tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68853802588712796812024-03-13T22:18:46.766+05:30lifelex{ }the things that came alongBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890302681821163955noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885380258871279681.post-25897240972029795292017-03-02T02:43:00.000+05:302017-03-02T02:43:51.825+05:30Conversations Of Time And Bird: Part 3<div style="text-align: left;">
Suddenly you notice that dark side, the boundaries smudged into reality, more black than the darkest. Even the flashlights emitting black, like thick paint flowing in streams, reminiscent of headless pythons still bleeding through. Maybe you are just realizing the obvious presence that had been there since you saw blood. It's so invitingly black that you're almost already inside. Or maybe you always were.</div>
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Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890302681821163955noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885380258871279681.post-67879654298106702142015-09-09T01:51:00.000+05:302015-09-09T01:51:37.327+05:30Conversations Of Time And Bird: Part 2Nature, do you think it exists?<br />
What we think as nature is earth? What is not us?<br />
Like the disasters.<br />
But we are nature. We are the chaos.<br />
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But we create beautiful things. Like numbers.<br />
And we use them for higher abstractions. <br />
We build nature.<br />
We change. We make change.<br />
This is like the "way" things flow.<br />
Like an equation, that is too far from our reach.<br />
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You see a girl, a hot one. She is hot because of years of natural selection. Purely random changes that creates a pattern.<br />
The one which survives.<br />
And one who gets the one from the other side.<br />
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We make art.<br />
We define unique.<br />
All this, out of this chaos. <br />
Very, much like a picture painting itself.<br />
Like a memetic conscience, that just got created out of nothingness.<br />
Just pure <u>beauty</u>.Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890302681821163955noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885380258871279681.post-88799814969038607532014-05-22T16:57:00.000+05:302014-05-22T17:14:16.614+05:30The Infinity Field<div style="text-align: justify;">
I had a name. Now it keeps slipping into darkness. Someone pulling one end of the infinite string, slowly dragging everything into the black sand, succumbing, silently. The feeling of emptiness, when all the million noises that never stopped <span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;">— </span>decided to. The feeling that nothing was ever real. A suit, shading everything, a suit that you controlled, a skin that you comfortably wear and take off, faking, not even trying to understand, listening to the distance, and not feeling what you ought to. The feeling of being alien on the inside. This can't be.</div>
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The things I believed, the emotions I trusted, the silence I loved were no longer the same, no longer mine. I found a door that opened to a bright white field, tall grass filling it till the horizons, smoke that floats up in the sky instead of the clouds. I found all this inside the darkness of these walls creeping all over, making boundaries, they tried to at least. Emerging out of a cocoon, breathing for the first time, like in the first rain. I felt what it is like to fly, without wings, without being told how to, without being any different. I tried to look at my hands and see the wrinkles, I tried to move my feet and feel the warmth of the dying sand. But I was not in the suit anymore, I was me. I found freedom, the very last inch of it. I met a man, I couldn't see his face because there was no light. </div>
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I had lost track of time. I wandered around the place for days, without water or food, without anyone to bother me. This was the first living thing I saw back here. I listened to his stories the whole night. I didn't feel tired, I never felt like sleeping, you never need to sleep back here, or eat. I remembered what it was like to feel. The smell of the morning dew, the grass swaying with the wind, touching my skin. I kept listening to his voice for nights, like a lullaby, soothing, caring. I remembered. I saw my first sunrise that day <span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;">—</span> the green borders of the changing red. I wanted to sleep beside him. I could see his face while I closed my eyes... It was me.</div>
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Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890302681821163955noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885380258871279681.post-91019840352973553762013-10-27T15:06:00.000+05:302013-10-27T15:08:07.995+05:30Apocalypse<div style="text-align: justify;">
There are quite a few number of way to be the roulette ball that chooses what happens next in the alarming number of sequences intertwined into random utterings of subtle insults from someone living inside one's head. This is like telling me to forget what I already won't. At least for this lifetime.<br />
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All started with green, like most days. No one reads the warnings. I don't think there was one either. This however was meant to be. Like someday we would have gone there. There seems no legitimate reason, but exactly that might be the reason, a paradox written for me, flowing down with the hourglass' fine sand - the finest of all this earth.</div>
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I can still argue forever the reasons, build make-belief castles and snow cones and apple pies and hot sunny beaches to forget and be happy. But there is that safe-lock of memories from Inception, where that guy hides his darkness. No matter how hard you try, you come out different, like there is something less every time. You start trusting your ground, the one beneath the water because you felt it to be true, solid. It's not her fault, not really. There was this Moon's diurnal when I think about it. The one everyone usually forgets.<br />
