysing the route to be taken from the parched map of this old fort which we carried in our jacket.
he loudly thinks over the strategy which we should opt for. how many enemies are we likely to encounter in which all
paths, would the terrain be rough for us to compete effectively, would the same factor hamper other people from taking
the same path,how would we take the enemies down, will it be simply by firing, or do we have to throw our limited supply
of explosives.so yeah, with every possible issue covered by the two of us, yeah mostly by him, we marched forward in
the most congested and the most difficult path of all. high risks, high gains. that was our motto.one, two, we take them
by surprise and clever manipulation.
blood, gory scenes, bodies flung on either side of our route,i try to turn my heart into a stone.i feel the
deep sense of anguish and start to question the cause for our actions. is it necessary? cant we do without it? he tries
to convince me that it is necessary for the survival of the fittest. we need to fight it out and that i need to be
grateful to have more information and the deep forethought of my partner which many others lack.grateful i am,questioning
the outcome i did.
during the course of our journey, there was a general shift of our well defined responsibilities. i started helping him
in charting out our path and redefining our objectives.my rusted brain, started shining vibrantly, bringing forth all the
vicious and manipulative ideas which we decorated and presented to the world as effective strategy for moving forward.

we finally reached the top of the fort after a gruelling climb, both physically and emotionally.i for one was jubilliant.
we made it to the top. 100 metres away lay the goal post which would soon declare us to be the winners.almost everyone
whom we knew had been taken down in our rise to the top. obsessed with the goal, we were.with these thoughts, i looked
at my side to give a jubiliant smile to my long standing partner who had helped me so much. there was just pure air and
the scenery from the top beyond.the reality struck deep inside me.a mix of a figment of my own imagination and the angel
whom i had trusted had brought me to where i was. shocked, i decided to finish the game started by me by moving forward
to collect my trophy near the goal post.as i was moving ahead, a shot of sharp pain cruised my veins from my leg. it was
excruciable. i started stumbling while another shot of pain danced its way through my spinal cord. i turned back in vain.
i saw her smiling face while i fell down, helplessly 10 metres away from the goal post.

serendipity

foggy days, cold winters..the view from the balcony seconded that...i see him across the table..a twinkle in his eyes,the upturned corner of his lip...i have been ranting about my roommate for the last half hour over a cup of coffee and a muffin..at the end of it when i managed to get a glimpse of his face, i knew he had not been listening to a syllable of it...my breath got caught half way,looking at those eyes offering a promise of something delightful, something i have been waiting for a long time, that something...sigh! all conversation and the grumbling vanished out of my mind and it became as blank as a sheet of paper...blank it was, waiting to be splashed with splendid colors in all possible shapes and designs..trepidation mixed with excitement,confluence of shyness and raunchy emotions, confused yet having a clear vision of what looked like the inevitable outcome, i sat mesmerized by the smile...my wicked brain started coming up with different conceptualizations...those eyes sensed what was going on in my brain and assured me just that...or probably more than that...hypnotized and unable to process or make any move, i nervously licked my lips awaiting the lead...a spark of desire intermingled with love i saw getting reflected in his eyes...he stood up suddenly...confused as always, with raised eyebrows conveying what i wanted to, i stood up too...he extended his hand waiting for me to take up the challenge...not to be the type to get intimidated ,i accepted it...hand in hand, we went inside...

Optimism

I was never a believer of all the talks which happen on surrounding yourself with positive energy, positive thoughts, dont think negatively, blah blah...off late, i feel it might be true...consider the situation in my undergrad...i was forever flunking in most of the interim exams only to have a blemish free final university examinations..i did get my first class with distinction finally...between the bouts of flunking, i never ever thought that i will ever flunk in my semesters...is this classified as a positive thought? may be, i am not too sure...coming to my post grad studies, its just the reversal..never did i think that i will pass..and sometimes it did happen that i dint...now, this is a case of concern..named as a forever worrier and a pessimistic, i am not too glad about this title as never ever have i had the experience of being so...trying my level best, i am. but in vain...still trying...how i wish i could turn back time...

