As Alive As Dead

Come on out

2011-05-18T21:49:00.001-07:00

The ghosts mock at me

From behind the shadows

From deep pits below

I do not understand why

Why now?

What do they want?

Is there a message?

Come out you cowards

Come and face me in the eye

If you dare

Knocking on Hell's door

2011-03-08T10:46:00.000-08:00

The past is scratching on the walls,
The ones that block my Hell.
It wants to come rushing in.
Taking me down with it.
There aint no Dean to save me this time,
My Impala's all rusted.
Lucifer is coming back for his revenge,
He is coming out of his cage.

Something on your mind

2011-02-06T08:16:00.000-08:00

Have you heard it?
A word,
A name,
An instance,

Something you love so much,
That it scares you.

Something you want to forget so much,
That it stays with you forever.

A place you want so bad,
That you close its door, even for yourself.

Have you heard it?
Echoing in someone else's voice?

Have you?

They scatter away

2010-11-29T06:53:00.000-08:00

As soon as I open my eyes

They scatter away –my dreams

No matter how hard I try

I can’t put my finger on them

The good, the bad, the ugly

As soon as I open my eyes

They scatter away

The scenes that played out, the memories, fade away

The feelings remain

The bad ones stay a bit longer

There are so many of them

And all so vivid, but

As soon as I open my eyes

They scatter away

I lie in the sandpit

Every grain has a story

I try to collect them

As soon as I close my fist

They scatter away

Chronicles of a half-geek

2010-08-07T13:22:00.000-07:00

I present to you my new blog
http://halfgeekme.blogspot.com/
pay visit if you want
leave comments if you like
leave if you dont

Another blog

2010-08-06T11:07:00.001-07:00

So, as I was saying, it has been some time since my last blog. I have decided to start afresh. Hence a new blog. I will be posting here soon.

Its been a while

2010-08-04T11:01:00.000-07:00

It has been quite some time since I posted on the good old blogspot. The microblogging fad has kept me busy and yes the task of earning money does eat your time. Many a times have I wished to return to the blogosphere..but the inherent laziness always wins.
I can't say if I am back or not. Lets see.

Suffocated

2009-08-26T15:38:00.000-07:00

In a rush to survive, you forget to breath

Your mind clogged with trivial matters doesn’t see the bigger picture

The sky is blocked behind the towering skyline and polluted air

Swimming among the sea of people

You lose the sense of direction, purpose

You become just another swimmer

Forgetting who you really are

Where and why are you here

You kill your desires with your needs

You chain yourself to your own greed

You slowly become comfortable in your cage

Even if you want to, you are scared to fly

Gloom

2009-08-22T14:37:00.000-07:00

The air was refreshingly depressing
The weather was perfect, yet the gloom inside lingered on to what was around
The place was painfully familiar
Every step know and predictable
While the heart wanted to fly
The mind was comfortably lazy
There was a certain amount of anger too
Not having a way out, it had burnt the inside
A wish to be someone else
And at the same time refusing to let go

Paper plane in the air

2009-03-03T14:19:00.000-08:00

I am flying paper planes

Hoping the wind will catch them

And take the to some place distant

A height unreachable

A distance unheard of

I am flying paper planes

Wrapped with undreamt dreams

Wishes unwished

Stories never written

I am flying paper planes

And hope with all my heart they never return

On the road

2008-11-24T13:05:00.000-08:00

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.

A Wish

2008-11-24T13:01:00.000-08:00

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.

Winds of change

2008-11-24T12:45:00.000-08:00

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?
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Is it good to change for good?

Silent nights

2008-09-03T11:49:00.000-07:00

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.

The other side of vindication

2008-09-01T12:29:00.000-07:00

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)

White flag

2008-09-01T12:25:00.000-07:00

For every war I fought

For every love I sought

For every excuse I bought

For every plan I thought

I surrendered

No matter 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

Stranger

2008-07-19T13:40:00.000-07:00

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

LOST

2008-06-24T14:22:00.000-07:00

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.

Heartless-2

2008-05-31T03:31:00.000-07:00

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.

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You can read the first part here

..of Birthdays again!

2008-05-10T09:03:00.001-07:00

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 couldn't 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

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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

No strings attached

2008-05-09T05:02:00.000-07:00

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 21 April- 21 May

2008-04-21T23:21:00.000-07:00

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 to himself seems more preferable to him. One of the typical personality traits of a Taurus is passivity.

You can count on him to be there when you need him, but he will never be the one to call on you. At the same time, he will know 'what to do' and 'how to do it'. Worrying, fretting or getting nervous is definitely not one of Taurus characteristics. It is in his nature to be stable and stoic. He takes his decisions slowly, after careful considerations.

Taurus people love their home and change upsets them. Don't tell a Taurus that he's stubborn; he'll never believe it. He thinks himself to be patient, not obstinate. Taureans have this amazing quality of bearing emotional and physical pain, even for years, without grieving or complaining. The more the troubles come pouring in, the stronger he will come out to be. A Taurus is nothing if not loyal and dedicated to his family and friends.

He has a good appetite and loves food and drinks. He has a funny bone too; it's just that he prefers broad and slapstick comedy to subtle humor. Taureans are hardly cruel. At the same time, they are seldom broke. Sooner or later, the money will come to them.
A Taurus is not stingy and his pockets, along with his heart, are always open to friends and family. He loves grandeur and he is deeply interested in the various forms of art. Music usually has a very special place in his life.

The ideas of a Taurus are always sensible as well as practical. He is not the one to build castles out of air. Synonymous with lasting love, Taurus people are not prone to wandering. They love luxury, but detest waste and extravagance. Last but not the least, they are dependable, strong, patient and trustworthy.

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Picked up from some site I can't remember now..:P

Basically we are celebrating the Taurus month...Have fun my Taurean Mates. Happy birthday to all:)

Lost Nemo

2008-04-06T10:19:00.000-07:00

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?

Au Revoir

2008-04-03T05:59:00.000-07:00

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.

2008-03-25T11:29:00.000-07:00

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

2008-03-23T10:08:00.000-07:00

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?

Nightmares

2008-03-14T10:13:00.000-07:00

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.

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I don't know where it came from:)

2008-03-06T11:09:00.000-08:00

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.

Painy disco

2008-03-05T10:10:00.000-08:00

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.

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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

Crowd

2008-01-30T06:01:00.000-08:00

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!!

Emotions

2008-01-21T00:58:00.000-08:00

A bit of Yellow.

A tang of Orange.

Finding the shades of Blue.

Enough Green.

Lot of Red.

Black all over.

Heartless

2008-01-09T09:17:00.000-08:00

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.
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Weird post to start my blog in 2008.
How is the new year treating you??

