*sighs*
*dies*
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
A peek into a random mind
*Ankie pushes me into a bus.its pretty crowded.a middleaged lady is standing with a very stern expression on her face.a guy near to where i am standing leaves his seat for me.i sit down and look triumphantly at the lady.she gives me an expression which says "you wait till you have kids and your boobs sag." i feel a sudden guilt.my mind starts a furious battle with itself.*
i should get up.i seriouslyseriouslySERIOUSLY should.*i am about to get up.i look at her again feeling a warm glow.her expression is unchanged.my glow dies*.on second thoughts,maybe i will just stay put.she looks like the kind of women who teach in schools and bully girls like me who talk too much or too loud.besides she does have saggy boobs.*i smirk gaining a suspiscious look from the gentleman beside me.i watch the birds and the bees and the dust and dirt.my mind is strangely quiet(yes I am thinking this).the conductor comes asks for the fare.changehunting begins.*
1...2...4...emm...that's two 50p...5...darn I am an entire rupee short!how do I buy badam?oh wait!the bus fare is of bigger concern!*snicker again*.now what now what.i could ask annoyed uncle for a rupee.or maybe saggy aunty.or maybe i could smile at the chaivalrous youth and ask HIM for it.no wait.I have braces.he only left the seat cuz he didnt see my braces.what what*looks around panicked*.i shouldnt have had phuchka today.but it was good*reminiscent smile*.oh right!Shreya did give me a 100 bucks that day*frantically searches bag,retrieves note*.i hate braking big notes.its so sad!*conductor gives a horrifying glance at the large denomination.sighs and counts change*.oh wow!so many little notes!so many phuchkas!yeyyy!oooh look!nose digging ugly guy!I love the way my mind works.i should post it in my blog or something!and I will have to remember all of this for that!wow!what a loser am i!i remember conversations with myself!ah well...being loser is phun!:D
i should get up.i seriouslyseriouslySERIOUSLY should.*i am about to get up.i look at her again feeling a warm glow.her expression is unchanged.my glow dies*.on second thoughts,maybe i will just stay put.she looks like the kind of women who teach in schools and bully girls like me who talk too much or too loud.besides she does have saggy boobs.*i smirk gaining a suspiscious look from the gentleman beside me.i watch the birds and the bees and the dust and dirt.my mind is strangely quiet(yes I am thinking this).the conductor comes asks for the fare.changehunting begins.*
1...2...4...emm...that's two 50p...5...darn I am an entire rupee short!how do I buy badam?oh wait!the bus fare is of bigger concern!*snicker again*.now what now what.i could ask annoyed uncle for a rupee.or maybe saggy aunty.or maybe i could smile at the chaivalrous youth and ask HIM for it.no wait.I have braces.he only left the seat cuz he didnt see my braces.what what*looks around panicked*.i shouldnt have had phuchka today.but it was good*reminiscent smile*.oh right!Shreya did give me a 100 bucks that day*frantically searches bag,retrieves note*.i hate braking big notes.its so sad!*conductor gives a horrifying glance at the large denomination.sighs and counts change*.oh wow!so many little notes!so many phuchkas!yeyyy!oooh look!nose digging ugly guy!I love the way my mind works.i should post it in my blog or something!and I will have to remember all of this for that!wow!what a loser am i!i remember conversations with myself!ah well...being loser is phun!:D
Saturday, December 27, 2008
last day at Turf View
I looked around once more(how could i stop?).I looked once more at the patch of ground where Poopsy was buried,the sapling which we had planted on the the patch five years back had grown into an odd looking bush.I looked once more at the tree under which I had kissed Karan the one last time.I looked at the low set stone benches,now covered with moss,wich,in my time used to be the hub of all activities.I looked at the basketball court,the place where my "big fight" with Deepti had happened years back and how,in the same Basketball court,we had both sat and cried at the thought of being separated.I looked at the long curved roads all around the 19 magnificent buildings of Turf View,where I had graduated from "cycling with friends" to "walking with friends".I looked at the Shopping Centre and remembered how in my time it used to be just one old gift-cum-stationery-cum-grocery-cum-fast food shop and how Pranjana and I used to save money to eat there.I looked at the phuchkawala just outside the complex whose phuchkas I had never eaten.And finally I looked at Block no. 6.Six years of my life,spent without my dad and sister,the house where I dislocated my kneecap,lost my dog,lost my first love and found myself.And I remember how a year and a half later I came back to see my beloved house taken over by my now best friend.
