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As soon as we are alone,…inner chaos opens up in us. This chaos can be so disturbing and so confusing that we can hardly wait to get busy again. Entering a private room and shutting the door, therefore, does not mean that we immediately shut out all our inner doubts, anxieties, fears, bad memories, unresolved conflicts, angry feelings and impulsive desires. On the contrary, when we have removed our outer distraction, we often find that our inner distraction manifest themselves to us in full force. We often use the outer distractions to shield ourselves from the interior noises. This makes the discipline of solitude all the more important.
Henri J.M. Nouwen (via thechocolatebrigade)

Faaack..!

Finally done with the exams thing, just one last practical today, and I am so done with my sophomore term. Hope, I don’t get any back logs there.
So many days, so many things. All kept me busy, here and there, just couldn’t get adequate time for my Blog. But now, good to be back. ~while the days slipped by, from my window, watching. ~
Yesterday, was such a shit day..! The rain felt nice, but the latter dint. Started off, early from home, boarded the metro. It drizzled. Reached college, hostel. Some rest. I starved, after the “so called healthy” breakfast. But that’s besides the point. 9.30AM, it was, left for college, practical day two. Did some manipulations with the practical I got, a little of sneak peak, here and there, and I was done. Grabbed some fat free breakfast, second part. :p ommelete. Yum, as always. Viva later, went fine, which happens rarely though.
Went out with shalin sir, some chit chat, and plans made, plans cancelled, and off. Reached back home, late afternoon. No lunch. :(
#np Hoobastank - The Reason
A little lazying around, then some momo’s, and smokes. Had other work too, finished almost all. Then BBM chats, heavy traffic there. :D . Shopping, again. Crrap.! Some grocery shopping, reached back home. The mood started to see the dark side. >:O . Kudos Riya..! Then, Tanushree, fucked it hard.! Calls, again and again. Y don’t people understand, when I avoid, it means, I am AVOIDING you.! Aaargh. Some old memories, took over. More screwed.! The OST’s, seven pounds, Inception, shutter Island. And then Floyd. Floyd is God Btw.
Slept.

#againplaying Hoobastank - The Reason

The night slipped, dark. Morning, appears to be nice, let’s see how it shapes up. The breakfast was better, Multi Grain bread, toasted, with some Soy Milk. Perfect.
College now.

To listen to poor people, to talk about poverty, is to admit that there is something deeply wrong in our society. Poor folks shouldn’t be ‘grateful for what they’ve got.’ They should be furious about what is being stolen from them. They should be angry about the rise of corporations, the increasing concentration of wealth into a handful of people, many of whom didn’t work for it. They should be angry about the deliberate creation of systems intended to maintain strict class stratifications. They should be angry about the fact that even the good poor people, the ones who do it right, the ones who are quiet and submissive and patient, the ones who work hard, they are still poor.

They should be angry about the fact that poverty is on the rise. They should be angry about unemployment, about corporate tax breaks, about lobbies that control Congress, about the fact that the Supreme Court basically wrote a blank check that millionaires can cash any time they want to buy political campaigns. They should be angry about the rise of poverty porn on prime time television, whether it’s ghastly shows like Secret Millionaire or grim documentaries on Detroit. They should be angry about the exploitation of poverty and poor people in the pages of magazine. They should be angry about the fact that people have to win the lottery to pay for health care in the United States.
s.e. smith  (via thirdw0rld)
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