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Following were some constant flashes of foam on top of saline and sand, people screaming which was like some Korean movie playing on mute. Yet, there was no tunnel and the whole light and then write a book kind of situation. What really happened was that everyday stuff and people saved another season, and I was just about in the middle. In the end, you feel purer, calmer, better, useful, mature, born. It is like cancelling the apocalypse, and then climbing to the head and shooting right between her eyes with the old sawed-off shotgun. This team did. </div>
Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890302681821163955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885380258871279681.post-62411251341078482472013-10-14T23:43:00.000+05:302013-10-14T23:47:31.153+05:30The Watchmen<div class="im" style="background-color: white; color: #500050; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
Hypothetical world has only one kind of job. To watch others. They change shifts, they switch places. One being watched becomes the one who is watching. They make records, logs. Then there are others, like a few hundred thousand billions, who support this enterprise. The ones who cook, the ones who manage and the ones who check. Then there are people. Like us. We are hidden. Living in darkness, under their cloud.<br />
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Forgotten, like we never even existed. Shutdown in this slum underneath. A world lit by the corporations that formed during the renaissance. They stand on our heads when people die. They die because of hunger and helplessness. They do not speak now. They do not cry either. They know their probable future and watch other eat the dead. Survival.<br />
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I see all this through this small hole I dug. I made it out of that place now! I can watch. I can watch everything. I can now.</div>
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Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890302681821163955noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885380258871279681.post-54720832702556083222013-08-11T23:01:00.003+05:302013-08-11T23:06:56.029+05:30Conversations Of Time And Bird: Part 1<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Then you came down one day. The very next day. There was no more of the noises I could hear. Or the smells. I grew roots and branches. I grew plumage. But only mine was for food. I was being eaten. I was being sat on. But you didn't see me. I was just a tree.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Spirals of white smoke and charred remains that makes you go places, to be there and to be never. You exist because of them, they are your life. You remove one by one, like you remove the bricks from your face, till that fades into thin air. You understand what it is to be wrong, when you thought it couldn't get any better. An explosia, a drum roll and voila. A dragon with no fire and a khaki-trousered-crazy. Where faint was a lifestyle, where you speak through veils and forget about the rest. And you thought this couldn't get any better? Right.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">But this was strange enough, happening too fast that you don't even get time to take everything in. Constant, where there was no sense of mind. Or maybe this was what you were supposed to be. You find simple things to be the most fun. You find happiness and that alone. You forget that this world isn't real. You live inside that happiness, this small world, the simple one. Would you make this permanent?</span>Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890302681821163955noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885380258871279681.post-57254273326982145012012-11-06T19:48:00.003+05:302012-12-27T16:50:52.004+05:30Of Interweaved Parallel Realities and Coffee <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Suddenly she was shouting in the class for something quite funny. I wasn't listening to her either. She was furious. Then it occurred to me. What if there was a parallel reality linked with everyone of us and these just met randomly when we interacted? What if everyone sees the same time-space continuum-world-paradox-inception-thing differently? It's not like you can get into their heads and see what they are seeing. I always wanted to do that, to get inside someone else's head and see the world as they see it, to see if they are perceiving it the same way I do. </div>
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Anyway, I was sunk low, dragged into this narrow vortex of white space, where people walked in a 3-dimensional bubble. She was still shouting at us, her reality affecting each of us, making new parallel realities, where this existed and did not. Like the group of girls that joined later, combining their realities, adding-subtracting from our parallels, from even my parallel understanding. </div>
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Then I thought what if I didn't make that choice? What if I never did let him commit? What if she never shouted at everyone? There were so many parallel universes. And even the little choices people around us changed our reality, constantly, and transforming into newer combinations, never-ending combos, but all our realities linked - interweaved, like we didn't have a choice, like we were meager puppets. </div>
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Then I thought I would let go. Let others take control of my reality. I walked with them. I didn't speak. I let them take control, chocking it. Then someone got me a coffee, but I paid for it. Coffee anyone?</div>
Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890302681821163955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885380258871279681.post-133058601373077772012-08-27T11:48:00.002+05:302012-12-27T17:02:03.050+05:30And to Runaway<div style="text-align: justify;">
Since his beginning, man was that curious son who wandered around that
great wilderness into the path of making. That guy, who lives inside
almost everyone, forgotten and buried.<br />
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I sometimes feel like running away, without a reason, without telling
anyone. Like the guy from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christopher_McCandless" target="_blank">Into the Wild</a>, without anything to hold me
back, without this never-passing dark cloud of burden, the chores and
the monotone. Maybe not into the wild or to live in the mountains, but
to be freed from all this fake emotions and noise, maybe never to
return. To do whatever that I feel like, to not to answer to anyone,
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To take that
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world in silence, without being noticed and called by my name. Runaway
from this music, run faster from the existence. To hide among the crowd,
to be that nomad. Being the camouflage, the homeless.<br />
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But how hard I try or decide, something holds me down. Something
primitive - a fear inside. Fear that was the very definition of this
life, that makes me do things. But running past everything? I
don't know why, just being in the dark.</div>
Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890302681821163955noreply@blogger.com1Kalapet Jail Wall Road, Puducherry, Pondicherry, India12.0294949 79.8492237-3.4090816000000004 59.6343797 27.4680714 100.0640677tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885380258871279681.post-62563569532269866442012-07-04T22:16:00.001+05:302012-07-04T22:23:57.784+05:30Two Full Moons<div style="text-align: justify;">
This place have been always so special. Watching what man had created till the end of what your eyes can see. The lights and the sun, hundreds of red lights blinking in the sky, the smoke and the trees.
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It was a full moon the last time I was here. I was with her. We saw a wishing star that day. I wished I never met her. This place showed me how little and peaceful everything really was. They didn't give me much time to live, not even to smile.
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Its a full moon today. I could see the darkness and the roads. Endless trail of red lights, the lone chopper flying over the highest buildings, the little campfires over the beach, the drop of the mountain sky. I saw everyone's life in mute. No screams, no horns, no more pain. Just me and this cold wind. I jumped down the cliff, into the clouds so serene. The embrace.</div>Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890302681821163955noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885380258871279681.post-63964184658108903592012-03-01T01:36:00.000+05:302012-12-27T17:03:20.589+05:30Almost Got Bit<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<i>This is very well an untrue story. Every character in this story is an imaginative experiment. This is a story.</i></blockquote>
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Second year of college. This time when you suddenly feel the power to question and take up things that might end up screwing you in the wrong hole. Anyway, we used to live in a house we rented out near the college. Everyone was very much active in politics and stuff like that. One fine day, there was a party meeting, the one where the party dignitaries come and talk everyone into how awesome they do stuff and all. This meeting started off with a big procession and shouting slogans against the rival parties; party to be exact. The whole thing was a pointless blabber after that, the great comrades telling the greatness they are and how they won everyone independence. There was a talk about how the rivals are looking to attack everyone of this party, this was crazy as there was a warning even to be vigilant and precious. </div>
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The night followed. Some of the inmates chose to sleep; two to be exact. The rest of us decided to pay some seniors a visit to see how they are doing and of course there was caroms. After some finger-muscle twisting and flying Boric acid, we were returning. Instead of taking the longer main road, we walked along the shortcut. There were some houses behind the place we lived; three to be exact and the rest was a big ground and a community pond. The was a three way junction, were one way leads to the ground and the other way to the place where we live, beyond the three houses. </div>
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Half way around, we started seeing people walking towards us. They stopped near the turn, maybe because there were many of us; six to be exact. They were wearing black, possibly covered in some black paint or something, also wearing masks <i>(no kidding, real masks, like old burglar masks)</i>. As we walked past them, they had axes, hammers and sticks in their hands. There was an awkward bit of silence. Everyone ran (read walked) past them quickly into the house. The last person, luckily a strong guy, strongest to be exact, saw one of those guys running towards the us and the door. He slammed the door and pushed it really hard. The door wasn't properly shut as his slippers got under it and the guy had his fingers between the door. What followed after that was a big <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xKJp_5lKiXI&feature=related" target="_blank">300</a> like shout <i>(I honestly don't know why we shouted instead of screaming)</i>. Everyone was running haywire, locking the back door, windows and trying to wake up the sleeping duo. The one of them sleeping never believed anything I said, and just thought we were shouting for fun. </div>
