1. Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it:
Bite mark on my lower leg....i ws 1o..or maybe 11...thanks cheeku!
2. What is on the walls in your room?
posters...two of which i bought...n' one from peter..
tag board with pictures..an' my peacock feather.
3. What does your phone look like?
got a new one...a hand me down frm papa..but it's white..sleek n' a touch screen.
4. What music do you listen to?
recently....blink 182...advaita
wolfmother...jim morrison..forever!
5. What is your current desktop picture?
aaaahh...me ..niha n' sats..
6. What do you want more than anything right now?
to see my life life headed straight...getting a lil sea sick coz of the swirls!
7. Do you believe in gay marriage?
what's there not to believe!!!
8. What time were you born?
i have no clue!!
9. Are your parents still together?
yup.they're soulmates....silver anniversary 9 days away!
10. What are you listening to?
my a.c in the background n' the theme of miami ink.
12. The last person to make you cry?
is very far away!
13. What is your favourite perfume/cologne?
envy..coolwater...deep red..
14. What kind of hair/eye colour do you like on the opposite sex?
dark eyes...n' i hate gelled hair.
15. Do you like pain killers?
nope!
16. Are you too shy to ask someone out?
i guess.....shy i don't know..but my ego'sd too inflated to ask anyone out'
17. Fave pizza topping?
pineapple..olives..n' corn.
18. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?
maggiee..iam goin to make me some!!.
19. Who was the last person you made mad?
sats i think..i din't wish her before her edxam last night!
20. Is anyone in love with you?
................is there!?!?!?!??
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Saturday, April 07, 2007
??
they say iam talented in many ways.....
????????????????
dexterity is no forte of mine....
nor is public relations.....
iam tired of the cynicism ...
the sentences laced with sarcasm....
the *love you's* an' *miss you's* have lost their frequency....
they savour my failure and suck the last drop of hope from my body...
limp an' dishelved......i think they'r right when i'm told i don't belong here no more
all i wanna do is walk barefoot n' have people smile at me on the way!
????????????????
dexterity is no forte of mine....
nor is public relations.....
iam tired of the cynicism ...
the sentences laced with sarcasm....
the *love you's* an' *miss you's* have lost their frequency....
they savour my failure and suck the last drop of hope from my body...
limp an' dishelved......i think they'r right when i'm told i don't belong here no more
all i wanna do is walk barefoot n' have people smile at me on the way!
~gAiJiN~
my life n' it's twist......memories wrapped in bubble wrap...stored in a shoe box..n' then locked THEM away!!!!
that is how paranoid i WAS about losing them...an' as the calendar changed pages..i realised i'd started living in that very same box!
there was a musky warm smell that smelt so familiar...the cotton shirt felt so confortable in my hands....the damn felt so damn good!'
my hair played with the evening breez as you lost yourself in me...the molten moments demanded a cast..an' that's what you provided me with!!
the pieces of the puzzle jus fit together....
.insane as it may sound.....
the past became my present.....an' i din't wanna live anywhere else...till i realised..i had no choice!
it was the time between dawn an' dusk...the hour when the world is at it's darkest....
everything sinister beakoned.....an' i dared to tip toe outside
unlocking the box n' airing my memories......i emerged out of bubble wrap..i felt like a gai-jin(firangee in japanese)
the jig saw's just a jumble now...n' the pieces don't fit as well as they used to....
this was my past..present...an' i prayed every night that my future would be a very similar picture.....
the past became my present.....
but you din't tug on my heart as hard as you used to....an' i let myself out of the window jus to see if i would fall into the puddle an' gt myself all muddy......
i faced my quintessential destiny......
did you hear me scream....my loud shout...???
....an' i don't think i wanna go live in the shoe box once more
that is how paranoid i WAS about losing them...an' as the calendar changed pages..i realised i'd started living in that very same box!
there was a musky warm smell that smelt so familiar...the cotton shirt felt so confortable in my hands....the damn felt so damn good!'
my hair played with the evening breez as you lost yourself in me...the molten moments demanded a cast..an' that's what you provided me with!!
the pieces of the puzzle jus fit together....