"one last walk?"Dhuh asked.I nodded and went along.Why did he have to shift to a hostel.It would cut off my very last link to Turf.Ofcourse,we could come here whenever we wanted to,but we couldnt come here in the evenings-and Turf was at its beautiful best in the evenings.
"you wanna cry?"
I nodded.
"you wanna hug me?"
I nodded.
"you wanna hug me and cry?"
I nodded.
So we stood there hugging each other,me crying,him comforting.
"hey Kunn,remember this was where we first met?and this place?i was sitting here upset for Prabhleen and you came in crying for Karan?and..."
yeah...i remembered everything.every liitle memory.
"anything you wanna do one last time?"
I gave it a thought.
"uh-huh,let's go have phuchka"
"one last walk?"Dhuh asked.I nodded and went along.Why did he have to shift to a hostel.It would cut off my very last link to Turf.Ofcourse,we could come here whenever we wanted to,but we couldnt come here in the evenings-and Turf was at its beautiful best in the evenings.
"you wanna cry?"
I nodded.
"you wanna hug me?"
I nodded.
"you wanna hug me and cry?"
I nodded.
So we stood there hugging each other,me crying,him comforting.
"hey Kunn,remember this was where we first met?and this place?i was sitting here upset for Prabhleen and you came in crying for Karan?and..."
yeah...i remembered everything.every liitle memory.
"anything you wanna do one last time?"
I gave it a thought.
"uh-huh,let's go have phuchka"
Friday, December 19, 2008
Dis I miss my blog?sure I did!Why didn't I write then?Duh!because I am lazy!Why do I write now?Because I realised that everyone else is just like me-they like doing Orkut and Facebook during the exams when they are NOT supposed to and lose interest after that!So here I am in my world again!Bored?yes!Lovelorn?yes!Gloomy?yes!just within the last two days I got a call from my much hated ex,spent five hours walking with the person i SO wanna be with ,listening about the person HE so wants to be with,got dragged into fights between overly possessive friends,torn between being a good sister and a good daughter and failing miserably in both.
i was expecting everyday to be fun...but life's become a living nightmare.not to forget my first ever pimple bursting to burst,my braces contracting in the cold and giving me the agony o a lifetime AND the fact that the world is ending in 2012!
so?am I happy?you bet I am!My ex still wants me,i actually have a Jaane Tu kinda best friend,my friends love me enough to fight over me,my family means enough for me to TRY being good!i guess i was born an optimist....or an idiot....or both!:D
i was expecting everyday to be fun...but life's become a living nightmare.not to forget my first ever pimple bursting to burst,my braces contracting in the cold and giving me the agony o a lifetime AND the fact that the world is ending in 2012!
so?am I happy?you bet I am!My ex still wants me,i actually have a Jaane Tu kinda best friend,my friends love me enough to fight over me,my family means enough for me to TRY being good!i guess i was born an optimist....or an idiot....or both!:D
Saturday, December 6, 2008
AAAH!
There's a reason why semesters rock.It gives an odd sense of satisfaction to be able to hand over all those criticisms to the kabari waalah knowing that you will NEVER have to look at them again.also so many new story books without an occasion!jeez!and once i am over with Philosophy and that abysmallystupidlyidioticallymoronocnonsensical MassComm ,mom and dad can't even say "chhutir pore ki pora hobe,sheta ektu pore nao"...no sirrie!i art a free birdie then!i can be on the phone all day,go for movies,go for parties...oh ya!i sure as hell cant wait!
Monday, December 1, 2008
HAPPINESS IS...
To kiss a hand that will be thine.
To wear a ring which with love does shine.
To feel a raindrop on your nose.
To open your eyes and find a a rose.
To be the cause of a baby's smile.
To have Birthday gifts heaped in a pile.
To hear the birds twittering above.