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We overpowered the others pushing the door, the guy whose hand got stuck must have suffered gravely. Finally we managed to close the door after some serious pushing. They removed the bulbs from outside, we couldn't see anything through the windows. Suddenly there was glass shattering sound from everywhere. Then one guy broke the main window, pointing the <i>sword</i> like thing or a <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fthFbBC3hsE/TYtvjePvqKI/AAAAAAAAB_s/lCsZ5GWGGwo/s1600/Vadivel.bmp" target="_blank"><i>vadivaal</i></a> inside. They could possible see everyone, we could see only the hand and the sword. It was rusty till the base and looked unused, like forever. That guy only spoke even, warned us and told that this was the last <i>(of course after half a minute of endless swearing)</i>, and if either of us were involved in politics, they would end us. They were even specific about the names, two of us to be exact. They broke some more glass panes and ran away. The first thing we did was call the police. </div>
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The next two hours went so fast, people came in, ran around; hearing the noise, there was even our land lord and his group of drinking buddies. They came so fast, like the switching scenes of a movie. The police came and took some pointless reports. We had a hard time making other folks in hostels believe that we were attacked by some lunatics as everyone we phoned thought we were playing some prank. Some finally even came over and stayed for the night. There was glass all around the place and everyone slept in the hallway. </div>
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Then, one of us was missing! No one remembered about him until then. He usually baths around midnight, the same time when this happened. "We are in deeper shit!!", we all thought, then suddenly, he came out from under the bed. Seems that, he was "hiding". He was apparently sleeping and <i>(he says)</i> he thought that all of this was some earthquake and went under the bed when he started to hear the glass fall. Also, he knows karate and stuff. The next day followed an, even bigger slogan shouting, and there was police all over the place. We managed to get everyone a reason to go wild. The was a local <i>hartal</i> and college was suspended for the day. And for the police, came to get more of that FIR. We never heard from them again.</div>
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When I think back, we had a few hard to sleep nights after that. And also a few long night discussions, about who could have done it. There were lots of rumors that followed too. I still think, many people had hand in this. The fags who lived around the college have always been trying to bully us students. Whatever the truth maybe, it ended in us paying for all the damages. Such an incident never happened after that <i>(yet)</i>, there was routine police rounds around the college and surroundings after <i>(till today)</i>. And the ruling party got a better image, makes me think if it was and inside job even. Politics, I say. </div>
Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890302681821163955noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885380258871279681.post-91561929246324967202011-06-13T22:57:00.001+05:302011-06-13T23:00:42.799+05:30The Real Fight Club<div style="text-align: justify;">
That ardent urge to break your boss's nose, to get on that TV set with a baseball bat, to run very fast, to burn a building. Well, this happens in movies alright. But... in real world you end up being the one with the broken nose. You want to kill someone, but you can't. You want to beat you dog, because it didn't stop barking, but you can't. You want to take shit on your boss's wife, you want to stop faking smiles, you want to sleep in office, you want to sit still, you want to kick some guy on the train on his balls and ask him to shut up, but you can't. All this, anger, pain and frustration - builds up and your head explodes into tiny pieces, soaked in blood. But... it doesn't. Really.</div>
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Its the human way of finding closure. Being able to keep sane and be what he really is. Fake things and give it a smile. Be the real himself someone where else. Break a bone, kill a bug, or twist his ankle or something like that. The human ability to create alter egos, exist in them. To become monsters and wake up with a puppy face. Its his very own Fight Club. You really fight.</div>
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It could be his bathroom or maybe taking a long drive or diving into music or some metal or maybe ranting on twitter or crushing a hundred paper sheets or cutting down trees or air punching or pulling out hair or chocking himself with a polythene bag or eating, eating a lot or bungee jumping or skydiving or shouting at his dog or kicking a ball or screaming alone or sleeping or writing something or crying or being alone. Well, everyone finds their Fight Club one way or the other. Something that makes them feel better, something that makes them smile again, something that they could hold on to, like friends, random strangers on the internet or talking trees or your imaginary friend or maybe your pet squirrel. This is the real Fight Club. But they don't tell anyone, not even you.<br />
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<i>The first rule of Fight Club is, you do not talk about Fight Club. ~ Tyler Durden</i></div>Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890302681821163955noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885380258871279681.post-24291976309808807912011-05-17T17:16:00.002+05:302011-05-17T23:32:29.548+05:30Starship Bloopers<div style="text-align: justify;">
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meet at another friend's place, watch the movie, eat lunch and play some
football. He kinda had a pretty big family living there. They cooked
up some lunch and was waiting for us. So, we started the movie.
