a ball in hand and 7 runs to win.........

When its just a ball in hand and 7 runs to win the match , you know that the best can still not save the rest........in my final sem now....... wid an internship in hand....which sucks at its best.......i dont really know how to save my life......from depression... from bevilderness....from being blande.....
and from being sick.......
everytime i confess that i am done and confide in myself....i know there is hope.... hope that things will be better and to vitalize this hope is the memory of good times....
Lets all come together at once ....... a group hug ( :)) and shout on top of our voices....how life was fun...
was it more fun at Nasa in Bhopal..... when our lazy boys got a kick on their ass and played for our zone....or is it the magic in us...the gurls....who cheered them at the best....dont u think we shud appreciate the water gurls who made sure they quenched the thirst of their players!
or shud we thank the good gurl who made sure the players lived in a smoke free zone so that they played better the next day....
or shud we kick the boys that they never played the next day...

was it more exciting in allapy .... the beach.... with water every where... in the waves ... in the rain... in the mud..... was it fun to capture the moments behind the camera or to face it and have an everlasting memory.... is it me or is it u..... whose the one who makes it more fun...
is it the cold and the infinite number of sorrys and the action cum drama cum emotion that happened at munnar or the sick evening at kochin that we want to remember for long....

was it more fun in the train...when no 1 slept for n number of reasons..... or was it more fun.....
when u and me almost missed a heartbeat.... u know wat i am talking about..... the bikers at pondichery....

hey and wat about the swim...at our college lake.... barso re megha ...barso..... will u think of aishwarya in the song first or suddenly remember how we danced to our own tunes...................

will college not remind u of the strikes we did sitting in the sun...determined not to move......
"hamare maange puri karo"
how can we ever forget about the antireservation drive that we participated in...............
" 1..2..3...4.. bandh karo yeh athyachaar" ,
wat comes first " gali gali mein shor hai...arjun singh chor hai ...." or the doubt....
" arjun singh kaun hai?" is it our dumbness or the enthu factor that scores us better........
is it u or is it me......or is it the right mixture or just the time factor........

Is it our innosence at Mumbai Nasa that we will cherish more ... or is it the fame that we encountered at the council meet ........

Which days were more precious.... the days wen we had no money........or the days wen we dint know how to splurge.....

each moment....each incident....each episode....just went buy...... scoring a higher point..hitting a better six..and a longer memory....

like i mentioned earlier...... wen its just one ball away and 7 runs to win..... however hard i try...
its still only a draw....... i am just making sure its atleast a draw.....