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2006-12-25T18:51:00.000+04:00

2006-11-11T15:34:00.000+04:00

Paragliding...here i come!

LoWeR ThY GazE

2006-09-27T18:09:00.000+04:00

Hi!
*smile*
You're cute
*giggle*
I Looaave You!
*cheeky grin*
But wait...
*confused look*
You're cute too
*blink blink*
I Looaave You!
*cheeky grin*
Oh no!
*slaps forehead*
You're cute as well
*frustrated*
But You're short...
*hmmm*
What the Heck!

*sigh*
I'll 'lower my gaze'
*cheeky grin*
I Looaave You Too!
*hearts*

ComE BaCk YeSterDaY

2006-09-21T10:08:00.000+04:00

I watch as another day ends and the sun sets all over again. I never really figured out why light had to dissolve into darkness. Sure there’s always the next day to look forward to but what does the next day have that this day couldn’t. Why can’t we just live an eternal happy-go-lucky day? It would make the whole cycle of life a little more digestible. A little more believable.

I’m not quite sure what I’m searching for; and for that fact, why I’m searching at all. The urge to just stand in the midst of helter-skelter and scream is at times so strong, so uncontrollable. I want everything to stop and just take a second to notice what’s happened. Wasn’t yesterday different? Wasn’t yesterday better? Then why the hell were we waiting for today when everything was perfect just the way it was?

History repeats itself. I wish it would soon. I live everyday in the hope of yesterday becoming today and hopefully everyday after. Unfortunately, I’ve also learnt to give up to submission and let fate takes its course. It’s not stopping for me so why am I waiting for it to embrace me?

Smile! It’s another bloody day which isn’t mine; which isn’t yesterday.

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road

Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go

So make the best of this test, and don't ask why

It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time

- Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life), Green Day

FaShiOn PoLicE

2006-08-30T00:05:00.000+04:00

You have the right to remain fashionable.
Anything you buy or wear can and will be used against you in a court of law.

And just so ya know honeyh, that thaing ya got on will cost ya life imprisonment.
Consider this your first and...LAST warning!

If OnLy I CouLd...

2006-08-28T00:57:00.000+04:00

“There! Stop in front of the aunty in black.”

SCREECH!!

Aunty looks up. Look of disapproval as expected. This is frowned upon. How could you!
I inch up, snuggle closer and manage an awkward kiss.

*Shock*Horror*

She wants to take her abaya off and strangle me with it till my face matches.
Even though the skin-tight leather pants are itchy and slimy, even though the skimpy top is uncomfortable, even though I hate getting on motorbikes regardless if it’s a sexy Harley, and even though this rockstar wannabe with a thousand piercings and markings stinks, it’s all worth the look on her face.

It’s especially precious ‘cause just yesterday I had to sit prim and proper in her living room and nod politely to her pointless rambling.

BURN!

I know secretly she’s thinking the same thing.

“Hey dude! There’s an extra 50 in it for you if you make her abaya fly when we pull away.”

ConFesSiOnS of A StReSseD StuDeNt DuRinG CoUrsE ReGistRaTioN

2006-08-26T16:15:00.000+04:00

“Ab mujhe mat dekho. This was all your idea in the first place!”
“You secretly support it too so Shut Up! This is gonna work!”

Click.
‘Press Here.’
Beep.
1:00
Tick. Tick.

*Evil grin* “HA HA! Told you so! (sticks tongue out) Okaayyy (turns to mob waiting behind and puts on best sly-villian look)…RUUUNNNNN!!!”
“Arre ruko na…my eyeliner…”
“Ufff…Chal Meri Maa!”

All 200 people run towards the steel gates, arms flailing everywhere. The usually offensive guard panics and runs too for fear of having his toes crunched. Except, one certain ‘daredevil’ A.A. runs in the opposite direction, “Naaahhiiinnn! The library! Meri books!”
“Oye.Cheti cheti!”

BANG

Everyone turns around to see red bricks shoot haywire and a thick blanket of smoke rise from the interiors.

3.2.1

Bursts of red, green and blue.
Fireworks!
Perfect timing and more than the perfect ending.
Everyone smiles and clippity clappity claps.
Mission Accomplished. What a relief…what a show!

“AAP! AAP! Aapkyakarraheenhain. Maine saari raat beth ke itni mehnat se slides banayi hain... par aap ko toh fikar hi nahin hai. Bas building uraana aata hai!”
*Slaps forehead*
Uggghhh…EJECT!

RepEaT

2006-08-21T15:21:00.000+04:00

Rekhaon Ka Khel Hai Muqaddar

Rekhaon Se Maat Kha Rahe Ho

The lines wouldn’t go away. I scrubbed some more but they were stuck fast, glued to me till eternity. I rubbed harder and stronger with my thumb, trying to erase my fate. All I wanted was to banish them and recreate.

Redraw the lines out of my mind.

Rewrite my life out of the cold whiteness that had swamped me and taken over.

