When I look into the mirror

I know not who I see.

I am still unfamiliar
with this air that I breathe.

There are flashes of memories
of Dreams long forgotten.

Faces in shadows
of Friends, Lost to the mystery.

i hv so much to say so many times n end up saying nothing.. i think i need to learn a language.. the cave men didnt make it thus far.

My apologies to the dumb british actor.. we demoted our project to moving a platform about two axes(and honestly we are no where near :) ), we dont even have the platform anymore and are making do with a reduced criss cross, weight reduction is a problem but i think what we have without the platform n the mountings n the motors is a reduced mass itself with 4 very reduced people trying to figure out the greatest mystery in the universe!!!

we stop growing when we stop asking the right questions.. having failed to find the answers, discouraged and hopeless we stop asking the right questions.. but we forget that it isnt the answers but the asking that really matters in life. Life.. it isnt one of those objective papers that I am coming to hate; its subjective, full of blanks, but we need not hurry to fill in the blanks.. what we need to do is to learn to accept the blanks as an integral part of our existence.

I just saw a dumb british actor pose as a mere civilian and build  a rocket in his barn which he flew around earth 9 times before landing back safely.. n we cant build a platform that can rotate about 3 axes?? YES WE CAN

anjanee rahon mein tu kya dhoondta phirey

door jisko samjha wo to paas hai tere...

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