Bhaskar chaterjee's joining my followers list is a motivation enough for me to lend an expression to my slothful existence that has been impending for quite some time.
This one’s for you buddy…on the rocks!!
(Please don’t curse me if it does not get along like dedications usually do…but dude, you are the motivation behind)
With my roommate on a stint to rediscover ‘home’, the room seems to be a barren island with no signs of life even way beyond the horizon.
The WELL-draped windows…, door that is well shut…, and my laptop playing legends like “Gulabi aankhen jo teri dekhin” …TOUCHWOOD!
Love, booze or both would make any ones day in such setting…and I am no exception (though I am sans both-love and booze)…but believe me, it feels super-awesome.
Cutting the crap, this post was meant to be an insightful story of ISM2IIT Mumbai visit, but I am sure that such, AWESOME AS FUCK, experience would altogether spoil the mood…it’s imminent, but for now, let’s leave it for better.
I would rather love to publish a psycho-analysis of a mind cherishing FREEDOM of all forms.
The ‘sticky notes’ (that always does exist on my desktop) would sure supplement the analysis and so I would like to reproduce (no pun intended):
1-my unrivaled love of all times...neha sharma (bahut din hue...ab ek aur muvi b kar do na...pls)
2-some people should get a phd for finding exactly the right message for every situation..fuck them
3-i dont want to compromise again...at least 1nc my desire must nt b substituted..
4-if grls to fall in luv...thn y its generaly d boy who proposes...r v so desperate??
5-i seriously m planing a trip to nepal...at least i wud b cald foreign returnd thn...
6- People usually forget to care about those who are always around.
7- Sometimes I feel as if my daddy pays me for doing nothing all day, but just FBing and staying away from them…only to realize that it’s time to take a sabbatical form this jobless employment.
These seven samples have been recorded in one periodic cycle of a freaking, fickle, diminishing brain.
An elucidation may plot delight, exasperation, vulnerability (or nakedness), fascination, aspirations, sorrow and shame.
I would rather love to leave it right hear skipping my postulates and for you to decipher for yourself.
So, this is me signing off to founder into the bliss of being alone.
P.S. - Tanya is super cute (but just not as much as you are…)
P.S. - I would better let go the bracketed text (ANKAHEE) here…my DIBS at least here!
P.S. - gulabi aankhen jo teri dekhin...la la la la...laaaa..laa
P.S. - Hey, stalker...if u happen to set ur foot here, please dont sue me for copying the title from your blog...BDW u write awesome!
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
not a song of love…it’s a saga rather.
I gave up writing right here a months ago.
Don’t know what the heck brings me back. Please bear with me.
And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
It was when one of my scallywags intended to search his profile on my fb and though he typed his initial, fb offered to show you up first that he got to know I am not over you.
Did I retort?
No.
Why?
Because I fall in love with you every time I see you.
I can give up cajoling you…following you…pissing you, if I put it blunt and I have done it already. But, I can’t retract the unfettered rush of adrenaline that creates ecstasy even in the bleakest tick of the day when I see you.
Love…they call it divine just because you don’t intend to love somebody. You just love.
It may be one sided but I don’t repent. I love loving you. Of course everybody has choices and I am okay with not being your choice. But this can only make my love dumb. To my glee you know about it.
There are pros as well…one being no restriction on ’bird watching’ (though I don’t enjoy it anymore) that is unpalatable on part of men in relationships (serious ones) ;-)
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
And I don't want to go home right now
But, some laws are better off when not breached and so the departure is close and it intimidates me often just like the big fat pumpkin did when I was young. I smile to myself when I think of that fateful day when I thought that that doomsday, back in 2007, was for something good. “Eternity of happiness” as I christened it. But I never knew that my “eternity of happiness” had come with an expiry date.
Hapless I am.
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
P.S. – earlier it was “tera hone laga hun” and now it is “taakte rehte tujko” that plays as the background music.
P.S. – only studies make the world go round…make me proud.
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