Wednesday, October 10, 2007

on trying to make a comeback


to what?

myself: having so much yet missing the essentials, being sad, thoughtful, retrospective and everything else of that kind

my songs: feelings of bereavement, pain, fate and love, listening to them so many times that the songs take over, make me sad, sometimes cry. why make them so powerful!

my blog: letting out feelings? or making them and then faking them through words which do nothing but always tell the reader that i am a narcissist.

she
is right; all answers that are preceded by a pause, are followed by silence, coz they have nothing worthwhile in them.

i used my share of the pause, and now I don't want to answer, don't want to come back.
So don't even try asking me a question, i will run away instead, like always.

Sunday, September 30, 2007

on not writing

Coz



I AM tooo BUSY to feel & write what i feel

Saturday, September 22, 2007

on what it takes to be just happy.


items of happiness


beer
girls
aliens on xbox
smoking pot
sexy girls
music
lap-dance
bike
pizza
fridays
birthday
phone calls
work
sleep
movies
neighbors
shops
birds
rain
the moon
solitude
fuck words
bathtub
fights
big tv
small tv
barbecue
india
cricket
photographs
chats
bus
jeans
credit card
US of A



All of them are at arms reach.
All but one.
A HUG.
thats all i need
to be just happy.
songs for now: saawariya
the story of saawariya is based on a short story -White Nights. do read this one. its beautiful!

on a BREAK

i

need

a



B R E A K

Sunday, September 16, 2007

on wasted words

note: this blog is recommended for the fellow archi-kgpians , to take a break from the lazy midsem nights.




analyze this:

going thru ur album makes me feel
u r a
narcissist
everyone else on orkut is
but u r a dandy, a metro-sexual living in KGP
dont take the last one as a complement



& this:

know sweet heart.....i totally am a narcissist. and am going public. i would acknowledge a testi from from u ripping me apart. :P

a metrosexual.....that i still am trying to, no drive for it in such a place.

and am a foookin archi :P Hahahahha.... but i really am confused how far i hv to go this way.....





take a break............................



dodge this:

until u r outta of kgp
until you become unorgasmic when it comes to colors and aesthetics and architecture
until you come to know the whole world is run by Excel and owned by Microsoft
and that all we r is monkeys
some are rich monkeys with more bananas
so they try ridiculously diff things
and end up being nothing more than monkeys


& this:

cho chaad, and u thot ppl were thinking otherwis about u.

u neednt say we already know what a monkey u r

and so am i...but sad part u aint ne whr close to my league......way below...........hahahahahahaha





don't think for a while..................................



the final blow:

ur league?
u mean the grp that wanders about
fookin, licking and eating lices from each others hairs

i belong to the league whr
every monkey has a pc
and a car
and believe me everyday is so much fun
coz even if u show u r intelligent and all
u end up missing the peepot and wet the carpet
but does not give up on using either



& the slam:

my league......which wanders about hooking up with ne femme, we wish too.

instead of running from continent to continent and still ending up just licking desi lices. that too whos knows from which part of the body.

instead of bull shitting.....ooops monkey pottying all day before a loaned pc and carpooling with some more potheads.


who wins the conversation?

I.........................

COZ' I OWN THIS BLOG.

on the strange...something


No
It wasn't nostalgia. Neither was it solitude. or any particular feeling, for that matter.
It was just a s t r a n g e something that crawled under my skin and reached my head.

it happened today, this evening.
and it sure was something.
It was cold and dark and awfully silent.
I felt like I was nowhere

it was Jason's house i stood in front of.
but i could see many more in the neighborhood
with children in some
& the old in few
and televisions running some shows in the rest.

I felt like being a part of
a slow life

a quiet dream

like home sweet home

then a cat mewed, a dog barked, a squirrel ran past my legs


Jason took some time to come out
with him came the whiff of air that carried the smell that his house has
just like my home
but it didn't make me miss home

Rather,
it made me feel as if i knew this would happen to me,
a deja vu.

and then we went out and ate at some place like a normal Saturday.

but I liked the strange something that went into my head while I stood there in front of Jason's house today.
the smell, the silence & the sight
of nothing in particular
that tickled my senses
& filled my head
with the strange something.

Friday, September 14, 2007

on making the two worlds meet


like the two sides of black hole
like the two bread slices with cream
like the grounded mind & flying soul
like what it was till now and what it had never been

i make the two worlds meet


i push the earphones into my ears
& care no more
coz i make the two worlds meet

i like it today
i can completely forget tomorrow(its a saturday)
and sing along:

and you know what: they have all the windows open today at my place this evening.