.insane as it may sound.....
the past became my present.....an' i din't wanna live anywhere else...till i realised..i had no choice!
it was the time between dawn an' dusk...the hour when the world is at it's darkest....
everything sinister beakoned.....an' i dared to tip toe outside
unlocking the box n' airing my memories......i emerged out of bubble wrap..i felt like a gai-jin(firangee in japanese)
the jig saw's just a jumble now...n' the pieces don't fit as well as they used to....
this was my past..present...an' i prayed every night that my future would be a very similar picture.....
the past became my present.....
but you din't tug on my heart as hard as you used to....an' i let myself out of the window jus to see if i would fall into the puddle an' gt myself all muddy......
i faced my quintessential destiny......
did you hear me scream....my loud shout...???
....an' i don't think i wanna go live in the shoe box once more
Monday, March 26, 2007
dALi
~one of dali's lesser know works....girl by the window.....
(disclaimer...her butts are definately bigger than mine*!!)
no reservations
forever living in a tortured paradox...?
different specialities...
the leap across the oceans is a big one!
love at first sight..an' the rest is all history...
something that allured me to linger on...an' fall in love with your* paradise..
the smell an' sound of burning charcoal.
multiple colours an' hues of cobalt blue....
iam goin to put my life on hold an' hang my hat for abit.
stop moving.......
ready yet?
lots to see...so much more to do???
maybe it's my real home.....it's always been
n' it's comforting in knowing ...
that once i stop moving ..i have a place to come back to......
different specialities...
the leap across the oceans is a big one!
love at first sight..an' the rest is all history...
something that allured me to linger on...an' fall in love with your* paradise..
the smell an' sound of burning charcoal.
multiple colours an' hues of cobalt blue....
iam goin to put my life on hold an' hang my hat for abit.
stop moving.......
ready yet?
lots to see...so much more to do???
maybe it's my real home.....it's always been
n' it's comforting in knowing ...
that once i stop moving ..i have a place to come back to......
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
my world cup('oo7) diaries~I
practice match begins in Jamaica in a few hours....
we start our world cup capaign with this one match.....
let's start saying our prayers!
we start our world cup capaign with this one match.....
let's start saying our prayers!
Friday, March 02, 2007
Thursday, March 01, 2007
today
of :-
bottled dreams an' cigarette burns
nervous laugh...an' fruit flavored sorbets
fusion bands n' photo shoots.
scorching shooping sprees in gk
n' soirees in the park
midnight conversations an cricket in the lawn
summer storms n' garam chai
ripped jeans an' blogs
confused ethnicity an' gay best friends.
poems wrapped in bubblegum wrap.
n' hash on sale on the internet
old friends ..an' chocolote fudge
mutilated bodies and crystal beads
compassion written on street walls.
distorted souls n' vivacious personas
scribbled hurried notes an' self help books.
pop up friends an' (un)cultured upbringing
organic food n' inorganic lives
battered love n' stretched limits..
acidic lies..n' technicoloured existence.
undefined boundaries an' manipulated media circus...
old stories an' new people
of strangers in the stairwell...n' old ladys in sneakers walking their dogs.
neon dreams...n' fast cars
red carpets an' painted faces.
true friends and scented candels
understated elegance an' oh Gosh! moments.
red wine an' sparks in the sky
chasing the sunshine on the floor
ashing in the water n' smoking in the loo(under the din of the exhaust)
blood on the floor n' a song in my head.
life changing decisions an' split second deaths.
refracted light an' pink fuzzy socks.
metallic frames an' over exposed pictures
stained knives an' movie posters.
old hindi songs an it's techo remixed version
illusions being peddled on the street.
pink stilletoes an' nani's old steel trunk
waiting in ques an' fighting over the movies..
butter popcorn n' nachoes(grr...stay away)
missed calls n' more missed calls...
a zillion other phone calls..
of love n' lust....an' the mango/peach lip balm.
printed skirts n' embroidered ambitions
kisses by starlight n' heartbreak typed on gmail.
bottled dreams an' cigarette burns
nervous laugh...an' fruit flavored sorbets
fusion bands n' photo shoots.
scorching shooping sprees in gk
n' soirees in the park
midnight conversations an cricket in the lawn
summer storms n' garam chai
ripped jeans an' blogs
confused ethnicity an' gay best friends.
poems wrapped in bubblegum wrap.
n' hash on sale on the internet
old friends ..an' chocolote fudge
mutilated bodies and crystal beads
compassion written on street walls.
distorted souls n' vivacious personas
scribbled hurried notes an' self help books.
pop up friends an' (un)cultured upbringing
organic food n' inorganic lives
battered love n' stretched limits..
acidic lies..n' technicoloured existence.
undefined boundaries an' manipulated media circus...
old stories an' new people
of strangers in the stairwell...n' old ladys in sneakers walking their dogs.