Happy New Year

2007-12-30T10:20:00.000-08:00

1 of May was sitting all grumpy at one corner.
“What’s the matter with you dude? Why are you so sad?” asked the 2 of October.
“Well I don’t understand what is all the fuss about 1 of Jan. I mean like there is no other first in the entire year. One month ends and you have a first of next month. So why celebrate just the 1 of Jan.”

“Why are you cribbing so much?” interrupted 31 of Oct. Its not the 1 of Jan but 31 of Dec that is more talked about. Parties in every corner, celebration till mid night. Where as all other month ends are the least looked forward to. At least the beginning of every month is welcomed with salary cheques.

“Oh shut up!” 30 of April joined in. “Half of us don’t even have 31st. You get all get extra days in your months.”

“People may tag me as Fool’s day but let me tell you it is me who starts the financial year.” chipped in 1 of April.

“Wen can’t believe you guys. Have you noticed we get 29 days once in four years and still no one cares let alone celebrate.” chorused all the Febs

People just need a reason to party I guess. As if hundreds of festivals were not enough, now they have days for every damn thing- rose day, chocolate day, father’s day, daughter’s day and what not.

Why take so much pain to brand every day, why not just celebrate each day. ‘Happy 5th of june everyone’ or ‘So what are your plans for the 10 of September?’
‘I hope this 13march party is better than last time.’

With every year you grow old and burdened with more responsibility. For every day that passes brings you closer to your death.
New year is old. Cut the crap!!
Forget what each day was for, just party.

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Happy ‘31 Dec2007’ everyone :P

2007-12-25T07:28:00.000-08:00

Wishing all visitors to the Island a Merry Christmas.

May all your wishes come true( Be careful whta you wish for ;p).

Have Fun..Eat lot of sweets..Get fat..

hohoho

Song Of this Week

2007-12-23T01:34:00.000-08:00

Lemon Tree
---Fool's Garden

I'm sitting here in the boring room
It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon
I'm wasting my time
I got nothing to do
I'm hanging around
I'm waiting for you
But nothing ever happens and I wonder

I'm driving around in my car
I'm driving too fast
I'm driving too far
I'd like to change my point of view
I feel so lonely
I'm waiting for you
But nothing ever happens and I wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree
I'm turning my head up and down
I'm turning turning turning turning turning around
And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree

I'm sitting here
I miss the power
I'd like to go out taking a shower
But there's a heavy cloud inside my head
I feel so tired
Put myself into bed
Well, nothing ever happens and I wonder

Isolation is not good for me
Isolation I don't want to sit on the lemon-tree

I'm steppin' around in the desert of joy
Baby anyhow I'll get another toy
And everything will happen and you wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree
I'm turning my head up and down
I'm turning turning turning turning turning around
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree
And I wonder, wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see, and all that I can see, and all that I can see
Is just a yellow lemon-tree

Tagged-3

2007-12-11T11:12:00.000-08:00

Tagged by Jay.
I have written a similar Tag before.But what the heck!
Here I go again,
7 Random things about me:

- I crave for chocolates.

- My wish list includes Bungee Jumping and Sky-diving.

- Both my name and sir-name start with B and end in I

- I like all shades of blue.

- I have recently found the joys of dancing and I love being a part of
SDIPA (Shiamak Davar’s Institute of Performing Arts)

- I like watching animated movies. Cars being one of my favourites.

- I hate to wake up early in the morning.

As always, I am not tagging anyone, I hear it is evil:P

Jack-Ed

2007-12-08T03:26:00.000-08:00

Jack and Ed were two identical twins. Abandoned at birth, the two lived at an orphanage. Every Thursday the orphanage would clean and brush up all the kids and put them up on display for the potential adopters. Jack and Ed were small and cute and their chances of being picked were high.

One such Thursday, a couple chose Jack. The orphanage suggested them not to separate the twins, but the couple wasn’t ready for two kids. Thus Jack and Ed were no longer together.

Back at home, the couple celebrated Jack’s homecoming. It was then, when Jack’s new aunt remarked, “My! What a lovely kid, I wish I had a son like this!”

“You know, you can”, replied Jack’s mom. “There is one just like Jack, still available at the orphanage”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes I am, Jack’s twin is at the orphanage.”

“Great, give me the contact number and I’ll go as soon as possible”

Next day, Ed too found a family.

Once again, Jack and Ed were family.

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To Ed,
From Jack:)

What's my age again?

2007-12-02T04:41:00.000-08:00

-Blink 182

I took her out it was a Friday night
I wore cologne to get the feeling right
We started making out and she took off my pants
But then I turned on the TV

And that's about the time that she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're 23
And are still more amused by TV shows
What the fuck is ADD?
My friends say I should act my age
What's my age again?
What's my age again?

Then later on, on the drive home
I called her mom from a pay phone
I said I was the cops
And your husband's in jail
This state looks down on sodomy

And that's about the time that bitch hung up on me
Nobody likes you when your 23
And are still more amused by prank phone calls
What the fuck is caller ID?
My friends say I should act my age
What's my age again?
What's my age again?

And that's about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when your 23
And you still act like you're in Freshman year
What the fuck is wrong with me?
My friends say I should act my age
What's my age again?

That's about the time that she broke up with me
No one should take themselves so seriously
With many years ahead to fall in line
Why would you wish that on me?
I never want to act my age
What's my age again?
What's my age again?

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This is a bday gift for Alesea, who recently turned 22..
and for everyone who don't want to act their age ever..hehehe

*Special thanks to CS for giving me the song:)

Superman and Bryan Adams Bhaiyyaa

2007-11-26T09:11:00.000-08:00

We all know how Superman has a huge responsibility on his shoulder to save the world. But he has other work as well other than just sitting with his underpants over his tights. As you all know that he works as a photo journalist. Well you may not know but he also takes up other sundry works on weekends just to earn some extra bucks. Honestly, newspapers do not pay much anyways.

It was one such Sunday that our Superman was working. There was not much difference in the role as here too he was helping out people but it was a reception desk of an event where people would come to find their way to a particular stall or counter. He would guide those who came for help. He would entertain little children and talk to others in general. It was a happy, bright and sunny day.

As always our Superman of all the people present took fancy of the journalist covering the event. There is something about journos that he finds hard to resist I guess. But poor superman couldn’t figure out how to approach her. Here he took help of his brother-Bryan Adams. Yes good ol’ Brayan is Superman’s distant cousin. Bryan Bhaiyaa(elder brother) sang love songs in the background while Superman continued exchanging glances with Miss Journo.

Now a journalist’s job is not only to cover the event but to file it as well. And Miss Journo had to leave sometime or the other. He had to do something and do it fast. There was an uneasiness and awkwardness and he something told him that she felt the same. His friend Spidey sat beside and lectured him on something about power and responsibility but it was just her on his mind.