Redefine myself out from the corner of this 6*10 cell where every second the walls threatened to crush me to dust.

I didn’t want this bloody dictated tragedy but my very own sugary fairytale with characters I got to keep.

Damn these lines! Go Away! Why can’t you just fade into oblivion?

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“I’m sorry if I hurt you unknowingly but sometimes we have to do some things like this.”

Breathe. Smile.

Jin Zakhmon Ko Waqt Bhar Chala Hai
Tum Kyon Unhe Chhedhe Ja Rahe Ho

Sorry! How can I heal if you won’t let me?
Sorry but please Stop playing doctor. Sorry but you’ve already screwed up "prevention"; I can’t trust you with "cure".

(Verses from Tum Itna Jo Muskura Rahe Ho, Arth- Jagjit Singh)

2006-08-17T00:13:00.000+04:00

Saason se meri na khel yun piya

Inhe rukne ka bahana mil jaye ga

Dil ko mere na todh istarha

Yeh maut ka deewana ban jaye ga

ForGoTteN WoRldS

2006-08-13T15:07:00.000+04:00

Llama.
Maybe the monkey.
I'd personally get all of them but I already live in a zoo...more animals to deal with would drive me insane... not that I'm not already.
Little Peekaboo reminded me of an ancient world I'd abandoned years ago:

The Tamagotchi

These babies took the world by storm. I remember friends hiding them in school bags to hairbuns just to save them from the claws of the dreaded teachers. From what I hear now, thanks to an all-knowing-babysitting friend and her tamagotchi-obsessed little cousin, is that there are versions now. The complexities of life have not spared our virtual friend and have been injected into the little plastic packaging, carefully disguised behind the Bling Bling.
Kissi ne sahi hi kaha hai:

Our childhood is what we spend the rest of our lives overcoming.

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I stumbled over a little something in my mind that would interest a certain threesome out there. I can't believe it still exists. Thought, while I was at it, I'd make a little session of public embarrassment out of it too. You girls can thank me later. I'll even accept dainty flowers and elaborate gifts. Till then enjoy the memories.

WhaT I WiSh I'd KnOwN SooNeR

2006-08-11T23:49:00.000+04:00

[Note: DO NOT try to experiment at home. These discoveries were made by professional amateurs in the weirdest of conditions and are Actually true. Contact us for further details.]

Follow the instructions on the back of a detergent box and wash whites separately. Ivory white sweaters turned a salmon pink are not the “in-thing” to wear and your friend will not be convinced by this explanation when you return it.
The easiest way to decorate a plain wood table is to iron a patterned bed-sheet on top of it.
Lawn ke kapre are not the smartest choice of clothing when having a water-fight.
Trying to see who can finish drinking a can of coke in one gulp is not fun for those who end up having to give all their AP’s on the last day of school Ever because of a severe throat infection.
Never drive with a person holding two glasses of slush, especially when you don’t really know how to.
8am classes are a bad idea! You’ll either sleep through them (in and out of class) or end up going for heavy breakfasts and sleep through the rest of your classes.
Offering to do your brother’s “transfer” work will only result in debts, sleepless nights, leg aches and piles of paper on your desk.
Cereal is a vital staple food for all college students. Who cares how ridiculous you look eating it at 7.30pm?
Oil does not bubble when it gets hot!
The world is your stage and you can dance anywhere you please but Trust me, you will look Really stupid doing a coordinated dance in the middle of a public park and, YES, people will stare!
If mathematically you end up with the incorrect answer, try multiplying by the page number. (Despite being a math freak, if it works…why not!)

A VicTiM of 'FriEndLy' FirE

2006-08-08T15:10:00.000+04:00

Playing in my head: Leaving on a Jet Plane- Chantal Kreviazuk
The look: Fake pasted smile; smoky eyes trying to fight back tears
Wanting to: Scream yet let the moment pass in silence; wave goodbye yet hide her within the folds of my heart
Watching: My life being uprooted as the plane takes off and disappears into the horizon
Left with: The anticipation of seeing history repeat itself in the near future

She pointed the gun at her temple and pulled the trigger. A fierce heat exploded from where the bullet had lodged itself and the pain shot through her veins uncontrollably. She fell to the ground. Her hurt poured out onto the cold marble in shades of red and black, and then finally, white. The first bullet had left her gasping for air. The second one would definitely kill her. She had no control as her hand and with it the barrel of the gun made its inevitable journey towards her heart.

GifTeD aT GiFtiNg GiftS

2006-08-07T00:11:00.000+04:00

I’ve always been an ardent fan of receiving gifts. Especially ones that were well thought of and, of course, those that I liked. On the other hand, giving gifts is not an alley I like walking down. I love thinking of the perfect one, spending hours shopping for the right accessories and then fretting over how to make and wrap it right down to the exact angle of the crease in the bow. But then to physically give it to its rightful owner is an impossible task. It’s the reaction I’m scared of.

Not the gift get-ter’s…but mine!