neon dreams...n' fast cars
red carpets an' painted faces.
true friends and scented candels
understated elegance an' oh Gosh! moments.
red wine an' sparks in the sky
chasing the sunshine on the floor
ashing in the water n' smoking in the loo(under the din of the exhaust)
blood on the floor n' a song in my head.
life changing decisions an' split second deaths.
refracted light an' pink fuzzy socks.
metallic frames an' over exposed pictures
stained knives an' movie posters.
old hindi songs an it's techo remixed version
illusions being peddled on the street.
pink stilletoes an' nani's old steel trunk
waiting in ques an' fighting over the movies..
butter popcorn n' nachoes(grr...stay away)
missed calls n' more missed calls...
a zillion other phone calls..
of love n' lust....an' the mango/peach lip balm.
printed skirts n' embroidered ambitions
kisses by starlight n' heartbreak typed on gmail.
disclaimer:-profound..i know.;)
i'v been blogging a lot lately....
but it's not coz iam thinking more or coz i have a lot more to say.it's the same old thought process..jus that iam in the process of disconnectin with the world...n' re-connecting with myself.
iam on the phone a lot less....n' as they say spending quality time with myself.spending time with nanna n' papa...n' tryin to gain brownie points for the summer.(n' also fr the aftrlife)
exam tension is absent...but that's nothing new.
i'v become a lot smarter..or so iam being told...
smarter ...wiser.....intellectual...it's all relative..i guess.
it's only the experience that counts.
n' with every passing day iam adding up to my meager measure of it.
yesterday...once more it became clear to me...that in the end....you're by yourself.
not that i ws rendered a heart breaking blow...or stabbed in the back by my kin...
a tiny incident ws enough to bring the point home...yet again!
the promises of friendship fade away n' forever ends sooner than you expectd.
my best friends been tryin to drill this fact in my head for the longest time....also goin to the extent of cutting all ties with me for 4 months....only so tht i'd to handle losss.he did a good job i thnk....coz iam definately stonger than yesterday.
n' strenght is all that we need to make every situation a lil more bearable....n' life a lot more peaceful...im not referring to happiness here...coz i for one know that the persuit of happiness is the most difficult.
not many would agree....but pain ..hurt...loss...despair....anger n' also our joy...it's all in the head....
our happiness lies in our own hands......n' strength only comes from experience an' responsibility.
so much is happening all around...every minute i'm bombarded with so much knowledge..news n' incidents....experiences..word of wisdom...n' lessons learnt from life.
i sit on my bed n' iam transported to diffrent surroundings in a matter of seconds...
dissapointments...triumphs....i experience them all with all those i love.
n' last night i wished i ws that japanese guy frm heroes*....
i want to time travel n' meet myself 5 years from now....all tht i seem to be learning n' claim to have learnt....is it all in my head...??
but it's not coz iam thinking more or coz i have a lot more to say.it's the same old thought process..jus that iam in the process of disconnectin with the world...n' re-connecting with myself.
iam on the phone a lot less....n' as they say spending quality time with myself.spending time with nanna n' papa...n' tryin to gain brownie points for the summer.(n' also fr the aftrlife)
exam tension is absent...but that's nothing new.
i'v become a lot smarter..or so iam being told...
smarter ...wiser.....intellectual...it's all relative..i guess.
it's only the experience that counts.
n' with every passing day iam adding up to my meager measure of it.
yesterday...once more it became clear to me...that in the end....you're by yourself.
not that i ws rendered a heart breaking blow...or stabbed in the back by my kin...
a tiny incident ws enough to bring the point home...yet again!
the promises of friendship fade away n' forever ends sooner than you expectd.
my best friends been tryin to drill this fact in my head for the longest time....also goin to the extent of cutting all ties with me for 4 months....only so tht i'd to handle losss.he did a good job i thnk....coz iam definately stonger than yesterday.
n' strenght is all that we need to make every situation a lil more bearable....n' life a lot more peaceful...im not referring to happiness here...coz i for one know that the persuit of happiness is the most difficult.
not many would agree....but pain ..hurt...loss...despair....anger n' also our joy...it's all in the head....
our happiness lies in our own hands......n' strength only comes from experience an' responsibility.
so much is happening all around...every minute i'm bombarded with so much knowledge..news n' incidents....experiences..word of wisdom...n' lessons learnt from life.
i sit on my bed n' iam transported to diffrent surroundings in a matter of seconds...
dissapointments...triumphs....i experience them all with all those i love.
n' last night i wished i ws that japanese guy frm heroes*....
i want to time travel n' meet myself 5 years from now....all tht i seem to be learning n' claim to have learnt....is it all in my head...??
