phew! finally i have something that can be called my own.... my space, my domain my perimeter ............... i can fill it with the most inane or the most intelligent stuff or even copy paste the thesauraus (appropriately of course) for some GRE student to gawk... Black in colour indicating space where i can hope to be prolific.... it just sucks u into its blankness creates a sense of nothingness. a place where u can unravel urself sans all those pretentious robes... maybe u just might be so comfortable with strangers rather than ur known ones........ it just wont matter if some Lionoserangoughtangadinf found out that u actually did something sometime back.... or didnt do something........ man nothing matters ur CAT XAT IIFT SNAP NMAT FMS scores were bad... just the swirl of black its shades just remove all those wat u thought of as necessary evils. colours wat exactly and how exactly do they have an effect on u, just that i don have a room of my own else i would have painted it black........ a total sense of calm peace tranquility indifference nothing nothing nothing nothing at alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll o man feels great to have something to call ur own, ur place ur domain. i really don have to read my draft some 10 times and see if its fine or add that apt word or delete something my new found freedom... whoever said technology can be a bane toooo maybe in here i feel that flying carpets may be for the real or even a flying broomstick with a cackling old witch............... maybe maybe i have found neverland.