Each time I try to visualize the situation, I figure out the exact location, the exact time and even where each finger will be on the bag or box at the precise moment it’s opened. Then I look up into the expectant face and I run into a blank. What will that expression be and what should I do with it? There are so many awkward choices:

If it’s tears do you undermine your own effort and say “O Really! It’s nothing to cry over…it’s not that great. It’s the first thing that I saw so I bought it.” (shrugging shoulders only to find that you’ve ruined the moment by saying that and the person’s thinking damn! Why did I give her so much credit. So much for the effort!)

If it’s a “what-the-hell-is-this-I-hate-it” forced smile do you say “Ya it’s terrible isn’t it! I don’t even know why I bought it. Just throw it in the bin really…or give it away…whatever.” (shrugging shoulders but inside you want the person to vaporize into steam or even better spontaneously self-combust. You could use a little fireworks to cheer you up.)

And if it’s a semi-“you didn’t have to but thanks anyway coz I like it” look do you say “Hey sure. I thought of you when I saw it so I grabbed it.” (shrugging shoulders and sending telepathic messages: hint, hint, HINT! I could use a few of those just-for-the-heck of it gifts too.)

*Sigh*

I guess the best thing will always be to shove it into their hands and either push them out of the room/house/restaurant or make a made dash at 120kph in the other direction. Either way they can deal with their emotions and you can leave feeling…well…gifted!

ThiS feElinG iNsidE

2006-08-06T02:07:00.002+04:00

Gham Hai Ya Khushi - Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan

Gham hai ya khushi hai tu

Meri zindagi hai tu

Khofaton ke daur main

Aafaton ke daur main

Chein ki ghari hai tu

Meri zindagi hai tu

Meri raat ka charagh

Meri neend bhi hai tu

Meri zindagi hai tu

Main khizaan ki sham hoon

Rutt bahaar ki hai tu

Meri zindagi hai tu

Doston ke darmiaan

Wajh-e- dosti hai tu

Meri zindagi hai tu

Meri sari umr main

Aik hi kami hai tu

Meri zindagi hai tu

Main toh woh nahin raha

Haan magar wohi hai tu

Meri zindagi hai tu

Nasir iss dayaar main

Kitna ajnabi hai tu

Meri zindagi hai tu

Gham hai ya khushi hai tu

Meri zindagi hai tu

This is dedicated to your beloved (in some cases even Beloved.) There are a gazillion bazillion songs, lyrics,poems,articles,posts, etc. that express that mushy feeling inside but none of them are even Close to the Real thing. Sure they come close to "even close" but not close enough. For me that feeling is just a feeling. It can't be described, explained or narrated...it's just felt. Between the b(B)eloved and the "beloved-ee". It's this sentiment that all of us eventually succumb to; whether in this life or another.

The BeGinNiNg

2006-07-26T23:47:00.000+04:00

So here it is...my very first post. Let's see how long this fascination with words lasts.

I decided I should start it off with the piece that ignited my creative spark. The piece that shoved me into the writing world and then straight into the realm of blogs. So here's to a new beginning!

*clinking of champagne glasses minus the bubbly*

It’s surprising how emotions can subsume you completely. At times, lifting your spirits till you feel the birds flying at your heels and summoning you to migrate with them to the south, and at other times, pulling you into its darkest most profound depths to places that hold you hostage. To places that wont let you escape and keep pulling you further within.

The stench of anger is strongest here and the feel of fear powerful enough to consume you. Scalding winds of hate blow with no relief in sight, piercing every inch of the body with tiny bullets of envy.

A sense of void.

The more time you spend here the more you feel like ripping and shedding your devious snake-like skin off. A constant struggle dominates to rid your venom-filled heart of all the poison that devours you and will one day demolish the very foundation of the building your life depends on. Ropes of anguish wrap themselves around trespassing feet like intertwined strings of seaweed and pull the rancid carcasses to the very bottom of the endless abyss.

Revenge is sweet but the taste of blood stings every miniscule taste bud in your mouth until your tongue pleads for release from the torture.

Sweet torture.

As the tears of acid roll down mold encrusted faces from swollen eyes, the shadows of death watch with satisfaction and do their dance of desire. Their formless figures emanate the heat of frustration as mindless souls surrender to the insatiable hunger for pain.

All is in turmoil. All hope is lost and the chances of recovery are bleak.

A slight sparkle catches the attention of the creature of the sinister underworld. It glimmers slightly at first and then, without any warning, a beam of purity shoots through the obscurity. The chains of intensity start melting in a second as hope and content filter back into the atmosphere through the cavity in the sky, transforming everything they touch on their path. The streetlights on the road to recovery flicker back to life separating reality from simulation. The spellbound victims of despair are gifted with another chance: A chance to right the wrong. Just like in fairy tales, the day has been saved again by the heroes and normality salvages the remnants of its throne, aspiring to return it to the zenith of its glory.

The right to breathe has been reinstated.

A little heavy? maybe...hey it was my first piece! :D