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
edited*
middle of the night...
when my dad thinks iam burning the midnight oil....slogging for my impending finals....
this is wht i do.
this is one of the old dilapidated structures close to college street,one of the older part in the city of Cal(my fav.for reasons too obvious)
but comin back to the city..n' the building...
people walk by ....buses n' the yellow cabs honk past n' by standers don't even acknowledge it's presence.no one pays no heed
as this architectural marvel screams for a face lift
an' quietly observes life pass by.
generationgs os students have walked past...countless hawkers have spat n' pee'd on it's once newly whitewashed walls...but tday..all there is is a stench...
but i love it nonetheless
n' very soon i'd go back n' have a look at it again(i promise myself)
when my dad thinks iam burning the midnight oil....slogging for my impending finals....
this is wht i do.
this is one of the old dilapidated structures close to college street,one of the older part in the city of Cal(my fav.for reasons too obvious)
but comin back to the city..n' the building...
people walk by ....buses n' the yellow cabs honk past n' by standers don't even acknowledge it's presence.no one pays no heed
as this architectural marvel screams for a face lift
an' quietly observes life pass by.
generationgs os students have walked past...countless hawkers have spat n' pee'd on it's once newly whitewashed walls...but tday..all there is is a stench...
but i love it nonetheless
n' very soon i'd go back n' have a look at it again(i promise myself)
*HAIL MARTY!!*
i mean he finally won!!!
Academy Awards 'oo7 would definately go down in history.....definately the history of my life!!!
With the kodak theatre as the playgound an' the whose who of hollywood in attendance,they finally decided to give the master his due!
*movie brat*
(along with the other greats...refer link)
can we spell perfection any other which way??
for more info....kindly click the link on the side~
Academy Awards 'oo7 would definately go down in history.....definately the history of my life!!!
With the kodak theatre as the playgound an' the whose who of hollywood in attendance,they finally decided to give the master his due!
*movie brat*
(along with the other greats...refer link)
can we spell perfection any other which way??
for more info....kindly click the link on the side~
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
*i'd die without memories..an'nothavingyoutomakethemwith*
diluted......sublime......
but still left intoxicated.....
concentrated.....stuffed.......an' a jam packed itinerary
as i try every time to live my life in a matter of hours...
seconds growing into minutes...which multiply themselves n' turn into hours..
all you can give me are these moments...i don't ever ask for more..
the touch... the caress...and our* look....
these are just fractions of time....maybe even figments of my imagination..
.
it's about coming a full circle...but carrying on nonetheless
it starts with a nudge ...deep within...an' a longing...
the concentric circles...of my needs...your wants an' our desire.
it's all the dynamics of economics
the want to belong.....the need to possess n' the desire to remain..
these roads have seen us through... they even recognises me now...
they've seen my life fold n' unfold....more than a few times.
i hear a silent welcome as i touchdown...n' the labyrinth bids me farewell everytime i leave...
it's borne witness to my story...and to your's.....
our senseless journey...
from the initial awkwardness to the tear drenched goodbye...an' all that comes in between.
from the tenderness to all the bitterness that's flown from me to you...n' vice-versa...
from love n' lust ...an all the human emotions that exist..
from nothingness to both of us growing an' coming into our own.
my tears have mingled with it's dust...
an' our laughter ...unbottoned and carefree has stuttered in it's humid wind.
i'v decorate my life with miniscule memories....n' time spans which wldn't amount to much...
we've spent evenings dissolved in laughter...
n' carefully traversed nights traced with white stuff they call love
we fight over matters that matter to noone else.
divulge secrets...an' live a dream through our diverse reality
something intense
an' i give in..time an' again....
as you linger in me..just yet..
i etch my memories into you....kiss your eyelids to seal the dream.
the dream..the hour.... my temporary life....
an unfinished relationship....
my childhood..an' my other self.
the better part of my being...
an a juxtaposed existence.....
not so much my opposite....but a place that's been my oasis for sometime now
half baked an' all of my truth...
it's like summer rain...
n' it lingers on me ..
pulsating n' warm .....warm with the heat of touched skin.
for right now....only bridges connect us
to something...anything...an to everything...
oblivion accompanies heady joy..
velocity brings along a heady mix...liquid cocain i'd like it referred as...
the headiness.....the warmth ...the assurance..... the belief....
all of which comes along with possession..and a single meaningful touch.
