Trips Galore

How I love the season when exams conclude. It spells a term of fun-filled, senselessly drunk, nobody-gives-a-fuck-about-anything parties. And more importantly, plans of trips and on 1/13th of an occasion, it materialises into a real trip. Again, this summer, as every year, people are making plans for after-exam trips like there's no tomorrow. I turn to my left, a trip plan; I turn to my right, another trip plan; I look above, its the same; I look below, things still haven't changed! Ha!
After planning a trip to Goa for millions of years, a bunch of us have finally taken it upon ourselves to make it really, really, really happen this year. Goa, I know, is as cliched as anyone can get. I'm sure when the most brainless creatures on earth meet and make plans for a vacation, even they think of Goa. It's a place visited by almost everyone once in a lifetime. (I'll kill the fuckers who give me statistics on this and prove me wrong in the comments section! I really don't think all the random things I claim are true.)
So, yeah, this will be my after graduation trip, with the bunch which has meant the most to me over the past three years. I'm sure there will be a lot of drunken talks there as usual like, "You know guys, we should have a trip every year, or once in six months or even one every couple of months, each month, every weekend" and more horse piss about how, "It's so great that we all love each other so much"! I'm waiting for all of that actually. And I'm sure I'll be running to the sea a couple of drinks down, wishing I was a mermaid and wanting to talk to all the merpeople! But the best part is, not anyone would remember it the next day! So, I'm safe!
There will also be some bike rides, or so I hope and wish. I love the lash of wind against my face on the bike when I'm riding it. The winds can be harsh as you gather speed. Hmmmm. *Gets lost in dreams of great bike rides*.
And, the beach and the sand and the Sun. We'll walk on the beach barefoot under the Sun. Under the Moon and maybe even under the plain dark or bright sky. We'll think of all the college days. All the stupid pranks, the shameless jokes, the senseless fights, the mega-bitching, the maha-boredom - all the times we've spent together. It's really the end of all of this. The end of an era!
*Lets gloom set over for a while*
*Gets bored of the glum, wants some fun*
*Publishes post*

Strings

There are so many things on my head. It's difficult to pick out one string of thought and separate it from the knotty mess. It's tough to straighten out the one string of thought even if I manage to pluck it out of the knotty mess. While I try consciously to straighten it out, the string of thought then thins and threatens to break. A broken string of thought in the head causes much tension. It's a loss of balance. It's a loss of a string of thought from the family of strings of thought.

Ok....that's enough on strings of thoughts!

Head Ache

I have no idea what the reason is for the splitting pain in my head since the past couple of days. It's something very very consistent and that's the most annoying part of it. I wake up in the morning, it's there. I have my breakfast, it's there. I take my lunch, it's still there. After the nap, still hanging around, yeah! Evening stroll, very much present. Dinner time, freaking me out. It's mid night and it's still lingering.

The pain isn't negligible either. It comes from within - as though it was your brain that was mourning. It hurts beneath the forehead, under the temples and even a part below my nose. Stroking the forehead forcefully helps. It eases the pain, but then the fingers start giving up - out of boredom of performing the same movement.

Then I think of popping in a pill. Something that will relieve the pain. Distract my attention to the more pleasant happenings around. Let me breathe with lesser stress. Let me live without wincing. Then I decide against it for some binding reason.

Then the prospect of relief passes out. It's by choice that I own my head ache. It's despite the option of a cure. Now, I lose the right to complain. It's time to live. Live with the head ache!

Pacman

A rejuvenated interest in Pacman is something I have gained recently. And I should say, it's entertaining. Damn entertaining. And extra-addictive. So every time I get the Internet, the first thing, hmmm... probably the third thing, to be precise, I do is log on to http://www.freepacman.org/. What follows is then legendary!
I love myself wading through the aisles with the white, sweet bubbles that come my way. I know the only thing to do in 'Pac World' is to eat the bubbles/tablets/sweets/stars/planets (different connotations for all us different people) and run. Run from Pinky and Inkey and Blinkey and Clyde. I hate to see their sharp, disfigured teeth ready to chew me into themselves. What I yearn for, as does everyone playing this game, are the Four Pearls of Evil (that's what I imagine them to be). Pearls because they glow more than the rest of the non-shiny bubbles and Evil because they give you the license and the power to kill. To eat the Pinkys, Inkeys, Blinkeys and Clydes of the Pac World. But like real life, the period of staying in power is short term and the Evil again has the upper hand over you - the nice one!
What is coolest about the game is the music. I have hardly seen it advancing through the five years that I have been a fan of it. It still sounds like a trippy rhythm that can wake you up from the deepest sleep ever, if played loud enough!
Another spectacular thing about the game is it 2-D character. It helps my primitive brain function. Function with quite some adeptness!