As Alive As Dead

One day, as I was driving down the street, a car bumped into mine. I got down furiously, in a mood to give the driver a piece of my mind, for my car was not an ordinary one. It was my most prized possession. As I approached the driver, I recognised her immediately. From behind the wheels, descended Death herself. With an apologetic look on her face, she said she was sorry. It was an accident and she did not mean any harm to me. Moreover, she was ready to pay for any damages. I softened a bit. My car seemed fine. I decided to forgive her and continued my journey.

There was a wish that wished to be wished. But the wish was no ordinary one to be wish. If anyone did wish the wish it was never fulfilled. Many wished the wish for others, but it was seldom that someone wished the wish for oneself. The wish was cursed to live forever.

The changing seasons The weathered faces The rotting tables The dying trees The peeled paints The soaring structures The roads laid new The glass houses The stars so few The old me- or not? ********************************************** Is it good to change for good?

Emily heard the wind swooshing against her window. Another stormy night, she thought. She dragged herself out of the bed, stepped into the balcony. The eerie silence greeted her. The trees were as still as the night and all she could hear was the silent humming of the air-conditioners. Thinking her half-dreaming, half- awake mind was playing games, she went back to her sleep. She was woken up again. She was sure there was a storm in her window. She did not go out to check this time though. Not because she was dreaming but because she knew the calm night outside would never come to know about the storms inside.

Someone is laughing at you Someone is mocking Someone is high Looking down at you Someone is smirking Ridiculing you Someone feels vindicated (never thought friends do)

--> For every war I fought For every love I sought For every excuse I bought For every plan I thought I surrendered No matter how hard I tried In the end, it was me who cried Even when I could have won I surrendered I surrendered to make you happy But you weren’t Instead, you gave me pain Just because I surrendered

I want the roads unknown I want the faces unfamiliar I want the directions lost I want to be a stranger I want the people unkind I want the vendors rude I want the wallet empty I want free food I want to dance on the road I want to sing in a bus I want to roam about free I want to be a stranger I want to be a stranger- in my own world

She had been walking. For how long, even she did not remember. Walking in the woods, lost on the woods, she had no sense of direction, making it hard to find her way. She seemed to be circling around. The trees started to look familiar. She was little scared. Of the dark, no, but of the unknown. The darkness in fact comforted her. It let her hide her insecurities, her fear and her apprehensions. She crossed the same tree for the third time. She knew it was the same. Suddenly she realised that even though she was lost, she was at peace. She knew then, she did not want to leave. She had found her way. Her way was to remain lost.

Cold blooded..emotionless..were the adjectives everyone gave her. ‘You don’t know how to express yourself’, they would say. ‘You don’t have any love in you, you really are heartless.’ Even the ‘closet’ of her friends would complain. She would have no answers or explanations. That was the way she was. That day, like any other, she was alone at her apartment. The chaos outside did not bother her. The screams of help fell on dead ears. They found her sitting on her couch, reading a book. Everything in the room was placed neatly as if she had just cleaned it. Their sight did not bother her. Her face, like a stone, did not reveal any emotion. But deep inside, her stomach churned. She calmed herself by reminding herself what everyone said, she was heartless. They could do her no harm. She smiled. As they proceeded to rip her apart, a drop of tear fell. She did have a heart. ************************************************************************ You can read the first part here

I don't want the wishes I don't want the flowers I don't want the phone calls at odd hours. I don't want a long life I don't want success Even if you bought me an expensive gift, I could care less. Call me an idiot if you like I don't want a car Just give me my bike. It is just simple and plain I don't want to grow up I want to be a kid again. I don't want to work I just want to play I don't want you to sing HAPPY BIRTHDAY ***************************************************************** I have already wished others, this is for people who don't like birthdays. If you don't like it, we won't wish you:P

It was not easy to be the cutest of all, the prettiest of all, the best of all. All eyes would be fixed on her, the moment she came out, dressed in a pretty pink dress (no frills!), with bright chubby face and long black braids. She was a star! The crowd would applause and cheer her on stage; the auditorium would fill with shouts of ‘Encore!’ Her every move so smooth, every song so pretty, every act so funny. And after all the bling, it was time for her to go back to her pretty little box. She was a Puppet after all!!