He saw her move towards the exit and then he saw her hesitate. He saw her contemplating whether to come back or not and finally he saw her coming right towards his desk. His heart pounded and his palms were wet. His head felt empty and he couldn’t think of what to say.

She moved closer and turned towards Spidey and asked, ‘Excuse me! Do you have the press release of the event?’

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This one is for Chunda Singh, Meks and DM
For our hunting(CT) days and Maujan!!!!Cheers!!!!!!!

Not Again!!

2007-11-15T09:50:00.000-08:00

Cricket is not my religion, Sachin is not my God. But when I saw him getting out at 97(again) today, Ouch! It hurt. It is the 6th time this year when he has been bowled out in the 90s. One of them was at PCA Mohali, where I saw him get out at 99 in front of my eyes. Today I was positive that he will break the jinx, but no, the Master Blaster missed again.

I belong to a generation which has not seen cricket without Sachin. People worship him, idolise him. When many critics had written him off, these fans had backed him no matter what. And it is great to see him back in action. His performance in the Ind-Pak series has been outstanding. But I really feel for him for not reaching the hundred mark.

It I something we all can relate to. Missing out on our goals by just a nick. Missing out on opportunities that are right in front of us. Getting jitters even after years of experience. Pressure of being at the top. Pressure of performing. Not living upto the expectations of family and friends. Trying hard but still not getting it right.

It is almost deja-vu.

I really wish Sachin all the best. And I hope that the jinx is broken sometime soon.

For more detailed insights on Sachin, you can read blogs by more ardent fans of his( like Sid).

I just had to write about today’s match( which we won anyhow).
Hurray!!

50

2007-11-08T12:57:00.000-08:00

Sachin missed his century by a run, Misbah missed his half century by a run, India Lost in the end as I spent my entire day at the picture perfect stadium in Mohali.
No matter what they say, the experience of watching a match Live has its own charm. Sitting in the sun, eating the overpriced food, chanting slogans and screaming at the top of your voice… yes its pretty much fun!

Keeping the match aside, lets talk about some other scores.

Misbah might have missed it, but I haven’t. With this post I complete my 50 Posts(*applause*)

Considering the fact, that I was never convinced about blogging in the first place and I am not a writer, it is quite an achievement, to have 50 posts in around 7 months. For a long time I read blogs, but I could never picture myself having one of my own. Not until I was exposed to a different variety of blogs. Some blogs did inspire me to start writing again, but I still dint put them on the web.

And then one fine day I said that’s it.
Enough dilly-dallying, lets do it. And I did. I signed in and created an Island for myself. People form different lands visited it and encouraged my work.

I am not addicted to blogging, neither do I write to satisfy the writer in me. But when I see the red dots on the world map, it sure feels good.

So I hope these posts keep growing, and I do get more readers( I know I got couple of regulars:)and I would like to thank them). Soon we would achieve the century that Sachin missed.

Happy Blogging everyone.

And heres wishing all of you a very Happy Diwali as well.
Don’t eat too much and spare the crackers.

28 Days Later

2007-11-06T11:57:00.000-08:00

I have an Aunt. She is quite old. It seems she has been around since eternity. Anyways, this aunt of mine has a habit of visiting us every month. After every 4 weeks (28 days) she has to come and stay with us for some days.

Initially it was fine, but now it has become really irritating. Earlier she used to put up in my mother’s room. But with growing age, she can no longer climb up the stairs, so I have to sacrifice my room which happens to be on the ground floor.

She doesn’t realise that it can really upset someone’s daily routine.We have cancelled at our plans many times because of her. Many times we have to take her along wherever we are going and it can be embarrassing and uncomfortable.

What more, she sometimes calls up in advance and demands that her favourite chocolate pie must be ready when she reaches.

At other times, she lands up without informing.
And the most annoying part is when she doesn’t land up on the day she has informed she would and we wait like fools, with her favourite chocolate pie going in our tummies in the end.

Sometimes I have to stay back home to receive her.

Mom says there is no use fuming. I should learn to adjust like everyone else.

I try to make room for her and try not to lose my temper, but sometimes she can really get on my nerves and my mood swings can be terrible.

But I guess I can’t do anything, because I know that she will never stop. Even if I succeed to oust her from my room, she will find a way to occupy some other.

Unwilling I have come to terms with the fact of having her around, FOREVER!

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P.S- I have no such aunt. My room is not on the ground floor and I don’t share it with anyone:P

Abstract-4

2007-11-03T11:56:00.000-07:00

Kya Scene hai!!!

2007-10-22T10:35:00.000-07:00

The lingo like:
So wats the scene ya?
kuch scne banate hain..
kya Scene hai!

is pretty common these days

All I could think was this scene that everyone of us drew atleast once in the ARTS class.

wah! Kya scene hai!!lol

Need some change?

2007-10-21T13:25:00.000-07:00

A walk, down the same lane.
A walk, down the same path.
A walk, by the same trees.

The trees that bear the same yellow flowers.
The flowers that have the same life.

The days when you feel ecstatic, you look at the blooming flowers up on the branches.
The days you are low, you find the same flowers down on the path trampled by the passers by.

A moment of bloom and then crushed to death.

There are days you see them blown away with the nasty wind.
There are days you see a child gather them from them from the mud.

And then you see them travelling with the breeze to a new place where they start their life all over again.

While you continue to walk on the same path, down the same lane.

Is it the time for change?

White

2007-10-09T12:04:00.000-07:00

WHITE
It’s the colour of mourning.
Its the colour of celebration.
Its the colour of peace.
Its the colour of happiness.
Its pure, calm, serene and honest.
It’s the colour of the first meal that baby takes.
It’s the colour of maturity on a person’s head.
It’s the colour of the moonlight.
It’s the colour of the clouds.
It’s the colour of the sea foam.
It’s the screechy chalk on the black board.
It’s the clean surface of the white board.
Mixes with every other colour to give it a new identity.
It makes red go pink.
It turns the black into grey.
And its just White

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What comes to your mind when you think of White..
Write back…

"I don't know"

2007-10-08T11:49:00.000-07:00

It was back. The Dragon was back. After lying low for months, it was back, flaring fire all over the village. The village head was having sleepless nights again. Since there had been no attacks for the past two months, everyone had assumed that it had left for new hunting grounds. But what they didn’t know was that it had been preparing for a big feast. In the nest lay hundreds of eggs. Soon there would be little dragons everywhere.

Happy days were over once more. Kids were forced to play indoors. Women were scared to go out themselves. The traders found it difficult to travel and had to suffer losses.

But as they say, when you are in a situation where there is a mountain on one side and a pit on the other, you would rather climb the mountain.
So after giving a lot of thought, the village head decided to go in for the last option he had.

