No Ceiling

Comes the morning
When I can feel
That there's nothing left to be concealed
Moving on a scene surreal
No, my heart will never
Will never be far from here

Sure as I am breathing
Sure as I'm sad
I'll keep this wisdom in my flesh
I leave here believing more than I had
And there's a reason I'll be
A reason I'll be back

As I walk
The Hemisphere
I've got my wish
To up and disappear

I've been wounded
I've been healed
Now for landing 

I've been Landing 

I've been cleared

Sure as I'm breathing
Sure as I'm sad
I'll keep this wisdom
In my flesh

I leave here believing
More than I had
This Love has got
No Ceiling 

Try  listening the song, it’s a real nice one…gives me a reason to like eddie, not that I had hated eddie (currents), wouldnt have been here in that case, just that it never returned any thing in anyway…the endless scribbling spent on it and the others ohms and the rings and blah blah…you know the list …

I never knew when I turned egotist enough to put up my journals online, letting out feelings? Naah, I have my 8 year old journal for that purpose…killing the time could be one, joining the cult could be the other…more importantly…this is for myself, checking what I can put up as a blog, and appreciate it, me. Simple.

Done with the Btech, got a nowkri, what next, so want to run away….away from the society, away from the people, somewhere serene , into the wild…Cristopher McCandless that is, not me....trashing my car could be but burning money is certainly not my thing… But yes, the idea of a solo vacation a.k.a  sanyaas had always been there in my mind and its just tempting me more and more during these supposedly last, blissful vacations. What with all the cat, rats and placements……what with Norman Lewis, Hindu, permutations, 87.5%, 37.5%, to ieee formatted reports, including topics like silence of lambs and tiger servers…to endless ectomies and manipulations of singly and doubly linked lists,  to studying RD Sharma with my folks in library….to trying to rote ‘about myself’ and ‘an instance where I had shown my super duper leadership and  ‘I am the superwoman’ skills’, this had been one crazy sem….

But alls well that ends, so am glad its over…but it has left me with this satanic desire of burying myself deep into luxury in my own space……travel, hike, travel, have a cup of coffee, away from the ones who love me, the ones who I hate, the ones who dominate me, the ones who make me want to be a wannabe but I would rather not say, …not to run away….just to get some fresh air, to tell myself that the titration is over for now……to enjoy.

But ofcourse existential is not the tone you take up when you talk to your parents, and hence my spacial and temporal escape rests postponed. Lucky Christopher, to live something he could die for.