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More bugs, bombs, guns, grenades and killing. Dope!, we thought. We called in all his family, small kids, grand parents and cousins to enjoy the movie along with the lunch. There was a big crowd applauding to the bug killing <i>(Well, this movie is actually about killing some giant alien bugs for living)</i>. Awesome atmosphere!, we thought.</div>
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The next few events took less than a minute. Everyone finished off their lunch and started playing football. Strange thing, I never knew we could eat this fast. We heard that dark things happened to the guy in the house. His mom also called up two other friends home and complained which was followed by some others getting grounded and all that. Luckily, I escaped without a scratch. Some family movie time that was My advice, never watch a movie with family. Btw, I dunno what happened to that CD. Really what happened to that CD?</div>Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890302681821163955noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885380258871279681.post-90678949280851484112011-05-07T01:49:00.001+05:302011-05-07T01:53:50.948+05:30Moonlight Run<div style="text-align: justify;">
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I kept running, It was dark, I could vaguely see a thing. I had been there, but had a faint memory of the whole place. I kept running. Finally, there was the gate. Its pretty high and had dogs on the other side. I threw a stone into the compound, away from the gate and the dogs ran after that. I climbed up on the fence which followed up to the balcony of the house. Its pretty a hard jump, but I could make it.</div>
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Luck is a strange act of probability. You see, there were so many houses around that place was first but then, finding the right room in that big Manson. Luck, whatever you call it. She was on her bed. The window was open, with curtains blowing out of them. The thing about this window, it was wide and big. I could easily crawl in. So, I got in and before that, I dropped some biscuits for the dogs on the other side of the balcony, just in case.</div>
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I'm pretty good at this. I got it without a noise and tied her down to the bed using the nylon thread I had in my backpack. I took her alarm clock and set it to 4:00am. Took one of her shoes and threw it away. I pasted the big mid-finger poster I drew in her room and locked her room from the inside and thew the key away. Then, I managed a half mustache on her face. Moonlight was happening then. Anyway, she looked peacefully beautiful. I kissed a goodbye and jumped off.</div>Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890302681821163955noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885380258871279681.post-59658021680486256602011-03-27T00:56:00.002+05:302011-03-27T01:21:11.916+05:30The College, The Life and Whole Lot of Achaar.<div style="text-align: justify;">
Everything ends but nothing does actually. Its kind of a strange observation that people tend to miss something or someone even though they are connected via the phone or internet, like all the time I mean. So, for me, its an end to an era, of being happy, carefree and all that fun. </div>
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You see, there will be a time you actually think you don't belong here. But its more than that. You start to miss the silliest things, the lamest joke, your friends and this you. So, if you weren't here all the time, at least when I was here, this is for you.</div>
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The college part of this life is the same old sick joke, maybe. Boring lectures, assignments, crappy test, fights and all that running for internals. But the best things happen after that. Why this place was special was because of all there people over here. The hostel was the best thing happened. We lived outside the campus and 10 of us in a house. We were kicked out, reinstated, shifted and hell it was fun. Nights were the most adored stuff, fights and weird leg pulling. Life here was the shit and parties, God! Those late night preparations, long drives, late night eating at <a href="http://www.panoramio.com/photo/10448686">Ashtamudi</a>. This life was all about do what you feel like doing. If you were not here, you missed it. Really you did.</div>
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Lot of things happen in the middle. If I start cribbing all of them, this will never end. And suddenly there was <a href="http://www.facebook.com/AchaarBand">Achaar</a>. There are many theories how Achaar was formed, it was impulsive, it just happened, just like that. The best part of Achaar was, no one knew nothing. No one sang, played any instruments or had some special talent. But we were different. Like the crowed loved whatever we did. Hell, they did. I dunno actually why, but they really did. Achaar was us, the group of like 10, who joined forces to do whatever we felt like. We were awesome.</div>
