A letter to a dude from his heart

Hi

How have you been? I am sorry, I didn’t write to you for so long. I was planning to write this for quite some time and I think now is the time.

You loved her. You loved her very much but you didn’t know how to tell her. You felt like holding her in your arms and kissing her, but your knees felt weak and all you could do was blabber. And that sunny day, the first time you saw her, you left me with her. Ah, that angel, with her hair falling over her face, the way she looked; I could see her through your eyes and let me tell you it was a delight. I knew you were happy. So, I didn’t say anything and happily moved on to live with the girl.

But, I think I know the way you felt through the times, as life hasn’t been very good for me here as well. Every single day, I beat for the two of you. Sometimes, when I am very sad, I beat faster. When I am in pain, I tend to miss a beat. After all that time spent in anguish, on one fine day you somehow buckled up your courage and proposed to her. Let me tell you fella, through the years I have known you that was brave. No doubt about it. That day was the day of my life. My happiness knew no bounds. I was absolutely hoping to see you both together. Then, you know, I and her heart would come together and dance along. We would cuddle each other, beat for each other and walk away into the sunset. Oh! What a sight it would have been!

And then, you told her that you love her and she said she liked you too. In all this turmoil, little did I realize that her heart was not here at all. Now that there is no hope here, I hope you realize that I am waiting for you.

Cheers

Yours loving heart

P.S. The pain is killing me. Come fast.

Guitar Heroes: How we learned to stop worrying and break the guitar

It was quite a routine day. Woke up late. Bunked all classes. Had lunch. But now, have no idea what to do. That was when frustration reached its acme among a bunch of us. I needed a sandbag badly from yesterday. And Vishesh(Maya Dolas) lives next to Sarangi(Saaruk Kan) and Khurana(D***). Lo and behold, we found a guitar and we started discussing.
“Should we break it?”
“Pehle Sarangi ka room band karte hain. Wo so raha hai”
We break it to some extent.
“Wow, mast lag raha hai. Aur todte hain !!!”
Then we decide we want to digitise these awesome moments. Enter Arindam Sharma. Well, the pics following tell the story.

After the recent fiasco, Maya Dolas strikes back with a bang and pounds the innocent guitar to pieces.(Junta, please have patience. The following gif might take sometime to load or rather click on it to see the animation)

Time for mesa to jump on the debris of the guitar to smash it into powder (Sorry for the sloppy pic)

Can you be any higher !! (Chandler isshtyle )

The peaaceful aftermath. Mesa on the air guitar

Arindam-san on the guitar

Following is some geek stuff Arindam-san did for creating the animated gif for Maya Dolas.

convert *.JPG -resize 320×240 320-.jpg
convert *.JPG -resize 640×480 640-.jpg
convert `ls 320-*.jpg | sort -V | tail -n24` -delay 10 -loop 0 totla-320.gif
convert `ls 640-*.jpg | sort -V | tail -n24` -delay 10 -loop 0 totla-640.gif

PS: 1. You need ImageMagick installed for this
2. No animals have been harmed in making this video

My Super-hero

Lost in deep thought, he lay there on the bed, with his head burried into the pillow. Sleeping sideways, his hand firmly held his other shoulder such that his forearm is carefully highlighted. His temples are tense and body tightly held, yet straight. The hair looks shabby, but these soldiers seem to  be everready to report for duty. Covered in a dark, rugged blanket, it is as if the power of a million galaxies lay underneath the surface, waiting to be cut loose.

What is he going to do? Will he whisk away the blanket in one go and fly away, breaking the ceiling? Or Stand tall against the tyranny on this dystopian world, with his arms folded so well that those biceps carefully outline the Atlas-like musculus pectoralis? Or glow like a gargantuan fireball, that the world is blinded by pure awesomeness?

He is the man, the world has been waiting for.

What is he waiting for? A calamity to strike ? The apocal.…………. beep beep………. beep beep……….

<<The Alarm rings, the end of awesomeness and a day begins>>

P.S.: I don’t think I wear super-hero constumes while sleeping