I was crossing a signal on foot yesterday, and I passed by a lady with a much distorted face. What came to my mind immediately was “oh, so sad...” WHY? It doesn’t matter how you look, right? How important is it for Tiger Woods to have better eyebrows? Would it make any difference to him at all if his face was distorted?? Amilie Mauresmuo (dunno the spelling)-My mom keeps groaning every time she watches her play- she claims the tennis player looks man-like. WHO CARES? SHE’S PLAYING THE WIMBLEDON FINAL. Can you do that? Can you even dream of getting there? Stephen Hawking. Should I say more? It does not matter how you look to become who you want to be or what you want to do in life. We're all living in the grays though, aren't we?

Asking for money can be so depressing and emotionally demanding. Even when you deserve it. Why is the whole world trying to negotiate? Why does everything run on money?

People are so different from one another. It amuses me. Each person has a different understanding of everything. How can everyone possibly be so different?? For example, I escorted various people to my site, and they all loved it, but for fundamentally different reasons. My mom loves the openness, my dad loves the hollow clay block as it is so different from all other building materials, my friend pooja loves it because there are angular lines in the plan. I am still to accompany many others. It will be amusing to discover all the reasons- and also the criticism.

I was remembering my second pu days yesterday. They were soo much fun. I don’t remember studying at all. I remember all the background things- writing records in class, taking part in inter-college events and winning, making and writing in slam books, entering late in class, eating ‘bajji’ at 8 in the night(13kms from my home), staying at friend’s places at nights in hope of studying(watching movies instead), spilling conc.HNO3 on my fingers, the smell of benzoic acid(I hope the name’s right), fighting with ashwin for seats every morning, trying to avoid varun but not his food(hehe), the teachers’s day function, the drama, the ‘junk’ with anuradha(that was some solid entertainment in class), speaking to vinay and gang(the most enjoyable moments of the two years), writing sandesh’s record, borrowing lab coats for chem. labs, cannizzaro’s reactions(alcohol+ aldehyde->something), talking and walking textbooks in class(:)), mr.PM(cannot even begin to explain), comp labs...If you noticed, it was my second pu. And I don’t remember anything about studying at all. And I scored 98.67%. I think it shows what is more important in life, and I was right when I wrote it in my slam book. The unfinished record doesn’t matter, the unfinished slam book does.