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If you were not here, you missed the <a href="http://www.panoramio.com/map/#lt%3D8.964882%26ln%3D76.620020%26z%3D-1%26k%3D2%26a%3D1%26tab%3D1">forest</a>, its lions, the stream, the ponds and the reckless paths around. You missed the mangoes and all those strange fruits that grew inside. You missed the last night preparations. You missed all that food, those day scholars brought and we ate. You missed throwing paper balls at the lecturer and each other. You missed the sleeping in the class. You missed telling lies to get all the money to buy ice-creams. You missed the crappy food from the canteen. You really missed our awesomest tours, our hideouts and surprise visits to some random friends house just to eat. You missed going for marriages of some stranger. You really missed just watching everyone in class. You really missed the hostel life. You missed the goondas. You missed stupid cocktails. You missed a lot of things, small things that made this place special, if you weren't with us. This place was fun. This place had life. We were.</div>Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890302681821163955noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885380258871279681.post-83167148624548023582010-11-28T17:52:00.000+05:302010-11-28T17:52:49.233+05:30Wherein Lies Her Memories<div style="text-align: justify;">
Stories I've told of my friends comes right from them. You get them some booze and bribe, and voila! They get you these things, wonderful stories. But this doesn't belong there. Everything began when there was this <i>confess-your-love</i> round in the middle of the University Exam preparations.Usually for most of us here, studying is a mass effort.. Combined study exactly, as no one will have the textbooks or the notes. So it all works on photocopies, self-enlightenment and creative writing. </div>
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Well, this piece is about a man, dressed in the worst and finds no time to bath, 'cause he thinks a lot, really! For this story to happen, we need to jog back exactly 1.75 decades back, the days in the kindergarten, when everything seems to be green, sunny and chocolate. He met his little girl. She lived next door, went in the same school bus. Sat together, ate together. They became friends and more, they went and came back to and fro for six long years. He felt happy. They loved holding hands. But when you expect everything to be this perfect, entropy happens. This guys gets a kick in his head, and the next thing he knows is that she moved. The best of his days were over. The depression, the pain. Well, not exactly, when you are in 4th grade, everything goes away with some more chocolates, a milkshake and cartoons. Life!</div>
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So, when you think everything's over that easy, think again. This so called life, gave him a second chance, something to hold on to. After around 10 years from then, one fine day, she came back to his life. Well, at least the news. She asked about him to his Mom. This became significant in the calculation as this was repeated and she wanted to see him. But as usual, Mom forgot all about this and yeah, life! </div>
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He picked up his phone and it was her. She called to say hi and to invite him for her marriage. Some second chance. His mind was hard to explain, desperate efforts to see her. Nothing worked. So on the day of marriage, that didn't even work. He was late and everything was over. But life, oh yeah, after the twists and turns, he finally got to met her. Engulfed in silence and smiles, the meeting was short lived. Whatever happened was blemished into a deep darker parts of his cerebellum. Facial hair growth recorded an all time high and 4 was the total count of days that he 'forgot' to bath. Life moved on, somehow.</div>
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<i>Well, I don't know if this is a love story. But this, a requiem for her memories, the not so forgotten ones.</i></div>Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890302681821163955noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885380258871279681.post-12592098375863056622010-09-21T20:38:00.000+05:302010-09-21T20:38:32.338+05:30Random Insanities<div style="text-align: justify;">
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Do you believe, all these things in the world, everything happens with a purpose? Everything has a clear future, a strong past and is being led by some string? The clock ticks for a reason? The dog pees for a reason? MY dog pees for a reason :P :O ?? I tweet for a reason? The phone rings for a reason? Reason? Reason?</div>
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How can someone expect a reason for all this randomness. This world of epic entropy and nearly nothing but random things happening at random times. People fight for a reason, believing someone made these things and makes them do what they do for a reason. The same reason for there is no reason. </div>
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Random, nothing happens for a reason. Nothing, and I mean it. Think about these terms: chance, entropy, probability, predictability. There is no reason, there is just man's desperate effort to make order out of chaos, but the last man standing is entropy. People try to relate the past into future, making reason for the incidents, pointing the finger at patterns, there is no such thing, but just a probability distribution. If you really want to respect something or someone, respect time, the concept as strange and expense as it sounds, the master of all games. </div>