Wish list 2011

Here are few of the places where i wanna go next year by hook or crook...
1. Machu picchu - Inca civilization
2. Venice - gondola rides
3. Scotland- Gerrard + PS i love you hang over
4. Ladakh - pristine beauty
5. Goa - beaches and mmmm sexy clothes
6. Singapore- nearest foreign destination worth the money
7. New Zealand - awesome locale
8. Egypt - towering pyramids and the sands
9. the western ghats- forests,waterfalls,winding roads,beaches
10.Paris- oomph..city of love!

ups and downs

It joins you in your joy but not when you are sad.

It is always like that and you have to accept it,

Or your life like a useless candle will never be lit.

When I look into the pages of my past again,

I know it has always been the cause of my pain.

In my sadness it made me just sadder,

And it pretended to be my success ladder.

It is to be blamed for what I am today,

I am today called mad and kept away.

As a play toy I was tossed and turned in the hands of fate,

At the same time experiencing both love and hate.

And when it came to naming my misery,

People called it a mere game of destiny.

I was told to live with what I had,

Even if my condition was pathetic and bad

I was left to myself all alone,

Out from the society I was thrown.

Like an unlucky animal or some filthy creature,

In front of me I could see my uncertain future.

I then realized that there was no use crying,

No one would look up even if I was dying.

So I revolted; but the world proved me mad,

It was then I concluded that the world was bad.

achille's heel

every morning is yet another morning. every hurried bite of hard bread with the cheapest butter constitutes yet another breakfast. never ending classes which are enough to send anyone crazy and mad happen everyday. this monotony brings in a quest for something more, something which will offset everything else faced till now, something without which you can go through this mundane life,something which is ever blooming amidst dark scenario,something without which you can not live...even if this " something" exists for a very short duration, it is worth the wait...

typical B school syndrome

one thing which i learnt after coming to a B school is that things are not what they are thought to be. after sometime, everyone here starts questioning why at all did they come here in the first place? some realise it in the first 4 months itself, some take one year..be it an experienced person or a fresher, MBA is not what it looks like from outside. everyone here is driven by a manifested,mirage goal of outsmarting the other person. no person is the same after a stint in a B school. even the most innocent creature is transformed into someone who is manipulative and extremely opportunistic. its not that there is cut throat competition. i would say there is a cut throat competition on whom next to stab from behind.you cannot blame them. thats how it is. you cannot take people for their face value and you often end up testing a genuine product for a long time and believing a faulty product at the first instant. life teaches you to beware the second time but it doesnt teach you when or with whom should you beware about.life teaches you that you have to be able to self sustain and come what may, do not ever depend on anyone because you will only be let down if they dont live upto your expectation. life teaches you to cover up your emotional self in order to live like yet another MBA grad trying to outsmart the rest. what life doesnt teach is how to cope up with blind accusations against you about not caring for the other person enough. life doesnt teach you how you can convince yourself that the drama which everyone is trying to act is actually not worth it. this is one drama in which everyone wants to be the hero and the heroine. people are confused on what they actually want. they want normal friends, friends like how they had before they joined here. at the same time, they try to convince themselves that they are not here to make friends. everyone here has come with a purpose, a goal of getting a fat salary and family, society teaches you to do everything under your control to reach your own goal. the point of conflict arises when they want others to be the way they were before they joined and they want themselves to be the way they aspire to be. to add to the confusion, people outside, the ones who are still stuck to the mirage about MBA feel that you have changed. nobody understands that you are yet another mouse caught in the giant mouse trap trying to catch the food without getting trapped.life is funny. you do everything to get it and when you actually get it, you no longer want it in earnest...

tracing the way back

sometimes we get sad when a person close to us decides to move away or is bound by the fangs of life which makes he/she move away ...missing the other person starts even when she hasnt really moved out of the life as yet.. i am one of those persons who sits and preaches saying distance doesnt matter and it still is possible to stay in contact with any person across the globe... the point of differentiation comes when i realise that staying in contact and really being there for your friend. some people dole out philosophies saying when you lose something, it just means you will get a replacement of the same kind in the near future.. when you lose a friends, u will get another one in the new place or someone whom you would have never considered before might become closer to you..in times like this, it would be better to concentrate on what we really want in life.. the beautiful nest with small birds at the top of the tree or the branches and twigs which helped us in reaching the nest..if you become attached to the branch, you will never reach the nest for the fear of leaving the branch behind.. does it mean you are opportunistic or does it mean you forget people who have helped you at some point of life? nope, it just means you have a far more purposeful goal in your life and those who have helped you would be more happy to see you achieve yours than to see your failure due to the impedement caused by them...when you are in near the nest, you obviously have the whole tree to yourself.. its like eating the cake and having it too.. its about deciding when to stop eating and start keeping it...people who understand this would not shed their twigs due to sorrow but would be like the eternal spring,full of bloom and joy...only when you are alone, you realise how nice it is to be alone.. this realisation doesnt make you a lesser socialite or a recluse.. it means something... you are at peace with yourself...