To receive an embrace filled with love.
To watch giggling children in the park.
To steal some kisses in the dark.
To have a puppy lick your face.
To be a winner in a race.
To have some hot chocolate to drink.
To having to find no meaning or link.
To share a secret with a friend.
To reach a mystery story's end.
To watch your favourite team win.
To find pleasure in a sin.
To be able to freely laugh out.
To attend a concert and sing out loud.
To be petted,loved and made silly.
To feel warm even when its chilly.
To finally fulfil that crazy wish.
To be forgiven for breaking the dish.
To help a blind man cross the street.
To find your room all tidy and neat.
To find some money in the road,
then to give away to someone hungry and cold.
To burst a bubble in the air.
To blush at a flattering stare.
To love,to heal,to help,to lend,
To always be sure your troubles will end.
:)
To wear a ring which with love does shine.
To feel a raindrop on your nose.
To open your eyes and find a a rose.
To be the cause of a baby's smile.
To have Birthday gifts heaped in a pile.
To hear the birds twittering above.
To receive an embrace filled with love.
To watch giggling children in the park.
To steal some kisses in the dark.
To have a puppy lick your face.
To be a winner in a race.
To have some hot chocolate to drink.
To having to find no meaning or link.
To share a secret with a friend.
To reach a mystery story's end.
To watch your favourite team win.
To find pleasure in a sin.
To be able to freely laugh out.
To attend a concert and sing out loud.
To be petted,loved and made silly.
To feel warm even when its chilly.
To finally fulfil that crazy wish.
To be forgiven for breaking the dish.
To help a blind man cross the street.
To find your room all tidy and neat.
To find some money in the road,
then to give away to someone hungry and cold.
To burst a bubble in the air.
To blush at a flattering stare.
To love,to heal,to help,to lend,
To always be sure your troubles will end.
:)
Sunday, November 30, 2008
kyun ?
"yeh khoon ka khel kyun
yeh watan se watan ki larai kyun ?
yeh ilzam'taraishyan
yeh zeher se labay huay alfaz kyun ?
kyun apni zameen pe yeh zulum kyun
yeh khoon ka khel kyun ?
yeh watan se watan ki larai kyun ?
yeh sazaish'ein kaisi
yeh goli yeh banduk kyun ?
kyun apni zameen pe yeh zulum kyun
yeh shoor hai kaisa
yeh roonay ki awaz kyun ?
insan to sab hain to MAI aur TUM alag kyun ?
khoon to laal hota hai nah
to ajj itna sufaid kyun ?
kyun apni zameen pe yeh zulum kyun
yeh khoon ka khel kyun ?
yeh watan se watan ki larai kyun ?"
:'(
yeh watan se watan ki larai kyun ?
yeh ilzam'taraishyan
yeh zeher se labay huay alfaz kyun ?
kyun apni zameen pe yeh zulum kyun
yeh khoon ka khel kyun ?
yeh watan se watan ki larai kyun ?
yeh sazaish'ein kaisi
yeh goli yeh banduk kyun ?
kyun apni zameen pe yeh zulum kyun
yeh shoor hai kaisa
yeh roonay ki awaz kyun ?
insan to sab hain to MAI aur TUM alag kyun ?
khoon to laal hota hai nah
to ajj itna sufaid kyun ?
kyun apni zameen pe yeh zulum kyun
yeh khoon ka khel kyun ?
yeh watan se watan ki larai kyun ?"
:'(
Raj thakeray slams bjp, praises congress
Mumbai, Nov 30: MNS chief Raj Thackeray, who was silent for the last three days, on Sunday criticised the BJP for "politicising" the Mumbai terror attacks and praised Congress President Sonia Gandhi for her restraint in the past in similar circumstances.In an open letter to the Chief Minister and Deputy Chief Minister, Raj said, "The filthy politicising by L K Advani and Narendra Modi after the deaths of Marathi policemen in terror attacks shows that you have an opposition that only indulges in opportunism and exploitation of people's plight."
"This is not a time to indulge in politics. Against this backdrop, one must concede, despite political differences, that the restraint showed by Sonia Gandhi at the time of attack on the Parliament was really commendable," the MNS chief said.
