classroom ramblings

Last bench. Wednesday afternoon , 2 hours of machine design. God! I had to stay awake or I run the risk of losing attendance. What do i do? Nothing struck, so I decided to write ... Here goes.

The Bucket List

Yeah , You got that right . If u didn't, it is the recently released Jack Nicholson, Morgan Freeman starer. A very enjoyable film , about two cancer patients as different as Chalk and cheese who meet in the hospital and prepare a list of fantasies that they want to undergo before they kick the bucket.

The movie mainly revolves around the list in which they pen down the various acts that a normal life does not offer. They enjoy themselves right from attempting sky diving to visiting the pyramids of Egypt.

On the whole it was a nice movie with an emotional climax, resulting in me coming out of the theater pretty satisfied. The movie just made me think, like, What do I classify as must do's before I kick my own bucket. And since we are dealing with an unpredictable concept called Death here I felt that I had to start as soon as possible.

I penned down some things that i really really wanted to do...... here we go..

1. Watch an India Pakistan match live , from any stadium in India. Preferably Chepauk

2. Watch Manchester United play (hopefully Man Utd vs Liverpool) at Old Trafford , Manchester

3. Watch Real Madrid play at the Santiago Bernabeu .

4. Bungee Jumping (Feel thrilled already)

5. Smoke a cigarette (only once , plain curiosity)

6.Go to an Iron Maiden live concert (you cant see my head banging now)

7.Make at least one parent in the world realise that there is life beyond Education.

8. Get to know how to use a real gun. Own one if possible(without bullets of course)

9. Get myself tattooed (been wanting one for 3 years now)

10. Save a person or persons from grave danger and be the hero.


I may add more in the future but will remove one only if have achieved it.

Lonely Island

And so he treads on the lonely island

His brown legs wading through the sand

No cold , No fever, No semblance of fear

No talk , No banter, No near and dear

Neither does it burn nor does it rain

He feels no tension; he feels no pain

The air wraps him around like a shawl

He has no pride , he does not fall

No joy , No sorrow , No highs , No lows

He has no wishes , no friends or foes

He has no fancy , he has no whim

Life or death means nothing to him

Walking through the sand he does not tire

Heaven or hell he has no desire

He feels untied , he feels free

He is the lone apple in a lonely tree

He has nothing to spend, nothing to give

All he has is his life to live

And so he treads on the lonely island

His tired legs wading through the sand.