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Have you ever thought about yourself? This place we live in? All these people? All this mess and this sounds? What if, all these is just another dream? I always had that tough about this life, time travel, space vortex, Einstein, dreams, and I always wondered, what if we wake up from a dream when we die? A dream within a dream? An endless array of dreams? I had thought about this many times in my <i>ever-weird-insomniac-bedtimes</i>. </div>
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I ran , faster and faster, I tipped off a rock and fell down, I was running so fast that I couldn't see a thing. I bruised my forehead in the fall. I stood up, turned around, what am I missing here? I still have a heavy heart, what is happening to me? Chill of being alone, this place doesn't look familiar. This gravel road, with grass - seamless grass all around the path.I can't stop, I still have a long way to go. But, I miss so many things, I miss everything in my life, small things which made me happy. I'm not sad, but it doesn't feel right!</div>
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Well, they were right, I tried to change things but, the only thing changed was me. I miss my old friends, I miss innocence. I miss little takes in my life. I wish I could sleep all day, in my mom's lap. I wanna play with my dog. Sit along the playground with my friends and gaze at the trees and grass, dance to the wind. I miss those days when I used to pretend I was sick, and skip school, so that my mom and dad, would stay back home too. I miss school bus. I miss my bicycle. I miss old silly celebrations. I miss all of that, which so went away from my life, and what could I do? Stand here in this long damped road and watch... Gaze till this end of horizon. I wish I could cry, cry like a child, just cry loudly, for no reason. </div>
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Everything changed so fast, I... I just don't wanna grow this fast. I can't! I can't stop here, this place is so strange. This life, I am finding happiness again. Memories that keeps me happy. Smells, tastes and dreams that still makes me smile. This pain in my head grew. I pressed the wound, just a bit of blood, seems its okay, its gonna be fine.Umm... I could smell it, the rain it starts. Its raining hard. It made my converse wet. I turned and started running, again, while it rained.</div>Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890302681821163955noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885380258871279681.post-24575504361274695872010-06-23T02:45:00.001+05:302010-06-23T02:51:03.622+05:30And The Saga Continues<div style="text-align: justify;">
It's not lifeless its read Life Lex, Lex as in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lexical_analysis">Lexical Analysis.</a> Is that too tech? (Naaa, of course not) Well I felt like changing the name. Just felt like that, for no good reason. Or like it could be sound of <i>vuvuzela</i> + a cup of coffee and some crackers that made me do this. Well anyway, its like the story of the kid, who served old wine in new glass (not really), the main reason that I could actually point to this change is "O". Yeah, the thing after N, O, I missed "O" in my previous blog url, it was lyricsflife and not lyricsoflife as the later was taken by someone *sigh*. Anyway, this is gonna stay, for a while. And I'll try to blog soon :P</div>Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890302681821163955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885380258871279681.post-22926283427656566992010-06-11T19:47:00.002+05:302010-06-13T12:42:54.487+05:30If You Are Not Watching This<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If you are not watching the 19th edition of the largest sports phenomenon, yeah the FIFA World Cup 2010 - South Africa, you are probably stuck half way on the Mount Everest or maybe hanging down a bungee, that the rest of the crew left for South Africa or maybe you are dozed off by a tranquilizer, where the guy misjudged you to be a wild kangaroo or maybe you are running a never ending marathon or maybe you are so in deep trouble, where those guys don't give you a TV or a remote or maybe you are a victim of <i>the-never-ending-war-for-tv-remote-between-mom-sister-cousins-and-the-dog</i> kind of situation or maybe you are pregnant or maybe you are a die hard cricket fan, and you don't realize that the world is spinning around the sun or maybe you could be even dead or might be sleeping!<br />
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Wake up dude! It's happening the FIFA World Cup and its happening in, what is believed to the birth place of humankind, and this is seen as "returning home, to Africa". South Africa hosting its dream tournament which is its big break to attract the world and to take the next step in development, and the event is huge supporter of education. What are you waiting for? Kick your mother off the wicked TV soaps and go tune into this epic event!</div>Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890302681821163955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885380258871279681.post-29187170110671722582010-05-24T01:49:00.001+05:302010-05-24T01:51:20.705+05:30Balloon In Flavours<div style="text-align: justify;">
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Protagonist is a fellow being, who confessed this in the strangest of times, dunno why, but still it makes a wonderful subject for my blog. This happened<i> </i>when he was a little bit more younger, like say make 7 years from now. The cities monotone made him to enjoy the family get-together's, usually packed with cousins and friends and kids of his age. That's a probable relief from school.</div>