Hitting out at Shiv Sena, Raj said, "Going by the inhuman and dirty writing about Karkare and his ATS in the mouthpiece of a main opposition party a few days before the attacks, it has become impossible for the police to work without fear and in objective manner."
Just before the attacks, 'Samaana' editorials had targeted Karkare and ATS for probe into the Malegaon blast case.
"But Karkare and other 13 brave Marathi policemen's martyrdom shows that terrorism is not Hindu or Muslim," Raj said.
"I urge you this is a time to govern ruthlessly. To clear out the encroaching migrants, to carry out combing without mercy," he said.
:|...bastard!
http://www.chowk.com/articles/an-indian-muslim-shoaib-daniyal.htm
spent an hour reading all the comments that followed.things aren't going really great!
spent an hour reading all the comments that followed.things aren't going really great!
Saturday, November 29, 2008
All alone on the road,a little girl cried,
Right next to the place where her mother had died.
Her mother lay there in a pool of blood-
All that was left of terrorism's flood.
Chaos!Destruction!Misery prevailed!
As Fear its face slowly unveiled.
Here-there was fire,there-debris,
Innocents were trapped and none could flee.
A husband looked frantically for his beloved bride,
Fearing her to be lost in this evil tide.
A sister called out her dear brother's name,
But he too was won over in this cruel game!
A grandmother bemoaned the children she couldn't see,
'ah!poor child!you are gone before me!'
Friend lost friend,and soul lost soul,
The spirit was left,but,with a hole.
The work ofcourse,was done 'in the name of the Lord'
Or perhaps the nation-for that too is God.
And then ofcourse,their faith is strong and cause most just!
And that's enough reason to reduce all else to dust.
So what if innocent lives end?
So what if humanity's rules bend?
So what if blood is spilled?
So what if thousands are killed?
It is always 'THE CAUSE' that must never be forgotten!
So what if e'er a thousand ills are begotten?
For the sake of 'Faith',it must be done!
So what if Peace is replaced by the Gun?
But 'Men of God', you must now beware-
Your threats and actions now fail to scare!
Soon they'll know-you're just a Fraud!
Whether you be a countryman or from abroad.
When emotions rise high,Death scares us nought!
Rather pride rises for the Brave that have fought!
Rebellion,intolerance shows on our faces,
Serenity and Life gradually embraces.
And while the assassins are condemned to hell,
Must not a sound resonate in us as well?
Don't forget countrymen,the pain that we felt!
Nor that harsh blow with which we were dealt!
Never let it just a picture in the papers be,
Or atmost a cut-up for others to see-
Of how a little girl by her dead mother had cried,
And how all around her a pool of blood had dried.
Right next to the place where her mother had died.
Her mother lay there in a pool of blood-
All that was left of terrorism's flood.
Chaos!Destruction!Misery prevailed!
As Fear its face slowly unveiled.
Here-there was fire,there-debris,
Innocents were trapped and none could flee.
A husband looked frantically for his beloved bride,
Fearing her to be lost in this evil tide.
A sister called out her dear brother's name,
But he too was won over in this cruel game!
A grandmother bemoaned the children she couldn't see,
'ah!poor child!you are gone before me!'
Friend lost friend,and soul lost soul,
The spirit was left,but,with a hole.
The work ofcourse,was done 'in the name of the Lord'
Or perhaps the nation-for that too is God.
And then ofcourse,their faith is strong and cause most just!
And that's enough reason to reduce all else to dust.
So what if innocent lives end?
So what if humanity's rules bend?
So what if blood is spilled?
So what if thousands are killed?
It is always 'THE CAUSE' that must never be forgotten!
So what if e'er a thousand ills are begotten?
For the sake of 'Faith',it must be done!
So what if Peace is replaced by the Gun?
But 'Men of God', you must now beware-
Your threats and actions now fail to scare!
Soon they'll know-you're just a Fraud!
Whether you be a countryman or from abroad.
When emotions rise high,Death scares us nought!
Rather pride rises for the Brave that have fought!
Rebellion,intolerance shows on our faces,
Serenity and Life gradually embraces.