dream journey- 2

the sun cast a golden glow on the skyline. the clouds were trimmed with golden lace which was shimmering up in the sky. the sun which now has been mellowed down looked down with remorse casting a glow on the dusky skinned mortals.the silky cushions on the balcony appealed to the senses and instigated a breeze of romance. the sky was vivid with hues of orange, chrome and a golden shade of yellow. i looked at his face, the eyebrows highlighted by a beam of the setting sun, the hues reflected in the mischievous eyes holding promise for something exotic to come in the future. one side of the face soaked in the warmth of the sun while the other one sprinkled with the mysterious night bringing with it the coolness and the sensual ecstasy. he smiled which sent a deep geyser shoot up from the deep pits of my stomach . fingers interlinked, he gazed deeply into my eyes looking for some encouragement and some incentives. i sensed the paradigm shift from the gazing sun to the pleasantness of the night. the land had cooled down and the lights lit the city jubiliantly. standing on the twentieth flow, i was wrapped up in a gentle blanket of the night breeze blowing from the distant sea.a teasing smile lit my face which provided him ample encouragement to carry the show forward. he stood up, making me look up in admiration at the sheer power of height and the broad framework. a shiver of anticipation and delight ran up my spine. he led me in gently. the night has just begun...

time

a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
a time to rend, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time of war, and a time to peace...

passion

passion makes a person stop eating,sleeping,working, feeling at peace. a lot of people are frightened because when it appears, it demolishes all the old things it finds in its path.
no one wants their life thrown into chaos.that is why a lot of people keep that threat under control,and are somehow capable of sustaining a house or a structure that is already rotten. they are the engineers of the superseded.
other people think exactly the opposite:they, surrender themselves without a second thought,hoping to find in passion the solutions to all their problems.they make the other person responsible for their happiness and blame them for their possible unhappiness.they are either euphoric because something marvellous has happened or depressed because something unexpected has just ruined everything.
keeping passion at bay or surrendering blindly to it -which of these two attitudes is the least destructive?
I DONT KNOW

vexed

the situation seemed to get out of hand.. it encompassed all the tumultous feeelings any human being could have possibly felt in his life.a deep sense of anguish set in the pits of my stomach.. a situation, a scene which i dreaded the most seemed to be unfolding its deep,crumpled layers right in front of me.. a premonition which started killing the spirit in me before the actual happening... i started feeling claustrophobic.. the obstinate mule in me started kicking and fighting with the setting resentment and self-pity.. its beautiful lock of hair seemed to be jubiliant .. torn between the internal bleeding and external fighting, i stood watching,mesmerised and with reflexes frozen..the brain tried to protect the mule from getting hurt as the external forces tried to wash away the resentment,outwardly looking as a pacification mechanism but modelled as a trojan horse for growing fear and misery... the wave was black in color with deep yellow and red hues..green did make a presence by riding the crescendo and nullifying the foreboding nature of black.. white was the color which was scarce in the engulfing nightmare.the mule, brave the animal it was couldnt withstand the initial onslaught and staggered on its four strong but trembling legs.. the water reached its hooves..they were stuck to the ground unable to shake the reality and by this time, the water level increased by a foot.. it looked around for some help... everything seemed to be shrouded with darkness and an evil atmosphere seemed to have set in..in the middle of the darkness, a trembling and feeble light seemed to exist at a distance.. it focussed on that light, the saviour of the troubled and helpless..the more and more it saw the light, it seemed to grow bigger and brighter by sight.. waves left unnoticed, the mule was enamoured by the light and it felt a rush of adrenalin in its body.. a sense of power which had deserted it earlier seemed to have come home.. a tiny euphoric feeling passed through it body and with much renewed vigour, it kicked its legs, no longer stuck to the ground.. it started running..its only goal was to find the source of light.. galloping it did.. the more it moved closer to the light,its appearance got transformed.. in the place of a dark mule, was a shining aristocratic unicorn..the character and the purpose neither faltered no disappeared..the light started changing its form..a minute before it looked as majestic as the sun..with the blink of an eye, it was replaced by the cool and complacent attitude trade-mark of the moon.. whatever was the source, the black wave finally seemed to receed and soon became bottled up like a pandora's box.. full of miseries and sufferings bottled up waiting for its next turn..the unicorn suddenly became confused.. it was far away from its mark and the light suddenly seemed like a mirage,an oasis in the desert but only difference was the desert was huge and vast.. it stood royally in the middle looking at all directions for the oasis seemed to have disappeared.. it waited for it to re-appear patiently at first with growing signs of fear.. the fear of the known was unknown to it..it stood waiting for some familiar surroundings and it is waiting...

