Unfortunately, all I remember is the following transcript:
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(With a friend, sitting/walking around campus)
All of a sudden,
Justin: Hey! Look at that.
Friend: (looks here there, finds eventually) Wow...
Justin: (sigh...) Now thats something worth blogging about! (content smile - within and without.)
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And after that point, my memory draws a highly disappointing blank, though I distinctly remember that feeling of blissful highness upon sighting 'it'.
Thus, as had been declared by my very own self (inter dimensional boundaries, FADE!), I must do what I must do. Thats the least a forgotten experience deserves.
Here's my tribute to that which I cannot name.
For of course, it is the feel that truly matters. Instances of the feel just give it a name, a shape; the feel remains ever free, ever unbounded, ever present, waiting always and only, for the one.
Feel ke pujaari for life!
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Dilbert
Beatlemania!!!
2 comments:
sahi hai!
"feel ke pujari"
yehi hai humari bhakti
yehi hai humara pyar
chehre pe hoti hai muskurahat
aankhon mein dildaari
baithe baithe has pade hum
aur khade khade aayein aankhone mein aansoon
doston, yehi hai zindagi humari
yehi hai humari yaari
hum hain feel ke pujari
hum hain feel ke pujari
bas feel aa rahi thi kuch likhne ki :)
"baithe baithe has pade hum
aur khade khade aayein aankhone mein aansoon"
aahhhh... that is just SO perfectly descriptive of the magic of feel...
seriously, bahut pyaara, BAHUT pyaara!
(sigh...)
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