On the other end of the village, in the caves, lived a Giant. A harmless creature, but feared for his size. Every night, one villager would go and supply him with food, lest he decides to eat them. As such, handling one dragon had taken a toll on them.
But the Giant was a vegetarian. It did not bother him if one day the food did not reach him. Rather these services had made him even more lazy.
The village head that night, took the Giant’s meal himself. Once in the cave, he begged the Giant to help him in tackling with the Dragon.

Next morning, the villagers woke up to a loud thrashing sound. The Giant had taken on the Dragon, suddenly feeling very full of life. He whacked the Dragon dead in no time and jumped on the eggs like a kid, giggling all along.

The villagers were spell bound. All these years, they had lived with the Giant and the Dragon, fearing both of them. And now suddenly, both their problems were solved.
The village head was overwhelmed, proud of his decision to ask the Giant the previous night.

He along with his bunch of council took a very special meal to the caves that night.

“I can’t tell you, how thankful we all are to you, for what you did this morning.” , thanked the village head.

“Ugh-agh..thats olright..but temme..why didn’t you ask me before??”, grunted the Giant

“Uh-ah Well I don’t know!”, shrugged the village head.

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Don't look at me!!I don't know why I wrote this.;)

YawnStretchYawn

2007-10-06T03:09:00.000-07:00

Being in bed till late noon.

Hiding under the covers to avoid the sunlight peeking in through the window.

Waking up at lunch time.

Eating the left overs from last night.

Retiring back to the bed with an ice cream tub and cola can.

Surfing through the T.V channels.

Finding re-runs if all the shows you have tried to avoid throughout the week.

Settling in for F.R.I.E.N.D.S again.

Reading the Sunday supplement to see if you can still catch a movie at the multiplex.

Deciding against it and still lazing in bed.

Feeling really hungry in the evening.

Making up your mind to order a pizza.

The change in your pocket turning out to be just short for the order.

Sufficing with a home made bread pizza.

Leaving half of it in the trash in the end.

Finally deciding to take bath.

Watching a late night movie on T.V.

Looking at the To-Do list and noticing none of the items have been checked.

Dreading the Monday blues like always.

Heres wishing you all another Lazy Sunday.

Tagged-2

2007-10-04T09:49:00.000-07:00

Tagged by Jay

The Rules of this tag:
1. Link to your tagger and post these rules.
2. List eleven (11) random facts about yourself.
3. Tag eleven people at the end of your post and list their names (linking to them).
4. These eleven persons would have to tag 12 people.
5. You could also tag back, if desperate !
6.Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving them a comment on their blogs.

11 random things

1. I am very random.
2. I think computers and internet are one of the revolutionary inventions.
3. I fell in a gutter when I was five.
4. I have small eyes.
5. I hate to wake up early in the morning.
6. I love to sleep. Last week I slept for 13 hours straight.
7. My G.K is really poor.
8. I don’t drink/smoke.
9. I am short tempered.
10. I have been living in the same city ever since I was born.
11. I am scared of lizards.

I do not wish to tag anyone..its a free for all.

Kiss of death*

2007-10-04T09:21:00.000-07:00

It had been long. Both of them had been looking forward to this meeting. Sitting with, for what seemed a lifetime, he felt immensely happy.

He looked into her eyes. She lowered them suddenly, not knowing how to react. Her hair reflected the orange of the setting sun, as her cheeks took a shade of red. Her breathing grew heavier and the nervous sweat beads wet her palms.

He took her hand in his, slowly pulling her closer and closer. He leaned and kissed her on her neck and again.

His eyes as red as of devil. His teeth as sharp as a knife. He took a deep breath before making the final move and drawing the blood out of her.

A sudden pain in his chest threw him back for a moment. His skin burnt and he yelled in pain. His eyes burnt and he shut them just in time to see, with a cross in her hand, the vampire slayer.

*edit

eXpress:)

2007-09-19T10:59:00.000-07:00

Aren't emoticons coolest way to express yourself??
Celebarting 25 years of emoticons...
keep the smiley alive ;)

The Night Out

2007-09-14T06:01:00.000-07:00

He climbed up the rickety iron stairs that lead up to the roof of his room. The cemented ledge on the corner awaited him for the night. He settled himself on the old rug and the cushion and placed the hot mug of coffee by his side.

It was a routine. Every night he climbed up the roof and gazed at the sky above. The stars, the moon, the clouds. He would make patterns out of the stars, try and find faces in the moon, and look at the vast expanse with wonder.

He would see the birds flying away to their nests making a racket as they went by.
He would see the lights on the mountain far off go off one by one. Except for one light that always shone through out the night. If only he could find out what that light was.

He wished it to be someone like him, someone who also admired the night time
as much as he did. One day I will find out, he would say everyday.

Today he snuggled up in the rags for it was a cold night. The sky was starless. The black and thick clouds thundered .The sky would light up at frequent intervals with lightening. And he tried to figure out if there was any pattern in those flashes.

The night watchman was taking his rounds of the area. He too would soon retire to his hut nearby. But He would wait. He would wait to see the clouds melt away without any spell of shower. He would see the sky lighten up from black to grey to light blue and orange till the sum came up completely, making him warm. He would hear the temple bells and rooster alarms. The birds would come out again from their nests and fly away some place.

It would be the time for him to go to bed!

Post-It

2007-09-07T09:03:00.001-07:00

This blog has not seen many posts for sometime now. Friends tell me to post, fellow bloggers ask me to post, I tell myself to post. Then why don’t I post?

Am I out of material? No! it’s partly because of the work load and partly because of plain laziness of typing out anything.

I do not blog to satisfy the writer in me. I don’t even consider myself to be a writer in first place. I do not know why I write and I don not know why I don’t.

That’s me-Confused!!

So I post this post just because I want to post today!!

Ughhh!! Whatever!!

Abstract-3

2007-09-07T08:41:00.001-07:00

Sleepy and hollow

2007-08-20T12:19:00.001-07:00

infinite, yet empty

busy, yet lazy

wanted, yet broken

shining, yet dark

exciting, yet boring

waiting, to be hurt

sleepy and hollow

so many ways , yet nowhere to go

Optionless

2007-08-01T06:09:00.000-07:00

A constant beep woke him up from his dream. He squinted his eye and fumbled for his mobile which had slipped somewhere inside the bed sheets. The incessant beep ringed inside his head as he struggled with his sheets. Finally he hit snooze and went back to his sleep. He could afford another five minutes before he got up and hit the shower.

He wasn’t looking forward to the day. Being treated like dirt in office was not something in his plan. Always a good performer in college, he shouldered the burden of many expectations. But it was his own expectation that troubled him the most. Past two months had been the worst, both professionally and personally. His least favourite colleague had been transferred to his department as his superior. Long hours at office would leave him tired for anything else. That didn’t go down well with his girlfriend who constantly nagged him for not giving her the due attention.