Taurus zodiac sign is represented by the symbol of 'The Bull' and just like a bull, a Taurus person is strong and silent. In the first instance, a Taurean comes across as extremely quiet and reserved person. Only after you get close to him will you have a proper conversation, rather than simple monologues. He moves deliberately and is as steady as the 'Rock of Gibraltar'. Once a Taurus has made up his mind, it is impossible to move him even slightly. If you leave him alone, a Taurean will come across as a very easygoing person. You push him somewhat and he becomes stubborn. Still trying to make him budge, beware of the violent temper. A Taurus person is hardly impulsive and never gets angry without a reason. Infact, he has the perfect control over his emotions. However, when a Taurus does get angry, it is better not to get in the way or you are bound to get trampled. The anger also takes time to come down. He is quite attracted to the opposite sex, but attracting people

In a small lake, surrounded by the pretty hills, lives a small fishy, along with other big and not so big fish. Along comes a fisherman, with a rod and bait Will the little fishy fall for it?

From School to College. College to University. And then to more things that come along. You bid farewell and move on to the next phase of your life. But I don’t want to say goodbye to anything. As I look forward I want to keep everything That I left behind.

I like birthdays. It is one day in the year when everyone remembers you, calls you, wishes you. As a blogger it is my first birthday. Earlier I used to read blogs, but was never convinced to start one of my own. I could not write personal posts like Sid. Neither was I a great storyteller like Nothingman nor could I not compare my writing skills with Zedekiah and later with Alesea. With lot of apprehensions and scepticism, one fine day, motivated by this one blog, I logged on to blogspot and posted my first entry. That was a year back( 26-03-07). Surprisingly my writing got readers. Some old friends and some new. My post frequency varied from month to month, but I kept coming back. So did my readers- Kindaweird, A Shade of Blue, The Crazy Apothecary, DM, Meki, Alesea ,Nothingman and many more. I just have one thing to say to all of you—Thank You! Hopefully I would have more to write this year as well. Hopefully you will still read it.

Free to be sad Free to be happy Free to be wrong Free to be right Free to eat Free to sleep Free to play Free to stay Free to sing Free to dance Free to choose Free to move Free from guilt Free from expectations Free from the world Free to be Free to be free Free- when will I be?

The ghosts of past Lost in the pages, innumerable Shout out and try to tell me something. I do not understand the language that I spoke once. I scream frantically for help But I am all alone In the mess that is not all mine. I try to break the walls around me But there are many I wish to go past them someday. The dreams now shattered, hurt my eye. The tears dried long ago. I run away from these ghosts Only to find them by my bedside everynight. *************************************************************** I don't know where it came from:)

I sleep with my headphones on one night,listening to 'What goes around, comes around'. And I dream about the figure given below.... What goes around,comes around, quite literally..heheh Wonder what it means. If you want to get into deeper meanings, it might indicate that life comes full cirlce, you get what you give...and the likes.. I just think I am missing school too much these days..hehe Oh bdw, all the best for all thoe appearing for Boards.

No matter how much I try, I can't seem to keep this song away from my life.. So here another version of Dard-e-Disco.. Thanks to Shagun and Preeta..may the madness continue... That hot chick, that blue fairy Has worked her magic on me She stole sleep from these eyes Restlessness in this heart of mine Im helpless, im lonely im mindless Who do I explain all this to? In my heart is Painy Disco (x4) Painy Disco Painy Disco Second, second wishes were getting requested Second, second, my courage was getting tested Rain of mercy was falling falling on me Rain of mercy was making me more thirsty The view then became blank for me My love, my beloved, my honey He left me and he broke my heart on the 26th of last month-o. ************************* The rights of this song remain with the blog and the creators..Dont do dare copy this unless you want to be sued by a MultiNational

Zombies walked through the town. Hundreds and thousands of them. They walked in all directions, but they dint know where they were going. Left right and centre, they walked and walked mindlessly. They banged into each other only to start moving again in a different direction. In the middle of it all stood a sole human soul, trying hard to make sense out of the chaos. It had been warned about it earlier, but reality is never what you imagine. It tried; it tried hard, to comprehend the situation. But it was alone facing an entire army. It fought and it got hurt, it fought more. It got hungry and tired, but it moved on, not wanting to give up so soon. Slowly it started to crumble; it found it difficult to hold on. It started to lose itself, it started to die. And then the day came when it joined the crowd. Welcome to the land of Zombies!!

A bit of Yellow . A tang of Orange . Finding the shades of Blue . Enough Green . Lot of Red . Black all over.

It was as if she had gone deaf. All the noise from outside did not penetrate her apartment. She went on casually about her daily routine. The bombing, the riots, the scavengers on the streets, nothing reached her. As if oblivious to all that. She did not bother to vacate her apartment like everyone in the area who had gone hiding, looking for a safer place. She did not want to leave. This seemed to be a new beginning than an end. She stepped in the shower, aware the moment was nearing. She cared a damn. What happened that was all hazy. She could hear them coming, knocking down the door, hunting her down and trying to rip her heart off. She smiled all the time, for they did not know, she was heartless. ********************************************************************* Weird post to start my blog in 2008. How is the new year treating you??