Tagged!!! Again just like Pricky who tagged me, I haven't a clue what this is for but then this is like one of those orkut games which you indulge in for fun!!! We will see where this ends...
(humming)*What goes around comes around*
Rules are:
* 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.
1. I have a prick for a roommate and I can vouch for Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus.
2. I loved Aby baby from Tera Jadoo chal gaya! (in green shervani et al.)
3. I used to love on screen heros before now I fall for real life side kicks.
4. I am finding it hard to write random things about myself.
5. I think a great voice box is a gift from God is better than the art learnt to move your body to the rhythm.
6. I burnt Maggi noodles when I was in Bangalore and now I experiment with complex recipes.
7. I believe in Magic, what goes around comes around, destiny and faith.
8. I talk a lot of bull shit and Saif Ali Khan was the FIRST guy who came in my dreams.
the next 8 to get tagged would be: *evil grin*
Crumbs
Fancy Pants
Tij
¬P¬
Ujju
Sravan
ok I cant think of anybody else!!! :) The perils of having the same set of friends!!! sigghh... :)
have fun!!!
Love Seasons
28 May, 2007
In the snare of adversity
comes the true color of romance
forging a signature of fidelity
singing an eternal duet to dance
Seasons may storm away
peach and maple lock hands
autumn and summer are here today
fallen are the monuments to the sands
Birth to the foot of the rock
love is an ancient temple
branches and blossoms the building block
pappery passions scribbled to a rumple
Every beginning has an end
and end a beginning
what is not yours, you cannot lend
the simplest answer is in the living
comes the true color of romance
forging a signature of fidelity
singing an eternal duet to dance
Seasons may storm away
peach and maple lock hands
autumn and summer are here today
fallen are the monuments to the sands
Birth to the foot of the rock
love is an ancient temple
branches and blossoms the building block
pappery passions scribbled to a rumple
Every beginning has an end
and end a beginning
what is not yours, you cannot lend
the simplest answer is in the living
Barren Life
under constant vigilance
approval from higher ground
every flower looks up towards the skies
an answer searched in vain
the downpour of drops
drooling smoothly on the surface
scarred in the darkness that envelopes
stringing very essence of pleasure
harmless yet hurting for either
repetition yet once ultimatum passed
a dream that brought me to reality
reality still in a dream
a sliver of what could have been
splintered into a million not
sense found by the beholder
for I could not explain
rhyme or reason
for being, for questioning
frozen, etched, or erased
Once again I look above
heavens intervene, I beg
white blank space fills me within
flock of sheep bleating
wondering whether tis a sign
tears welling up thy ashened face
barren savage rain take cover.
intro
23 May, 2007
on special request from the prick I introduce my friends in the pic.
From the left: Susha, Rahul(my Fanzi!), Myself, Priya, Tij (sexy eyes), Lakshman, Pavitra and Shashank!!! :) and it is Backwards if u start from the right (yes thats me trying to be funnyy!!! ha ha ha!)
From the left: Susha, Rahul(my Fanzi!), Myself, Priya, Tij (sexy eyes), Lakshman, Pavitra and Shashank!!! :) and it is Backwards if u start from the right (yes thats me trying to be funnyy!!! ha ha ha!)
This isnt Goodbye
I detest good byes. And this past year I have been bidding farewell to the old life I had. I can not proclaim to say that I don’t mind the change cause I haven’t changed much. From school to another, I wanted to and so did the career path change. London came as a surprise and a quick one at that. I did not have time to realise the gravity of the situation, where I will be physically not present in my friend’s lives as they jump in to jobs after college and that’s a whole other ball game. Never once did I care to think how I was going to keep in touch. I did not know about the internet in the halls, degree of accessibility of the library etc. In theory I did. But I wasn’t clear till I came here. I knew that I could keep in touch with my friends and them with me as they worked with the internet and so did I. What I did not foresee was that I was becoming unsociable to the people in my new university.
Now when I think back, I have realised how much effect proximity of living can cause. One floor up and one down, a block away, the parallel street and the closeness grow. Prude left today in the morning, back to India. I am going to miss her like crazy. I wanted to get up and go with her to the airport. I knew I would burst out crying. Or this is what I told myself because I was sleepy. Either ways as my friend said, you crying is our thing. And I know how it feels to use the “our thing” with other people, another person, as special as they are to you, respect for the other refrained me. Or this is what I told myself because I did not seem to feel any loss.