....
there'll soon be a dead end and vertigo will carry me back..
but till then...i stuff...consolidate....build..
n' live my life....in a matter of hours....
it's these hours of being..of living ..an' loving...which set everything alright.
with you it's not even half a blood tie.... but....
and when it's time to upturn the hourglass i feel salt water edging my eyes...
we look in different direction....
contemplating...wondering....hoping...and eventually giving in..
you'd never agree but you taste it too...
once again i memorise the contours of your face for future reference..coz i never know which departure would bring along our final goodbye.
i try an' hold on for as long as i can....
i kiss the scar between your eyes an' get ready to fly.....
my movements are all but animated...an' i perform a mechanical drill...the only thing i smell is your familiar smell....
your life through your blog
reading random blogs is my new favourite pastime....
i swtch of the television....
put my phone on silent(no ones calin at 4 in the morning anymore)
n' change my msn status to Away*....
sever connection with my reality..to shift into someone elses in one fluid motion.
n' begin....(drumroll....not required)
one aftr the other...
post after post.....
i scan them n' try to digest as much as my feeble brain lets me....
lives of strangers come alive vividly in my brain...
scenes from their life with picture perfect quality play in front of my eyes...
i can see this girl walkin back home in the rain....n' rmbr my own midnight walks....
an young boy's anticipation over the impending trip....n' im reminded of my own during those flights to my strangely familiar favourite city..
some posts intresting...some not so much so....
but each one is a figment of someones imagination..or an experience which holds quite true!
Friday, February 23, 2007
~randomly random~
can i pretend there's no one outside......just by closing the blinds...
the rings leaving a mark on ym index finger...but iam still not takin it off....
is the light too blinding?
is tomorrow too close....n' yesterday too far away....
do i have vodka in me instead of blood??
are dreams subliminal ....??
n' fashion changing so fast that we need to dash to keep up....
how real is reality...
how deep is my love??
is depth the right measure to even measure it??
why is pink a girliee* color....?
why did boy's gt blue*?
i want blue!!!!!!!!!!....actully...forgt it......im sittin on the rainbow!
(hv u noticed tht the *r.a.i.n.b.o.w* has 7 letters...bldy fcking A.W.E.S.O.M.E...anther 7!!}
how far am i from Morano....?
is entertainment biased?
is culture just a myth?
is news ever too new?
Is history too repetetive??
are colours a illusion?
isn't procrastination jus a big word to cover sloth(one of the seven deadly SINS)
does the silence talk??
am i a pseudo intellectual??
when will i ever break the barrier.....push my limits.....go the whole 9 yards?
do people use a bandana to hold back hair....or is it a God forsaken *style statement*?
Are we castrating utility?
will i ever get stoned?
How far do i have to be to be really far away..?
is that me in the mirror?
what would it be like to have mpd??
(why does messenger suck so bad)
is modern art even art.......or just a m@#%$! f&%$#@'s lame attempt at immortality?
is it even worth tlking about?
how much do reviews matter?
the space in tmrw's newspaper....does it promise anythng
how much would it take to de-fame someone?
how
how much do i have to love..for you to realise?
{disclaimer...not drunk/stoned/or intoxicated in any whch way}
the rings leaving a mark on ym index finger...but iam still not takin it off....
is the light too blinding?
is tomorrow too close....n' yesterday too far away....
do i have vodka in me instead of blood??
are dreams subliminal ....??
n' fashion changing so fast that we need to dash to keep up....
how real is reality...
how deep is my love??
is depth the right measure to even measure it??
why is pink a girliee* color....?
why did boy's gt blue*?
i want blue!!!!!!!!!!....actully...forgt it......im sittin on the rainbow!
(hv u noticed tht the *r.a.i.n.b.o.w* has 7 letters...bldy fcking A.W.E.S.O.M.E...anther 7!!}
how far am i from Morano....?
is entertainment biased?
is culture just a myth?
is news ever too new?
Is history too repetetive??
are colours a illusion?
isn't procrastination jus a big word to cover sloth(one of the seven deadly SINS)
does the silence talk??
am i a pseudo intellectual??
when will i ever break the barrier.....push my limits.....go the whole 9 yards?
do people use a bandana to hold back hair....or is it a God forsaken *style statement*?
Are we castrating utility?
will i ever get stoned?
How far do i have to be to be really far away..?
is that me in the mirror?
what would it be like to have mpd??
