go BITCH go!!!!!!!!

well well well.......it is time.........all moral obligations have come to an end..........i can write.

Ever wondered why we get all these brilliant ideas when we read what others have written and yet as we sit, pen in hand, words evaporate, the fingers tremble, and the palms do a virtual lisp. Welcome to the blogger's deliemna.

Lets play this real slow, Russel Peters style, slow, sloooowwwww, slooooooooowwwwwwwwww ( with the shit face.) The mind is a wonderful thing. Its a little too quick for my reckoning. All it takes is a split second, and millions of thoughts, ideas, quirks and insignificant details canter in and around the brinks of our subconscious, constantly pressing the steely shells that encapsule those very set of ideas that we later ascribe as genius or rather a stroke of inspiration. We need to get high people, get high to experience this oblivion, to let the mind decide its own course of inaction. We need to get high to feel good.

Wanna end it here.........go BITCH go!!!!!!!!!!!

the stuff a cyanide sandwich must be made of

Life they say is such, that it makes you laugh and cry at the same time, it makes you cackle and sob, and giggle and whimper. A bunch of dualities, they say, an error or judgement, or an error of judgement. We may think, and trust me that is all we can, will and should do, in that order. Can because we are incapable of anything else, will because we should do what we think we are capable of, and should because we still need a morale boost, and an attempt to do anything we cannot simply does not serve the purpose.

English, they say, is a funny language, and not just because of the cliched humour that you may have heard or read or both about the vegetarians eating vegatables and the humanitarian eating god knows what? It is funny. It is funny because it makes us giggle, cackle and laugh, and then because it a part of life, whimper, sob and cry, and this time not necessarily in that order. Then maybe we should call it confusing. The language must make up it's mind. It is not right that it compells us to fish for paradoxes where there are none, and then jump up in delight to a glitch we think we may have found, but was infact an error of interpretation. They call it difficult too, and this time i will not argue.

Entropy, they say, is the way of the universe. So much information for our little minds to process. Why then must our human race try to bend this nturally occurring charismatic and compelling phenomenon into something they define as order? Why then must a mother force her child to make his bed when infact the universe wants him to do precisely the opposite? Why then must we live in society when the universe was designed to move into the caves after Harappa happened? And we call ourselves intelligent. The monkeys are right. We should have refused evolution.

Evolution, they say, is a complex process. Why is that, I ask. Is not even the curdling of milk a mind bogglingly confusing process? Is not the entire process of a boy trying to understand his being and then his attraction towards the opposite sex and then his timely and eventful enactment upon this feeling complex? Why then cry over evolution? Why then must we have anti-Darwinians?

Time, they say, goes on and on and on, and waits for noone. To have time time on your side is the difference between a winner and a loser, the master and the slave. For time, they say, is the master of all, and the slave of none.

Still holding on to my horses

It hurts like hell
When the pain is for more than just distance,
The agony for more than just pain,
And life for only you.

It still hurts
When there is pain,
When there is agony,
Even when they are shared,
And the cause is you.

mesmerised, intoxicated and downrite drunk

its been a really long time since i've blogged....wonderin if i still can......lezzeee!!!!!!
i'm the luckiest guy in the world!!!!! totally and without doubt!!!!!
i sometimes wonder what i ever did netime to deserve what i have today...and all i can think is that..i havent done nething.....mayb something will be taken from me....but i wud let it go.....coz i'm blessed!!!!!!!
its very simple......what cud be better than just gettin lost when you look at her eyes......or just totally speechless when she holds you........really.......does love actually do all that????
dunno...wuddnt...have never loved before......never been loved so much too!!!
every instant seems to be fantastic and everything seems to be rite....like there can be no wrong...its all perfect as perfect as her...if there ever cud be ne comparison!!!
life throws out its treats.....though i must admit i'm a little scared.....little would be an understatement.............i never wanna lose her...ever!!!!!!

long gone

I was just going through some of the old stuff that I had stashed away, and I came up with quite a nostalgic treat, and just in the quest to prove to my sister that I am not selfish, I have decided to treat you to a literary extravaganza. For those of you who do not agree or half way through this piece want to leave, kindly do so, and in the process leave me your forwarding information, so that in the near future I may hunt you down and kill you.
So this is from a farewell card that we had made for our school, St.Mary's High School, Mount Abu.
Here goes:

This is not the end:
But an ending;
At this juncture to
Forsake the past
And to embrace the future
Is not easy.
This is an ending
For another beginning,
A departure necessary
For another arrival.
Emotions overpower the body
And the heart overpowers the mind.
Tears well up in the eyes
And pain fills the heart.
It is difficult;
Very difficult;
To say goodbye.

its different

As I mentioned that I would be turning into a new leaf, I decided to try my hand at some shayari......so here goes!!!!
Waqt hi hai humare paon ki zanjeer,
Aana jaana, bas yahi hai takdeer,
Kal bichad gaye to jaane fir kab mulakaat hogi..
Aap na sahi apki yaad humare saath hogi.

another one:
This one is part of an sms conversation at night with a friend...

Me:
Waakif hain hum apke rag rag se,
Kisne kaha ki hum abhi abhi hain mile,
Milte toh anjaan hain:
Aapse bhi mulakat ko bhala milna kehte hain??

Friend:
Kya jaante hain aap humare baare mein??
Humari khwahishen hai chupi door kisi taare mein.

Me:
Khwahish agar manzil hoti,
Chaahat agar hakeekat,
Kyun itne door hote aapke kareeb hokar bhi....
Aapke paas nahi aa jaate isi waqt!!!!!


So what say......Watch out Ghalib??????

Whims and Repercussions

Hello there, tinsel town...
here I come,
Its me, and no another:
Your pal, your friendly chum,
Open your doors, let me in,
And let the fairytale begin!!!

The time has come, and I have set out,
In conquest of the proverbial rise and shine.....
Another day, another tale,
A destiny to make,still only mine.
Open your doors,let me in,
And let the fairytale begin!!!

A prolonged silence, thats all I hear...
My knocks cease,reciprocating my shout.
Is anybody there, I've been searching long,
Just try me in, just hear me out!!
Oh, open your doors,let me in,
And let the fairytale begin!!!

My sight is waning, my hearing loose,
My hair is gray, and I shout a squeak,
Its still not open, no luck at all,
Not even a crack to sneak a peak.
The doors haven't opened,
They haven't let me in,
The end has come, and I'm on my way,
Maybe now the fairytale will begin,
Maybe now,my destiny made!!!!!!