Right now he wanted to forget all that and enjoy the five minutes of peace. Suddenly he felt really light, as if he was weightless. Then he realised that he was floating in the air. Directly below him, he saw his own body lying on the bed.

‘Oh! So this is what happens when you die!’ he thought.

Recalling all ghost movies he had seen, he tried to play some tricks of his own. But to his utter dismay, he had no control over himself. His soul went of in different directions.

‘This is no fun’, he realised. ‘That’s not how it should be. If I got no control even after death, then I’d rather live’.

Slowly his soul floated back towards his body and he woke up with a jerk. Somewhere near his head his mobile was beeping again. Hitting snooze was not an option now. He finally pulled himself up, not looking forward to the day ahead.

‘I’d rather live’

Of words, stories and assignments

2007-07-10T12:12:00.000-07:00

While going through a pile of papers I found something interesting

A year ago, when I joined my first year classes, I got an assignment in creative writing on the first day itself. We were given 5 words and we were asked to build a story around them. There was no constraint on the word usage but I chose to stick to as less as possible.

The words were: DOOR, AXE, MIRROR, DRAIN, LEGS

Here are the two versions that I wrote:

#1: His legs grew heavier as he unlocked his front door. He looked tired and drained out but his clothes still smelled of his favourite AXE deodorant. Although he was still in his early thirties, the mirror reflected a different story. All he needed right now was a nice cup of coffee.

#2: She was woken up in the middle of the night by a noise. It was like an axe hitting a metal. At first she thought she was dreaming but then she heard it again. Mustering up all her courage, she moved into the hall. Something on her right moved and her heart skipped a beat. It was just a mirror she was looking at. Her legs were trembling as she slowly pushes open the kitchen door. She fumbled for the light switch and found the button just in time to see a rat going down his favourite kitchen drain.

My second year classes start tomorrow and I guess I have come a long way since these stories both as a person and a writer. Looking forward to another year.

High Spirited

2007-06-21T02:44:00.000-07:00

I am a ghost. But I don’t live on a tree. No not in a graveyard either. I just like to roam around. I don’t have much powers, just the few basic privileges of being stuck in the middle of life and the ultimate moksha. Honestly, I like it here .It’s fun.

During the day time, I generally sit in a coffee shop that I could never afford when I was alive. I sit and observe people who can. They are boring.

Every Friday I catch the latest hindi flick at the multiplex. Nothing great these days, I tell you. Last week I dozed off even before the interval.

If you promise not to tell anyone, I’ll tell you a secret.

Sometimes, during the daytime, I go visit my old school. Yes! to attend lectures.!!!!!

The miss the stupid subjects that were of no use to me in my later life.

I especially like solving maths problems-algebra and geometry that I studied in 10^th standard. The syllabus has changed now.

Oh but please don’t tell this to anyone. None of my ghost friends know about this. Yeah we kinda have a club of a sort and we meet up every weekend. We go uphills sometimes and party till late. When we get too excited we end up scaring mortals. But c’mon they scare us too sometimes!!!

In the evening, I like to stand in the middle of the road and let the cars pass through me. I love the rush, nauseating sometimes, but fun.

At night, I find an empty room at a five star hotel. I watch T.V(on mute, because I don’t want scare away other customers, you know.). I get up pretty late in the morning and then get about doing the usual stuff.

Ok, time for me to go now, but if you want to meet me then leave your address/link and I’ll pay a visit to you sometime soon.

Rose

2007-06-18T03:22:00.000-07:00

She was beautiful.
Her innocence reflected in her eyes.
Her laughter filled up the atmosphere.
Rose, she lived up to her name.
She was pure.

He was a star.
His looks had everyone vying for him.
His attitude was the most talked about.
He was her hero.

They met.
She was starstruck.
Her fantasy seemed to be coming true.
She was on the 7th sky.
He was not perturbed.
But he saw her beauty.
He saw her innocence.
She was his eyes.

That day, she grew up

Have Feet. And Yes I Will Dance....

2007-06-11T03:27:00.000-07:00

Black out.

1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..

She enters from stage left in the given 8 counts.

Breath in…breath out…

She waits for the butterflies to flutter in her stomach. Surprisingly they do not turn up.

She is not nervous which confuses her.

Music blares

Lights blind her

As she meticulously performs the steps, keeping in mind what was to come next.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

2 2 3 4 5 6 7 8…she continues

This is time to show everything that she has learned in the past 15 days.

To prove that all you need is will to learn and enjoy what you do.

To gain the confidence she had lost long ago.

3 minutes later she exists from stage right.

Its over..she did it…

She breaks off from her group, who celebrate their exuberant performance, and closes her eyes. She wants to celebrate alone for she has conquered alone.

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For the institute called SDIPA

Find the other you.

ABSTARCT-2

2007-06-07T12:42:00.000-07:00

Searching For The Light

2007-06-05T12:27:00.000-07:00

I went down the path of uncertainty

and found that everyone had been there.

Those who got disheartened by the darkness outside,stopped

the others found the light within and continued.

2007-06-02T12:59:00.001-07:00

Walk With Me!

2007-05-31T14:56:00.000-07:00

‘Wait’, she gasped, nursing her bruised knee.. but he was far ahead of her. She tried to keep an eye on him so she doesn’t lose him in the sea of people.

She was tired. She was breathless. She wanted to rest.

She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, trying not to think about him for a while. Trying not to rush behind him all the time.

It had been a long journey. But it seemed that she hadn’t seen anything. She was missing out on so many things just to keep up with him.

He never stopped. He went on and on. He would never slow down to walk with her. Instead she would keep running behind him, to keep up.

Often she would tire out and fall behind. But he would hardly notice. Once I while he would stop and wait for her to catch up. She would get an impatient look everytime, when she looked for sympathy.

She wanted to go slow. She wanted to enjoy every bit of the journey. In between she would want to stop and admire the things along the road. A beautiful scenery or a vendor selling trinkets.

Now she couldn’t carry on. She had to take a decision and take it right now.

She opened her eyes slowly and looked for him. He was standing around the corner, impatiently waiting for her. She gathered all the strength that was left, turned her back towards him and started walking, slowly.

Cheers!!

2007-05-29T12:22:00.000-07:00

She saw her reflection in the mirror and smiled. She looked beautiful and she knew.

She had never realised that she too could look as good as the plastic around her. Perfect hair, glossy lips and glares in the place.

She pushed back a flick that kept falling over her eye, while two people worked on her feet and hands, scrubbing hard the dead skin.

All these years she used to simply tie her hair back and never really bothered about her looks. Today she let her hair loose. She pampered herself at a posh salon and

bought herself a pretty dress that brought out her best features.

At home, she ordered her favourite pizza, played her favourite CD, wore the pretty dress, popped a champagne and raised a toast to the last day of her life.

