Rejuvination of sorts?

Been waiting for something for a very long time, to the extent that it had begun ruling my mind, my life and me in most senses. I'm still waiting for the record, but decided to take it off the pedestal I'd put it on and begin to look at things a little more clearly, realistically and practically!!

Unfortunately, this change warrants that I stop doing, albeit temporarily, a lot of the things I have been and want to still - posting here, improving/updating my photoblog (www.abhishekaggy.com), taking out a fantastic third edition of Literati (IIMA's literary magazine), playing basketball and frisbee all day and night, going on trips here and there, bonding with people and getting to know them better, growing my hair - braiding n beading them, messing around with my beard (I'll now have to trim, shave respectively) and so many more things.

It's heartbreaking to me, as I had long looked forward to this three months full of all these activities and more, but well, we don't always get what we want.

Here's to me as I 'move on'.

Update

There are a lot of things I need to do and change. This is a reminder to myself pretty much to start.

My photoblog

Well, I've been missing from action from here for more than a month now - and I'm going to tell you what I've been working on.
My photoblog; a conscious effort to take my photography to another level to make sure I don't let this passion (as a few others) succumb to the pressures of life and die out.
I bought space and a domain online, and have set up 'shop' at www.abhishekaggy.com.
I would love for you all to check it out and bring back the comments etc here, on the site, or on facebook.
My ulterior motives are that I'm looking to go semi professional (whatever that means!!) and would thus welcome any business ideas and prospective customers.
Thanks a ton.

Blog posts coming up soon, the pot of my pensive mind needs some expression!
=)
Loads of love. I've missed being here.

Thoughts/activities of a train trip

1. I really want to have a dog.
2. Danced away to 'holi khele raghubeera' playing on my iPod.
3. Reading entire true stories from my life in the form of entire SMS conversations some spanning even years.
4. Attempting to write a poem.
5. Listening only to songs I hadn't heard before.
6. Looking back and sort of missing/thinking about people, from whom I've drifted apart. Wanting to call them, but knowing I can't.
7. Recalling the recent (not too pleasantl) dreams I've had.
8. Contemplating making a bucket list for myself. It will probably have a few ticks already.
9. Making friends with Tee Jay, a dog on the train.
10. Realising I desperately need a good long hot shower!
11. Missing horses and horse riding. :-/

To an unknown person

To a certain Gaurav Jain's friend as he told me (and other anonymous commenters, readers who don't comment).

You sit so content and quiet there,
Reading in your rocking chair.
The words I with fiery passion write,
To you seem lame or bring delight?

I would love to know, which of those,
You find in my words, I so carefully chose.
Brickbats boquets, I welcome them all,
I just want to know I'm read afterall!!

:-)
Written at an airport enroute to tromso where in going to see the northern lights (pray for me on that count). And this the shortness of the poem. Might add more later.

Weaving Dreams.

Tears in my green eyes,
are now a common sight..

Behold this world of lies,
where nothing seems right..

All my hopes, desires and a dream,
I thought the world was just and fair,
how sour but was this cream,
of the world my lair..

Now so high is my fear,
that years on I do not dare,
that my eye may shed a tear,
and I lose one for whom I care..

Now as I start to leave,
the tears you fell for me,
help me to tenderly weave,
a plethora of dreams to see...

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Lying awake in each others arms,
cuddled up in the early morn,
falling prey to each others charms,
I'd say, quintessentially lovelorn...

The light grows and the birds awaken,
the time of parting comes even closer,
kiss in haste, our embrace we tighten,
soon must we bid adieu to one another...

The goodbyes said, the parting kiss done,
I walk on home, in the fiery break of dawn,
etched in memory, the night shall remain,
lovely and tender, yet perhaps, a cause of pain...