Am I stone hearted? I just do not consider distance as a tool for separation. I just can not accept it. I am probably naïve. I probably have taken everything I left behind for granted. Everything that has left me, for granted. Will they come back to me one day? What guarantee do I have of that? Will I be able to go back to them? Acceptance is not a question, will the step be taken that is.
Dedicated to Prude who became one of my best friends given the limited time. We did find lots of things in common, but I wish we would have the time and space to grow together more.
and Also to Suzie, who became my friend n whom I thought would be the last person I would get to meet this soon considering the fact that she lives in Bahrain and it would mean to spend a lot to make a trip to India at any point of time. and to Vidi, this isnt goodbye, even as I watch you leave, this isnt goodbye...
Precious is the time we have
Precious is the time we are alive
cherish and love are cliched
but never proved wrong!
Now when I think back, I have realised how much effect proximity of living can cause. One floor up and one down, a block away, the parallel street and the closeness grow. Prude left today in the morning, back to India. I am going to miss her like crazy. I wanted to get up and go with her to the airport. I knew I would burst out crying. Or this is what I told myself because I was sleepy. Either ways as my friend said, you crying is our thing. And I know how it feels to use the “our thing” with other people, another person, as special as they are to you, respect for the other refrained me. Or this is what I told myself because I did not seem to feel any loss.
Am I stone hearted? I just do not consider distance as a tool for separation. I just can not accept it. I am probably naïve. I probably have taken everything I left behind for granted. Everything that has left me, for granted. Will they come back to me one day? What guarantee do I have of that? Will I be able to go back to them? Acceptance is not a question, will the step be taken that is.
Dedicated to Prude who became one of my best friends given the limited time. We did find lots of things in common, but I wish we would have the time and space to grow together more.
and Also to Suzie, who became my friend n whom I thought would be the last person I would get to meet this soon considering the fact that she lives in Bahrain and it would mean to spend a lot to make a trip to India at any point of time. and to Vidi, this isnt goodbye, even as I watch you leave, this isnt goodbye...
Precious is the time we have
Precious is the time we are alive
cherish and love are cliched
but never proved wrong!
Pin Prick
15 May, 2007
Concrete and cement
Stones of blocks
a rigid feature
unchanged through the sands of time
Opacity increasing, an art learnt
from the minute a bait hooked
till the baggage full
life incomplete without destruction
Stashed in the darkness of closet
lingering with lingerie
shaming the sanctity of truth
violating I
the vision does not separate
nor fades the touch
Yet, what life?
hidden, hidden forever
imprisoned in a hell hole
grave dug by thy own
for long kept unknown
to humanity's senses
know not to delve this deep
for the prick was a chateau of novelty
but this shall pass like a storm
pieces on the way out
more determined than before.
Stones of blocks
a rigid feature
unchanged through the sands of time
Opacity increasing, an art learnt
from the minute a bait hooked
till the baggage full
life incomplete without destruction
Stashed in the darkness of closet
lingering with lingerie
shaming the sanctity of truth
violating I
the vision does not separate
nor fades the touch
Yet, what life?
hidden, hidden forever
imprisoned in a hell hole
grave dug by thy own
for long kept unknown
to humanity's senses
know not to delve this deep
for the prick was a chateau of novelty
but this shall pass like a storm
pieces on the way out
more determined than before.
13 May, 2007
Have you ever felt extremely hopeless about a situation in your life that you cannot move ahead and you definitely do not feel like getting stagnated in that spot???
Well, I am there at the moment. Not a great place at all.
This whole leaving things to time is getting to me. I know that it is the right thing to do but then I am so impatient.
Its like when it rains. I want it to just stop and I want to be able to get out of my house, room when I want to, without bothering that I will get drenched.
In search of freedom,
cannibal webs surround
silky strands of noose,
groping around the voice of music
Far from the depths of earth
grounded at the surface
surpassing all qualms of shame and guilt
Heavens laugh,
hell smirks its beckoning seduction
earthly raindrops felt on the face of innocence
no more alive, no more death
all for act of loosened bond chains
key to the portal disappeared, faint.
Well, I am there at the moment. Not a great place at all.
This whole leaving things to time is getting to me. I know that it is the right thing to do but then I am so impatient.
Its like when it rains. I want it to just stop and I want to be able to get out of my house, room when I want to, without bothering that I will get drenched.
In search of freedom,
cannibal webs surround
silky strands of noose,
groping around the voice of music
Far from the depths of earth
grounded at the surface
surpassing all qualms of shame and guilt
Heavens laugh,
hell smirks its beckoning seduction
earthly raindrops felt on the face of innocence
no more alive, no more death
all for act of loosened bond chains
key to the portal disappeared, faint.
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