Tagged

2007-05-20T01:34:00.000-07:00

Confessing7girl has tagged me. So here goes my first tag.

Rules:

Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
People who are tagged need to write posts in their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
At the end of your post, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.

I am a very lazy person and can sleep for hours and hours at a stretch
I still read The Famous Five ( the kirrin island…rings a bell???)
I am not an animal lover.
I have been collecting the wrappers of all the Dairy Milks I eat, for the past 6 years.(don’t ask me how many have I got coz I havn’t counted them since a long time)
I am a bit stingy.
I am annoyingly punctual and often reach at parties even before the host
I am jinxed when it comes to electronics. My gadgets either break, stop working or get stolen.
I love both the beach and the hills.

I don't have many blogger friends so i can't tag 8 people
I tag:
Alesea
Kindaweird
Nothingman
Sid..
The Crazy Apothecary
zedekiah

Its upto them if they want to pick up this tag...I am not forcing anyone.

The Seven Year Itch

2007-05-19T02:29:00.000-07:00

‘You have changed’, she looked at me and said.

‘Well, whatever!’ I had no time to listen to her complaints.

‘Now leave me alone.’ I snapped

She hovered around my table for a while and then left the room, banging the door behind.

I threw my pen in my hand. I was more angry with myself than her. How could I let this happen?

I still remember when I took her in my arms for the first time. She looked so innocent, so beautiful. I had fallen for her that very moment. Over the years, our love had grown even more.

She completely adored me and I loved her more than anything.

Although it is difficult to maintain a long distance relationship, she never showed any signs of changed loyalties. I was the first person she looked for as soon as she landed in the city.

On the other hand, I had been keeping busy with my college, studies and work and could not give her all the time she demanded and deserved.

In the past couple of years, I had started to feel the strain in our seven year long relationship.

I would get irritated often and snapped at every little thing.

She too wouldn’t give up on things that made me mad but still tries her best to make up after every fight.

This time too when she came, I wasn’t in the best of my moods. I had to take a crucial test the next day and she would refuse to leave my side.

My temper took over me once again and I shouted at her.

‘You have changed, Didi’ my 7 year old cousin said.

I had no answer.

Like Father Like Son

2007-05-18T03:35:00.000-07:00

‘Everything is going to be fine. Relax!’ he took a few deep breaths.

His father lay on the hospital bed, a bit nervous about the next morning.

‘Son! I don’t want to die’, he said.

‘Its nothing father! It is just a minor operation. You will be home in a couple of days’, he reassured him by repeating what doctors had told him.

The next morning his wife and his sister waited at home while he stayed back at hospital.

He came back home in the afternoon but he wasn’t alone. He carried his father’s body along.

Due to the negligence of the hospital, 5 patients died in the operation theatre that morning. His father was one of them and he could do nothing to save him.

5 months later he found himself at the hospital again. This time it was his wife in the OT. All the jitters and nightmares rushed back.

At 2:05 A.M in the morning, the nurse came out and said, ‘Congratulations! It’s a girl’

He took her in his arms and smiled.

‘Son! I don’t want to die’

He lost his father to become one.

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For my grandfather whom I never saw

Never Hide

2007-05-15T23:34:00.000-07:00

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The Way I Feel-2

2007-05-14T05:08:00.000-07:00

Scared

Aimless

Closed

FREE

2007-05-11T07:49:00.000-07:00

Every night I free my soul from the shackles of my body and let it wander free.

It escapes like a bird from a cage and soars above high.

It roams about carefree, it plays with the pixies and it dances in the moonlight.

When dawn comes, it unwilling comes back and resides in me.

During the day, I get around doing my usual chores, while it patiently waits for the night to come.

A Story A Day

2007-05-10T10:05:00.000-07:00

‘I don’t have much time, I don’t have much time’, she muttered to herself.

It was around midnight and she walked in the shadows to avoid being seen.

She quickened her steps and hurried towards the local market.

The shops were closed and the market place had an eerie feeling without the usual crowd and the noise.

She reached the cyber café that she visited daily. Looking down at the locked door she contemplated what to do.

A slight rustle startled her and she glanced back to see if anyone was around. But the road was deserted. The sidewalk was broken at a place and the debris was still scattered on the road.

Suddenly she smiled to herself and thought ‘I don’t need a key’

She stepped inside the café and switched on a terminal.

‘I don’t have much time, I don’t have much time’

‘Hi! I am sorry to break in like this but I don’t have much time.’ She tried to explain.

The guard kept staring at her with his mouth wide open, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

‘Don’t you remember ?I come here everyday’, she tried again.

No response.

‘I came here this morning too,’ she continued, ‘I met with an accident just outside this café.’

‘they are going to cremate me tomorrow, so I thought I’ll read my friend’s blog one last time’

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Nothingman writes A Story A Day and it’s hard to resist ;)

Happy Birthday!!

Hmm…No thanks

2007-05-04T05:49:00.001-07:00

I woke up one day and found that the world was closed.

‘Nobody told me anything’

I walked the empty streets, felt like kicking a can but found nothing.

‘Even the garbage!!!’

The phone booth stood empty, the computer screen stared back blankly.

I looked up at the cloudless sky.

‘Am I dead?'

‘Hell….No!’

I turned around to find a python dressed in a fancy suit talking to me.

‘Where is everyone?’ I asked.

‘Sir, the world has gone on a vacation’

He continued to chatter and kept tugging my sleeve..

Finally he lead me to an orchard, while I still tried to figure out what the hell was going on.

‘…and here at The Eden Garden…we offer you the best deals..’ he pointed towards the only fruit bearing tree.

‘Huh?’

‘All you need is an apple from this tree and you can reach any destination of your choice…a heavenly experience guaranteed…’

‘Hmm…no thanks…I don’t like apples’

And I went back to sleep

Lets Go For It.

2007-05-04T05:46:00.000-07:00

My legs say ‘Can’t go further’

My brain says ‘this is not the end’

My heart says ‘there is another road around the bend’

My legs say ‘I have no strength left’

My brain says ‘convert your weakness into some’

My heart says ‘there is more to come..’

My legs say ‘No more! I can’t see my goal’

My brain says ‘It’s the every step you take’

My heart says ‘you will learn from your own mistakes’

My legs say ‘O.k I am ready!’

My brain says ‘So am I’

My heart says ‘Lets go for it!’

Happy B'Day

2007-04-26T06:08:00.000-07:00

It’s a cool night. The road is deserted. She rides down on her bike, enjoying the stinging wind on her face. She wipes out her watering eye. With no destination in mind, she rides on.

Back at home, her room is filled with continuous chatter of the RJ, the light is still on, the bed sheet is rolled up in a ball, cushions on the floor.