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To add up to the fun, it was his youngest uncle's after-marriage-math hours. The couple wedded 4 days ago and this being a Sunday, had the whole family down pour for party. This gave the lady folk yet another opportunity to blabber till eternity and the gents to do some talks too about the effects of - "Poverty after marriage" and "The Political Roller-coaster" , not to mention the "occasional" drinks. In short it was a <i>fun-filled-all-talk-full-rubbish-awesome-big-fat-Indian-semi-wedding-reception-party-with-lots-of-kids-to-play-around</i> like situation. </div>
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These pack of kids where running around frantically to find new things to do. To be in limelight. They were running around the place, not knowing what to do, reminds me of the <i>Sea-gulls</i> in <i>Finding Nemo :P</i>. Anyways, the restless search around the house ended in finding a pack of balloons. Cool, he thought, and started blowing it up. It became big, really big and was kind of strange looking too. </div>
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The delighted pack of monkeys, started making the most out of it. They played a round of football, and then some tennis, and some rugby and some more cricket and some ping-pong and to end it with a dodge ball session with the balloon of course! They ran across the corridor where the adult folks were having their part of the share.</div>
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Suddenly, everything went so quiet, dead quiet. It was like America has just dropped down another <i>Little Boy</i>, this time, without a sound. Every pair of eyes where glued on the kids and the balloon. The masculines gave the ladies a strange stare. In a split second, the kids where shooed away and the balloon was thrown away. They poor kids went, perplexed. What the boy didn't know was, that was a condom!<br /><span style="color: black;"></span></div>Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890302681821163955noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885380258871279681.post-56513792954429069902010-05-19T16:14:00.001+05:302010-05-19T16:42:27.529+05:30Blues All The Way, And A Double Too<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
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Chelsea, what an end to the amazing season. The last match was a thriller, sheer domination, perfect way to end the season. This season actually could be one of the most exciting seasons, had its strange nky ways of twisting and turning till the last match, which was a death match for both of the table leaders. And the best team won! I'm happy for them. Happy for Drogba, happy for Terry and rest of the guys for having a record breaking 103 goal haul. </div>
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What don't you have these days?, the whole world just a Google away, flashy iPhones, "awesome" police force, people cracking the origin of the universe. Amidst all that, someone among us got away with a nearly perfect crime. Something done with the precision of a diamond cutter - what is really an art. But the catch is that he got away with it - just that easily.</blockquote>
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She - cheerful girl, jack-of-all-trades, smiles good. He was the most perfect guy in the class - Prince Charming, Class Topper and a guitar personality. And like in all usual Bollywood romances she fell for him. All this happened back in 11th grade. An year passed by. It happens to be so that she was madly falling for him and he was a monster in the making.</div>
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He asked her to come with him to the top of the school tower so that no one would see them. Unsuspectingly she walks with him. She could not control her emotions. Tears broke out as she told him that her marriage was being fix and would be engaged soon. Shocked, he thinks for sometime. Before he could stop thinking, she gave him the shivers. "I'm pregnant"-she said. P-R-E-G-N-A-N-T the words were like being told in slow-motion. The words took forever. He felt numb and deaf. Suddenly he talks and tell her that he needs more time, more time to think, "...its just 12th grade you know, I'm not ready for this". She had been crying since they climbed up the ladder. She refused. Cries became louder. In a split, he pushed her, down the 3-storied building.</div>
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She went down like a lead balloon. Crraaasssh!!! It sounded like she landed on a car. Beep-beep-beep the car alarm burglar alarm sound. His heart was pounding like its was going to rip down his cage and come out. Quick, he thought, climbed down the ladder with 3x speed. Took his biked with was tactically parked at a distance and drove back home. Just another day at the store. He hugged his mother and gave the groceries.</div>
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I'll never in my life will grow hair again. I'll cut hair tomorrow.Two things that never come into my mind now. Guess what, grandmother gave me money to cut hair. I guess if I grow more hair, I'll earn more. <i>At last I found some use to all this hair.</i> And for everyone's horror, I grew a goatee too. Well oh yeah, the goatee came before the long hair.</div>
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