of headaches and crappy blogs

My head feels like a melon, split wide open.

Again, the line is ripped off :)
Taken from the poem that showed me the meaning of poetry
Its by Naomi Shihab...

For the first time, on the road north of Tampico,
I felt the life sliding out of me,
a drum in the desert, harder and harder to hear.
I was seven, I lay in the car
watching palm trees swirl a sickening pattern past the glass.
My stomach was a melon split wide inside my skin.

"How do you know if you are going to die?"
I begged my mother.
We had been traveling for days.
With strange confidence she answered,
"When you can no longer make a fist."

Years later I smile to think of that journey,
the borders we must cross separately,
stamped with our unanswerable woes.
I who did not die, who am still living,
still lying in the backseat behind all my questions,
clenching and opening one small hand.

This poem really introduced me to the world of poetry...i still aint much into poetry, but i appreciate it for sure :)

Gettign back to my split head...i got yet another sunstroke today! damn.
[insert your rolled eyes and smart aleck comments here :P]
I know hardly any one will believe me, but its true... i am far too sensitive to the sun!! missed lunch, and varun dropped in with such great timing, so he treated me to lunch at laxmi. lots of small talk and nothing more. it was all quite distant, atleast from my end :-|

Anyways, the short round trip to main gate (on a bike!) was enough for me to get cooked in the sun, apparently. Crashed heavily right through the afty, after coming back, and the headache went on till late night. But then Kela dragged me to CCD - had a nice time there :)

Damn i stumbled upon one more jeevan ka sach today - Damn money is so important to sustain the life we come to take for granted...Damn i got so broke that i dont have cash to refill my bike, and Damn i have to think twice before reaching for that pizza number! Damn. Well its all a matter of liquidity, so thats alright :D

Sunny's prof just gave him an XX grade, along with half of the class! The prof's such a bastard...he openly proclaims his relation with students to be open war!! 37 XX grades last year, and 21 this year. Damn.