(why does messenger suck so bad)
is modern art even art.......or just a m@#%$! f&%$#@'s lame attempt at immortality?
is it even worth tlking about?
how much do reviews matter?
the space in tmrw's newspaper....does it promise anythng
how much would it take to de-fame someone?
how
how much do i have to love..for you to realise?
{disclaimer...not drunk/stoned/or intoxicated in any whch way}
~one day~
i'd leave the city..the country...n' be somewhere very far away.....
i'd loose friends and gain a few detractors......
i'd develope tastes for the flavors of the world and one day have the shiny stars at my feet....
the crowds screaming....n' adrenalin gushing.......
the applause after the performance might jus render me deaf for a micro second...
i mght one day suffer from selective amenesia...or short-term memory lapse.....
...through all this i'd never once forget your voice...
you saw me come into the world...n' one day i'd see you leave....
but this one fraction of time...is now so etched im my brain...that's it's a part of my very being.....
courage doesn't even come close to defining what powers you...
love is too small a word to describe what you feel for us....
sacrifice is the only fluid powering your daily life.....
i wake up to your face every single day and the tears i'v cried with you.....it never hurt to shed them
iam tryin my best to capture moments in a glass jar...so i'd keep them on my window n' the winter sunshine would stream in on it one winter morning..far away form now!even today as the crazy world tries to suck me in..n' i trip over every single hitch on the way....my solace is you....you are my haven...the only refuge i'v ever know.
even if i come close to being half the human being you are.....
those stars down below would never matter
p.s...as i said earlier...love is too small a word....coz what i feel...is well......more than just a feeling...
i'd loose friends and gain a few detractors......
i'd develope tastes for the flavors of the world and one day have the shiny stars at my feet....
the crowds screaming....n' adrenalin gushing.......
the applause after the performance might jus render me deaf for a micro second...
i mght one day suffer from selective amenesia...or short-term memory lapse.....
...through all this i'd never once forget your voice...
you saw me come into the world...n' one day i'd see you leave....
but this one fraction of time...is now so etched im my brain...that's it's a part of my very being.....
courage doesn't even come close to defining what powers you...
love is too small a word to describe what you feel for us....
sacrifice is the only fluid powering your daily life.....
i wake up to your face every single day and the tears i'v cried with you.....it never hurt to shed them
iam tryin my best to capture moments in a glass jar...so i'd keep them on my window n' the winter sunshine would stream in on it one winter morning..far away form now!even today as the crazy world tries to suck me in..n' i trip over every single hitch on the way....my solace is you....you are my haven...the only refuge i'v ever know.
even if i come close to being half the human being you are.....
those stars down below would never matter
p.s...as i said earlier...love is too small a word....coz what i feel...is well......more than just a feeling...
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
~a crazy friend far..far away!~
~tere hotton ko jam ki tarah hotton per lagana chahta hun. teri avaaz ko apnay dil key kissi koney mein basana chahta hun, , shayad is zinagai mein hum kabhi mil na paaein lekin phir bhi tujhay ek baar apnay gale lagana chahta hun~
~kutch baatein hi alag thi , nainital ki fizaaon mein, us dheemi se hawaa ke jhoke, un chottein se gaaon mein, tumsay jab mila to alag se kashish thee tumhari adaaon mein, khosaya gaya hun ab un lamho ke chaaon mein~
~zindagi kutch badal se gayi hai, badal sa gaya hu mein, apni mushkilo ke aag mein ,pighal sa gaya hun mein, bekhbar saa thaa ab tak zindagi se kislea , apnay hi akelaypan mein kutch kho sa gaya hun mein~
Rolo's *brainchild........
you'r chessy sometimes...but you're getting better with every passing sher*....
vaise sher ko angrezi mein kya kehete hain!??!?>>>HEHEHEHEHE
anyway...im waitin for the book.....n' i want credits.....
and ...and....and.....the frst auttographed copy!!!!!!!!!!
n' ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....WHAT YOU DOIN THIS VALENTINE?!?!?!?
~kutch baatein hi alag thi , nainital ki fizaaon mein, us dheemi se hawaa ke jhoke, un chottein se gaaon mein, tumsay jab mila to alag se kashish thee tumhari adaaon mein, khosaya gaya hun ab un lamho ke chaaon mein~
~zindagi kutch badal se gayi hai, badal sa gaya hu mein, apni mushkilo ke aag mein ,pighal sa gaya hun mein, bekhbar saa thaa ab tak zindagi se kislea , apnay hi akelaypan mein kutch kho sa gaya hun mein~
Rolo's *brainchild........
you'r chessy sometimes...but you're getting better with every passing sher*....
vaise sher ko angrezi mein kya kehete hain!??!?>>>HEHEHEHEHE
anyway...im waitin for the book.....n' i want credits.....
and ...and....and.....the frst auttographed copy!!!!!!!!!!
n' ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....WHAT YOU DOIN THIS VALENTINE?!?!?!?