Somewhere down, in the living room, there is lot of yelling, screeching and hugging. The chips are dipped and re-dipped, glasses are filled and re-filled, the party continues.

“I hope they like my Birthday cake”, she thinks as she continues her mindless journey.

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I hope you all have great birthdays, especially my Taurus mates:
Astha, Sunita, Nidhi, Diana,Suhana,Jyotsana, Bani, Neha K, Rinchen, Anubha, Mehak, Nothingman's Friend, Neha P, Sunaina, Saheba,Shreya.

Taureans rock...

Some famous Taureans:

April 21, 1816 : Charlotte Bronte - Writer
April 21, 1838 : John Muir - Naturalist
April 21, 1926 : Queen Elizabeth II - British Royalty
April 22, 1724 : Immanuel Kant - Philosopher
April 22, 1870 : Nicolai Lenin - Marxist
April 22, 1904 : Robert Oppenheimer - Physicist
April 22, 1908 : Eddie Albert - Actor
April 22, 1916 : Yehudi Menuhin - Musician
April 22, 1936 : Glen Campbell - Entertainer
April 22, 1937 : Jack Nicholson - Actor
April 23, 1452 : Leonardo Davinci - Artist
April 23, 1519 : Catherine de Medici - French Royalty
April 23, 1891 : Sergei Prokofiev - Composer
April 23, 1928 : Shirley Temple Black - Actress
April 23, 1939 : Lee Majors - Actor
April 24, 1934 : Shirly MacLaine - Actress
April 24, 1942 : Barbara Steisand - Singer
April 25, 1874 : Guglielmo Marconi - Scientist
April 25, 1908 : Eduard R. Murrow - Broadcaster
April 26, 1564 : William Shakespeare - Writer
April 26, 1933 : Carol Burnett - Comedian
April 27, 1822 : Ulysses S. Grant - U.S. President
April 27, 1891 : Samual Morse - Inventor
April 27, 1822 : Ulysses S. Grant - U.S. President
April 27, 1922 : Jack Klugman - Actor
April 29, 1936 : Mehta Zubin - Conductor
April 29, 1947 : Johnny Miller - Golfer
April 29, 1955 : Kate Mulgrew - Actress
April 29, 1970 : Uma Thurman - Actress
May 01, 1945 : Rita Coolidge - Singer
May 02, 1729 : Catherine the Great - Russian Royality
May 02, 1903 : Bing Crosby - Singer
May 02, 1925 : Roscoe Lee Browne - Actor
May 05, 1599 : Oliver Cromwell - Politician
May 05, 1818 : Karl Marx - Revolutionary
May 05, 1943 : Bob Woodward - Reporter
May 05, 1958 : Annette Benning - Actress
May 06, 1758 : Maximil. Robespierre - Revolutionary
May 06, 1856 : Sigmund Freud - Psychologist
May 06, 1895 : Rudolph Valentino - Actor
May 06, 1913 : Stewart Granger - Actor
May 06, 1915 : Orson Wells - Producer
May 07, 1833 : Johnnes Brahms - Composer
May 07, 1901 : Gary Cooper - Actor
May 07, 1908 : Eva Perone - Argentina
May 08, 1929 : Jane Roberts - Channel

May 09, 1946 : Candice Bergen - Actress
May 10, 1899 : Fred Astaire - Dancer
May 10, 1939 : Jean Huston - Psychologist
May 10, 1940 : Wayne Dyer - Psychologist
May 11, 1888 : Irving Berlin - Composer
May 11, 1894 : Martha Graham - Dancer
May 12, 1820 : Florence Nightingale - Humanitarian
May 12, 1907 : Katherine Hepburn - Actress
May 13, 1914 : Joe Lewis - Sports Figure
May 13, 1923 : Richard Avedon - Photographer
May 13, 1939 : Harvey Keitel - Actor
May 13, 1941 : Ritchie Valens - Singer
May 13, 1950 : Stevie Wonder - Singer
May 14, 1936 : Bobby Darin - Singer
May 14, 1944 : George Lucas - Film maker
May 14, 1952 : David Byrne - Singer
May 15, 1859 : Pierre Curry - Scientist
May 15, 1902 : Richard Daily - Politician
May 16, 1905 : Henry Fonda - Actor
May 16, 1925 : Liberace - Entertainer
May 17, 1866 : Eric Satie - Composer
May 20, 1908 : James Stewart - Actor
May 20, 1946 : Cher - Singer
May 21, 1904 : Robert Montgomery - Actor

May 2: David Beckham , Brian Lara

ABSTRACT

2007-04-14T09:23:00.000-07:00

Sandwich

2007-04-10T23:41:00.000-07:00

Grilled chicken sandwich was all that he needed.

For the last three months, he had been longing for it.

So he finally picked up the phone and placed an order!

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Ha ha!!!

Really bad one, I know

But this is for all lazy bums like me…now pick that ass and get to work…:-)

EXTRA BAGGAGE

2007-04-10T23:35:00.000-07:00

It’s an old, rugged, blue denim bag. It has got a spacious, big pocket. There are two small ones in the front for trinkets etc and a side space to carry your liquids.

A small keychain hangs by the zipper. The tiny bells on it tinkle everytime you move.

At the bottom, there’s a stain, most probably left by a chewing gum. The corner that had got torn is now mended.

“Hey Merel, can you accommodate my book in your bag?

I am not carrying mine.”

“Sure! I am used to carrying extra baggage”

H.NO 2,11th STREET

2007-04-09T08:56:00.000-07:00

Do you know the girl who lives on the 11^th street? Her house is second one from the left. Outside her gate are shrubs of roses-pink, yellow and white. As you go inside, you will meet her little brown dog called Pencil. Pencil loves playing with his plastic toy-bone. The living room is a colourful one. The curtains and the cushions have beautiful patterns. In the dining hall there is a huge painting of an old man, whose eyes follow you wherever you go.

Eyes- yes! The girl has beautiful eyes. Once you meet her you will be totally mesmerized. When she starts talking, you just want to listen.

Her house has other rooms too, including a basement. The basement is where she plays the piano. A huge, antique piano.

She’s a natural. Her fingers meticulously move over the black and white keys and her mellifluous voice fills the air.

Besides the piano is a huge box. Its decorated with lots of small shells, like eyes all over it.

And if you open the box you will find an eye each of all the people who have ever visited the house.

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BEWARE!!

*Enid Blyton meets R.L.Stine..

*You may be reminded of the Anguli mar Dakoo by the end.

TRANCE

2007-04-09T01:46:00.000-07:00

The room is completely dark except for the moonlight pouring in from the window. The wooden floor is cracked at many places with moss growing out of it. She lies there, in the corner, alone and desolate. Her gown is torn, her hair disheveled. Her eyes are groggy because of hours of crying. Her cheeks are stained with streaks of washed out mascara. How many hours have passed by, she doesn’t know.