one mistake of my life

everybody commits mistakes..the gravity of the situation depends on how many years you sit and repent for it. i have committed few knowingly and others attached to a single one came and stuck me like a boomerang... one thing led to another and in the end, to cover up a single mistake i ended up in deep shit..some of my mistakes have been done with too much of foresight and hindsight probings.. i ended up eating my own words. one such thing is joining an engineering college. there is this illusion in any twelfth grade student that an engineering degree is far better than an arts and science(no offence at arts and science).. i too had this problem.. after four years, i feel it is the same shit or sometimes i feel arts would have been a better option.. another realisation was that no matter which college which you study in, its all the same last minute studies before the sems and anna university is one of the biggest hypocritic university i have ever seen. not only does it spoon feed its own students,it screws up the correction of the rest of the colleges and gives rankings based on absolute false data.to be frank, i dont think any sort of knowledge has managed to seep in through my hard skull and thank goodness, none of my sanity slipped the other way too! the reason for this post is that yesterday happened to be my final day in college. i saw groups of people standing here and there lost in feelings and attachment towards the institution..i was as usual in two minds.. whther to stand and act like a hypocrite or just walk off because this is precisely the day i have been wishing for for the last 4 years and there is no point in feeling sad when D-Day finally arrives..after few seconds, i felt ashamed that i even thought of staying back.. lol.. thats how life is. the thing which u hate the most somehow comes back to you at some point of time or the other. never in my wildest dreams had i dreamt of doing my major in electronics when i had left the whole chapter in twelfth jus because i couldnt stand the same.. the only college against which i had reservations for joining in the list of 230 odd colleges, happens to be awarding me the much coveted graduation certificate.i cant make head or tail of accounts and calculas and yet again, these are the ones i am going to be studyin the next two years.. should i say its the irony of life?? forever wishing for the road not taken?

closure

i met her first five years back.she was a baby then and is still to some extent.we shared more than a few laughs and every morning,afternoon and night was spent in the bliss of innocence and ignorance.we basked together in the sunshine as if we had been shut in complete darkness till then.no place was left unvisited,no trick untried,life went on at a rapid pace as if there was no tomorrow.thoughts,feelings,treasured memories of childhood came to be shared between the two of us and the little,cherished or unhappy situations spun an invisible thread of closeness .between the two of us, nothing was left to be unravelled.days passed,misunderstandings started to crop up.distance made the hearts yearn for each other and when brought closer,began to spew fire and venom. the souls started to drift apart.the collosal damage was sensed at both the ends.ego,taking things for granted,complacent attitude lent support to the situation.from somehwere,there came another soul with the hope of finding a new light,like a firefly attracted to the source of light with full joy and curiosity of the unknown.the sheer sense of loneliness and boredom drove these together.the river changed its course and the old course started to dry.the civilisations which once flourished on the banks started to disappear.the numbers started to dwindle.the able moved for better places in search of livelihood. a sense of anticipation and anguish spread through them. the collapse of the known and the lack of knowledge of the unknown sent a chill across their spines.not the type of dwelling too much in the past,they were grateful for the happy times spent. they moved on.it was then that they concluded:it was the end of an era...