Saturday, February 10, 2007
~of crimson leaves n' starless skies~
would there ever be a day..when i'd look up and see something more .....
make sense of the scribbles and scrawls in the starry sky that's always there....
one day i'd stop lookin....and the empty wet road would reflect my story to me...jus like the head lights of a lonely car after the summer rain......
i hate summer rain in the plains.......it brings along the humid air i can't seem to bare....
miss the rain in the hills.....the smell of wet mud n' crudshed pine leaves
i hate the hills though......
well my life is about juxtaposition...so to say the least!
i want to get drunk n' jus a lil' stoned and walk those now familiar streets with you..holding hands....well,not necessarily.....coz i'll be in that happy place....
too occupied n' almost too content to think about holding hands.
i won't even remember the details of the moment...n' like always replay the evening in my head..over n' over ...like the blower's daughter on my playlist....the details wld always elude ...n' i'd cry for the moment lost...but the taste of it in my mouth would definately suffice.......
it will linger...but for how long??
just enough for me to go back n' take a quick peek....n' then it would be gone forever....like the aurora i saw in my sleep once...it hasn't returned ever since......though i prayed for it to!
there's a thin line keeping me from insanity.....bt with you i wldn't care.....
just like i don't about my disheveled and ooh so wet hair.......
you'd wipe the rain from your brow.....
n' i'd push
my indecisive mind out the open window.....it wldn't fall with a thud...as i expected it to....it'd jus fly away..light as that frail cottony pollen....
i'd never be discontent or lonely again..
atleast not until tomorrow.
make sense of the scribbles and scrawls in the starry sky that's always there....
one day i'd stop lookin....and the empty wet road would reflect my story to me...jus like the head lights of a lonely car after the summer rain......
i hate summer rain in the plains.......it brings along the humid air i can't seem to bare....
miss the rain in the hills.....the smell of wet mud n' crudshed pine leaves
i hate the hills though......
well my life is about juxtaposition...so to say the least!
i want to get drunk n' jus a lil' stoned and walk those now familiar streets with you..holding hands....well,not necessarily.....coz i'll be in that happy place....
too occupied n' almost too content to think about holding hands.
i won't even remember the details of the moment...n' like always replay the evening in my head..over n' over ...like the blower's daughter on my playlist....the details wld always elude ...n' i'd cry for the moment lost...but the taste of it in my mouth would definately suffice.......
it will linger...but for how long??
just enough for me to go back n' take a quick peek....n' then it would be gone forever....like the aurora i saw in my sleep once...it hasn't returned ever since......though i prayed for it to!
there's a thin line keeping me from insanity.....bt with you i wldn't care.....
just like i don't about my disheveled and ooh so wet hair.......
you'd wipe the rain from your brow.....
n' i'd push
my indecisive mind out the open window.....it wldn't fall with a thud...as i expected it to....it'd jus fly away..light as that frail cottony pollen....
i'd never be discontent or lonely again..
atleast not until tomorrow.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
~Happy 75th~
mch less candles than....the required 75.......but Happpyyy Buddaayyyyyy !!
love you forevr...n' longer !!
love you forevr...n' longer !!
Friday, January 26, 2007
the best days of my life*
you're leaving tonight..........
and i can't hold you back.......
can we freeze time tonight.....
*nihu n' sattypooh*......lub you guys forever n' ever!!
i know i don't hv to say it to you guys.....coz i hope you know how important you both are to me...n'will always remain!!
we've grown up together and you've been there through out..............
from bunking breakfast to the looong dinner conversations...
walks on the t.c to exam tension
the rendevous on the terrace n' sunday soiree's at barrista..
and aftr school we've just become closer....
the drives to rajpur..
a lot of photo sessions.....a whole bunch of non sensical movies...
cryin coz the world was a mean place to dancing in the winter sunshine....
walking up to randon strangers to complete a dare and dancing the nights away.....
birthday's in the car to walkin in the scorching heat to pickin up b'day cakes...
truth n' dare...killer* n' thumb fight...
sneaking in and out of houses....to flyin of to a rather strange city...
midnight snack sessions n' the heart to heart tlks in the kitchen..or the dining table...or wherevr we mght'v been!!!
shopping....hanging....wasting time...making memories...
from sneaking out of the city to getting sloshed....n' being sick all over the place
tractor rides...fishing....gorging ..on anythng n' everythng...!!
to the very recent rural* trip...
deadly driving skills to walks in cp.....
fighting ovr the lunch venue to the hours long dress rehersal before anythng n' everythng...
laughing..cryin.....acting funny ..to fighting like wild cats.....n'clawing at eachother...
we've made every passing day more special than the one gone by...