Somewhere in the distance, she hears a faint noise. It grows louder and louder. Someone outside is playing a flute. In his own world, he is playing a happy tune.

Suddenly she stands up and starts dancing to his tune. Round and round, she moves in perfect balance. Never before had she felt so free.

The person outside, oblivious of this, continues his journey. Slowly the music fades away.

The room is completely dark except for the moonlight pouring in from the window and in the middle of it, she is dancing and laughing out loud.

HOWZZAT!!

2007-04-09T01:42:00.000-07:00

He had been waiting for so long for this match. It wasn’t everyday that an international match was held in his city. What made it more special was that his favourite teams were playing. It would be the clash of titans!

The stadium would be jam packed. He had to be there. He had made his arrangements beforehand. He wasn’t going to make any mistake this time.

The day finally came. Although it was a day and night match, he was up at 6 in the morning.

It took him an hour to reach the stadium. The security was tight and each and every belonging of his was checked thoroughly. After all these ordeals he was finally inside. He hurried to get a nice place for himself.

The atmosphere was electric. Thousands of fans had turned up to cheer their favourites. Flags fluttered in the air, and slogans were being chanted. The bowler of the opposition team came on with full steam, and the batsman pulled it for four. The crowd was on its feet, Roaring! At the same time he picked up his camphor and moved to the next aisle, shouting ‘Kafee! Kafee”

A cup of Tea and much more

2007-04-07T06:31:00.000-07:00

Sometime in July last year the media people encroached upon the Law Canteen of PU.

It was when the MassComm Dept shifted to a new building.

The new batch that came was equally excited about the proximity to the canteen as about the whole new block for themselves.

It was here where we (freshers) sat together, initially in one big group and then later in different smaller ones, to know each other. After all we were to spend the next two years here.

It was here where we waited eagerly for our seniors to join us.

It was here where we actually got to interact with them.

It was here where we completed our assignments, discussed our term papers, documentaries, sought internship advices, complimented each other, shared tiffins to softwares, cut birthday cakes, called out for ‘Santosh’ or ‘Nizam’ for another cup of ‘cha’ after a tiring cricket match.

We would huddle up inside when it rained and spread all out in the winter sun.

The canteen was also the part of the first ever Alumni Meet of our dept (which was initiated by our seniors).

When the deadlines approached we all sat with our laptops, diligently trying to finish up work, while gulping down cups of tea.

Sometime in July this year when we return to the Law Canteen once more, we’ll be greeted by freshers eagerly waiting for their seniors. But it will not be the same.

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This ones for the best seniors I ever had- we’ll miss you.

Hope our juniors are as cool as yours.

And do remember us when we come looking for jobs next year.

Rock on…

TREE TIME

2007-04-07T04:35:00.000-07:00

DEVILISH STREAK

ON A HIGH..

FALL(ing) IN LOVE

Single and Unavailable

2007-04-05T02:03:00.000-07:00

While growing up, Single had many friends. He liked to play with all of them. Hide n seek, cycling, cricket were some of his favourite sports.
As he grew up, he realized that he and Available had become very close friends. They would go to parties together, go on geris and hang out with the rest of the gang. But it was always Single and Available.

However, slowly Single started to grow suspicious. Whenever Available met someone, Single would feel insecure. There was a constant fear of losing Available . There were frequents arguments and both could feel the rift between them.

Then one day Single met Unavailable. The two had lots in common and Single loved Unavailable’s company. When the two were together, they didn’t have worry about anybody else. There were no fights, no insecurity-just loads of fun.

From that day onwards, Single had a new best friend-Unavailable.

Single and Unavailable

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Dedicated to my Tantra t-shirt
and all the Single and Unavailables-enjoy the freedom

THE WAY I FEEL

2007-04-01T04:06:00.000-07:00

INTIMIDATED

INSECURE

LONELY

ANNOYED

Shady

2007-03-26T09:10:00.001-07:00

For 52 years he had been going there every night. Every single night he would carry his lamp, sit in front of the wall and talk to his friend. He had met him when he was 16 and all these years they had shared practically everything.

He would discuss his lost love, failed marriage, great jobs, psycho bosses...everything...his friend would listen, comfort him and offer advice every now and then. They would argue at times but reached consensus in the end.

He was always at peace when they were together. No matter how hard the day would be, it was the nights he looked forward to, never caring for what others had to say. As he grew older the visits became longer. They would still meet in front of the wall, now dilapidated and he would still carry his old lamp. He even started spending the whole night there talking with his only friend who never left him.

One day, he was found dead in front of the same wall, his friend was nowhere in sight. But even though he lays buried in the graveyard, his shadow awaits for him every night at the wall.

The Usual

2007-03-26T05:39:00.000-07:00

Sitting in the dark room, she stared at the wall in front of her. She had been sitting there for hours, just staring.

After emptying out all her thoughts, her mind was blank right now. The only sound in the room was that of the clock ticking away.

Suddenly a bright light blinded her.T.V came to life.Electricity was back!
Slowly she snuggled into her bed and went off to sleep

New Bloggie in town!!

2007-03-26T05:31:00.000-07:00

After giving it a lot of thought, I finally decided to blog...
so watch out this space for more...

As Alive As Dead

Come on out

Knocking on Hell's door

Something on your mind

They scatter away

Chronicles of a half-geek

Another blog

Its been a while

Suffocated

Gloom

Paper plane in the air

On the road

A Wish

Winds of change

Silent nights

The other side of vindication

White flag

Stranger

LOST

Heartless-2

..of Birthdays again!

No strings attached

Taurus 21 April- 21 May

Lost Nemo

Au Revoir

Free

Nightmares

Painy disco

Crowd

Emotions

Heartless

Happy New Year

Song Of this Week

Tagged-3

Jack-Ed

What's my age again?

Superman and Bryan Adams Bhaiyyaa

Not Again!!

50

28 Days Later

Abstract-4

Kya Scene hai!!!

Need some change?

White

"I don't know"

*Yawn**Stretch**Yawn*

Tagged-2

Kiss of death*

eXpress:)

The Night Out

Post-It

Abstract-3

Sleepy and hollow

Optionless

Of words, stories and assignments

High Spirited

Rose

Have Feet. And Yes I Will Dance....

ABSTARCT-2

Searching For The Light

Walk With Me!

Cheers!!

Tagged

The Seven Year Itch

Like Father Like Son

Never Hide

The Way I Feel-2

FREE

A Story A Day

Hmm…No thanks

Lets Go For It.

Happy B'Day

ABSTRACT

Sandwich

EXTRA BAGGAGE

H.NO 2,11th STREET

TRANCE

HOWZZAT!!

A cup of Tea and much more

TREE TIME

YawnStretchYawn