Erm....

I have this recent infatuation, yes it IS an infatuation, with the night. Of late I am on my hostel roof, with others, not malcontents, not renegades, but the guinea pigs of this mad scientist's lab, with no way out. Enough of similies which have probably run out of exhaustion right now, but anyways, the tangibility stays. At that time, the place is incongruently cool, and we even have a breeze in this torched place. And the mind reigns supreme. The patina of time, is brushed, like an incepted seed, the saplings grow, come out of their panoplies. After all the haste has died down, all the rancor subsided, this pristine calm of the night takes over. And that location, gives this strategic vista of this place, sans the inhabitors. Among other vestiges of its sublime tranquility, is that its a great great place to booze, given its edges that are the low walls, and you look straight down from fifty meters of this structure, with all that high...Amazing!

Then the usual acronyms of different times of a day, and all activities related have a amusing mismatch. Our breakfast, is their dinner and so on. Its a refreshing release from our travails, which have been eloquently mentioned.

Among other buffooneries, this new crop of bands, Death Cab For Cutie, My Chemical Romance and others have changed the definition of modern rock. They encompass ranges unfathomed before, and the jutting guitar riffs and vocal convulsions just get the glands racing. I'll make sure that I have an efficient portable gadget that plays songs, the ipod is probably far fetched but my iRiver will be handy. Sleek piece of wizardry, designed by some Inno, well aint got a clue who's he, but Inno is Inn man for sure! Stranded quiescent without my computer, time is really getting the better of me here. An invention just slipped out of this incredulous mind: 'psychopath-etic'. Anyways,

Till, I get back to civilization...
Ciao.