.being kids to the mature adults we've become....
now i just want to go back to being wht we were...or maybe remain forever in today...
we've locked in so many memories....of eachothr n' also of this city....
the last few years have flown and prty soon we'll be at this crossroad in life n' i know we've got to say buhbyee............the only hitch is tht i don't want to.....nt jus yet!
collecting memories like shells on a deserted coastline....i'v got a pile of them in a box under my bed(right by the old lady*)
and pretty soon all i'l have left are those ....
scenes from life i'll play over and over again....to feel what i felt then....and once again be what i was.
you're goin to change n' so will i......the only thng that'l bind us is this same pile...
jus keep your's as safely as i'll keep mine
im gonna take a piece of you with me.....and it'll be mine forever.
p.s....with a whole lot of gratitude and all my love!
and i can't hold you back.......
can we freeze time tonight.....
*nihu n' sattypooh*......lub you guys forever n' ever!!
i know i don't hv to say it to you guys.....coz i hope you know how important you both are to me...n'will always remain!!
we've grown up together and you've been there through out..............
from bunking breakfast to the looong dinner conversations...
walks on the t.c to exam tension
the rendevous on the terrace n' sunday soiree's at barrista..
and aftr school we've just become closer....
the drives to rajpur..
a lot of photo sessions.....a whole bunch of non sensical movies...
cryin coz the world was a mean place to dancing in the winter sunshine....
walking up to randon strangers to complete a dare and dancing the nights away.....
birthday's in the car to walkin in the scorching heat to pickin up b'day cakes...
truth n' dare...killer* n' thumb fight...
sneaking in and out of houses....to flyin of to a rather strange city...
midnight snack sessions n' the heart to heart tlks in the kitchen..or the dining table...or wherevr we mght'v been!!!
shopping....hanging....wasting time...making memories...
from sneaking out of the city to getting sloshed....n' being sick all over the place
tractor rides...fishing....gorging ..on anythng n' everythng...!!
to the very recent rural* trip...
deadly driving skills to walks in cp.....
fighting ovr the lunch venue to the hours long dress rehersal before anythng n' everythng...
laughing..cryin.....acting funny ..to fighting like wild cats.....n'clawing at eachother...
we've made every passing day more special than the one gone by...
.being kids to the mature adults we've become....
now i just want to go back to being wht we were...or maybe remain forever in today...
we've locked in so many memories....of eachothr n' also of this city....
the last few years have flown and prty soon we'll be at this crossroad in life n' i know we've got to say buhbyee............the only hitch is tht i don't want to.....nt jus yet!
collecting memories like shells on a deserted coastline....i'v got a pile of them in a box under my bed(right by the old lady*)
and pretty soon all i'l have left are those ....
scenes from life i'll play over and over again....to feel what i felt then....and once again be what i was.
you're goin to change n' so will i......the only thng that'l bind us is this same pile...
jus keep your's as safely as i'll keep mine
im gonna take a piece of you with me.....and it'll be mine forever.
p.s....with a whole lot of gratitude and all my love!
unconcerned ..but not indifferent*
this is wht Man Ray's epitaph reads....
I am a huge fan of the masters of photography, Man Ray, Helmut Newton, Trevor Watson, but by far the biggest influence on my work has been New York photographer Spencer Tunick, his outside nude installations re-sparked my interest in photography.
There are visuals whch excite me every single day...and fellow photogAphers inspire me to do better...
p.s...tryin to stay influenced but far from plagiarism.
I am a huge fan of the masters of photography, Man Ray, Helmut Newton, Trevor Watson, but by far the biggest influence on my work has been New York photographer Spencer Tunick, his outside nude installations re-sparked my interest in photography.
There are visuals whch excite me every single day...and fellow photogAphers inspire me to do better...
p.s...tryin to stay influenced but far from plagiarism.
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