making the sad happy

you're bound to think i am a liar:but i've never felt happy.i dont know what happiness means. as far back as i can remember i've never known what it is like.i smile, of course,but without joy.i feel absolutely nothing,not even sadness.i just smile.
people often ask me," how do you manage to smile, then?" i have to admit that i dont' know.what happens usually is that i'm with a group of friends and there's plenty of amusement.since i am absent minded i very soon forget about it.when i think about it again, the group is gone.
does this mean i smile under hynosis,in some kind of dissociated state?certainly not. io said that this usually happens.but not always.sometimes i rememebr that the smile is plastered on my face.but that doesnt stop me from smiling all the same.
naturally, i've tried having a long face.but that didnt work.i got sadder and sadder. i gave up just in time. a little loner i would have died of self imposed misery without knowing it.this experience frightened me so much that i now smile all the time.that way i dont worry.my smile looks genuine and i have to keep the machine going .for other people,sadness provides a warning:since i am deprived of it i have to be doubly careful.as i said earlier am absent minded.to forget would be fatal.i prefer to smile all the time: its safer.i realise too that wheb i dont smile i become nervous and irritable, and dont know what to do about it. in the streets, i am frequently accosted by less fortunate people dressed in rags.they gaze at me with fever-bright eyes and stammer"we're misrable" i look at them with hatred.they eat only a crust of bread every month and they are happy at that time.happy are you? i say to them nastily "you're lucky".

sobs rattle their throats.shudders wrack them.eventually they more off with slow hesitant steps.as for me,i go to the nearest laughter club i see.will the miracle occur? my heart beats fast as i give the first smile.a terrible despair overwhelms me. nothing.nothing at all.no happiness.i take revenge by laughing out loud,like someone drowning thier sorrow in drink.
i leave the club weighed down with food and hatred.for i'm becoming bitter.i'm beginning to detest other people,people who are happy.i hate them.after all, thinking about people who are sad while i'm smiling is the only pleasure left to me!

soul stirring

following is the list of my all time favourites which i felt should definitely be mentioned over here

1)one of my personal favourites in the melody section is the song"yamunai aatrile" from thalapathy. what a woman! shobhana looks absolutely gorgeous and the song is so so nice. i like the lighting also in that song.the sunset fits in perfectly

2)netru illatha madham from pudhu mugam reason: the high pitch and the lyrics esp lines like" gangai neerun suvai kadhalum serum varai kavidhai variyun suvai artham puriyum varai " these might look simple yet make sense.

3) another song from the same movie is kannuku mai azhagu. i prefer the male version better .

4) pogathe song from deepavali under yuvan's composition

5) athangara maname song though am still not sure which movie this one was featured in but i seriously like mano's energy in this duet.

6) if english was considered then the " its only words" by the now nonexistent boyzone can be included.

7)pudhu velai mazhai from roja. i like the picturisation too :P

the list goes on but these are the few which came to my mind now .feel free to add more :D

entangled

a spark of light draws me to it, i go towards it like a fire fly knowing it is going to cause my own destruction.. i diligently tredge past the uneven stones which seem to make my resolution stronger. twists and turns i took were numerous..i fail to notice the carvings and inscriptions on the walls of the cave,the quick sand which i was getting myself into,the darkness dint intimidate me nor did the stillness of the air .. none of the physical elements seemed have any effect on me and drawn to luminary, i was...one cave led to the other and it seemed like an infinite journey.. at one point, the light seemed to be getting stronger which gave me the urge and will to reach it to satiate my senses and quench the thirst for adventure.. unmindful of the spiders and the other insects whose houses i was destroying by my expedition, i made my slow but steady progress.. more and more, i walked and out of the blue,i noticed a danger sign etched on the wall.. was it an omen or just a figment of my imagination? i wasnt sure but nevertheless, proceeded further as the thrill of the unknown far exceeds the speed of the common sense. next omen or my hallucination was in the form of a spider which remained stuck to my leg.. i convinced myself that according to arabian mythology, spiders are good omen .. i walked.. the air was getting damper and i found myself having difficulty in breathing properly.. the light was finally getting close by.. it was now that a part of my brain realised that i dint know the way back and this created enough trepidation to make my palms sweat.suddenly, i noticed that there were cobwebs on ym leg and there was more than a single spider... i tried my level best to shake them off but in vain.. i looked ahead for a sign of re-assurance that everything was fine and my dream was till there hanging in thin air... the more i tried to shake them off, they multiplied in number..i was stuck to a place now with no hope of going back to my haven ... while i was busy in getting myself freed, i failed to notice the light growing dimmer and dimmer... finally, i looked up... the light was gone.. there i was .. stranded, bewildered and lost...