And while the assassins are condemned to hell,
Must not a sound resonate in us as well?
Don't forget countrymen,the pain that we felt!
Nor that harsh blow with which we were dealt!
Never let it just a picture in the papers be,
Or atmost a cut-up for others to see-
Of how a little girl by her dead mother had cried,
And how all around her a pool of blood had dried.
July 1999,the news of the first Kargil casualty among those we knew reached my ears.i hugged dad and cried for a really long time and then sat and prayed to God with all the faith of a nine-year old-please please pleeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaase don't send my daddy to Kargil!God was kind,he listened.Dad's regiment was apparently not full enough!Thank God for limited Kumaoni population!
The same overwhelming feeling got to me when i saw Maj. Sandeep's mother begging her husband to let her plant one last kiss on her dead son.her baby,her only child,her pride and joy now lying wrapped up in the Indian Flag.i don't remember the last time i cried so hard for another being.
In the India-Pakistan Friendship Community on Orkut,a furious blame game is going on.Indians blaming Pakis for obvious reasons and Pakistanis defending themselves by saying India should improve her security system as well.both are right and yet both are wrong.the irony is almost too much to bear.
It's a vicious circle that refuses to end.and i doubt if we have enough brave men to fight it out till the last.
The same overwhelming feeling got to me when i saw Maj. Sandeep's mother begging her husband to let her plant one last kiss on her dead son.her baby,her only child,her pride and joy now lying wrapped up in the Indian Flag.i don't remember the last time i cried so hard for another being.
In the India-Pakistan Friendship Community on Orkut,a furious blame game is going on.Indians blaming Pakis for obvious reasons and Pakistanis defending themselves by saying India should improve her security system as well.both are right and yet both are wrong.the irony is almost too much to bear.
It's a vicious circle that refuses to end.and i doubt if we have enough brave men to fight it out till the last.
A Soldier and a Gentleman
" live by chance
love by choice
kill by profession
In case,
I die in the battle zone
Box me up n send me home
Pin those medals up my chest
Tell my mom i did my best
Sweetheart you wouldnt cry
Soldier i was; born to die"
he felt a bullet whiz past his ear.Darn!one moment of carelessness nearly cost him his life!he wiped the sweat off his forehead and moved on stealthily along the corridor.At that moment his heart skipped a beat-his friend was lying dead on the floor battered with bullets.not now,he told himself fighting back tears,there will be time for grief later.there are people to be saved,a country to be served.now is not the time to cry.just a time to kill.he moved his friend's body to somewhere safe...well as safe as could possibly be,so that further bullets do not insult his martyrdom.
He emerged from the ruins.the media rushed forward to convey the nation's gratitude.he flashed a smile looked with tired eyes into the camera and modestly replied "yeh toh hamara farz tha!"
He sat back on his way home and let the tears fall.
love by choice
kill by profession
In case,
I die in the battle zone
Box me up n send me home
Pin those medals up my chest
Tell my mom i did my best
Sweetheart you wouldnt cry
Soldier i was; born to die"
he felt a bullet whiz past his ear.Darn!one moment of carelessness nearly cost him his life!he wiped the sweat off his forehead and moved on stealthily along the corridor.At that moment his heart skipped a beat-his friend was lying dead on the floor battered with bullets.not now,he told himself fighting back tears,there will be time for grief later.there are people to be saved,a country to be served.now is not the time to cry.just a time to kill.he moved his friend's body to somewhere safe...well as safe as could possibly be,so that further bullets do not insult his martyrdom.
He emerged from the ruins.the media rushed forward to convey the nation's gratitude.he flashed a smile looked with tired eyes into the camera and modestly replied "yeh toh hamara farz tha!"
He sat back on his way home and let the tears fall.
Friday, November 28, 2008
ryt!
is it lack of motivation?not enough Complan?not enough intelligence?too much lovelornity?WHAT is it that's making me not study at all?i mean,i haven't ever been your ideal student.But i've never been this careless!in the end,a week before the exam,my emergency bell has always always saved me!all i do is sit on orkut ALL day long!i'm going at the rate of minimum 500 scraps a day!
the worst part is,i am least bothered!I don't care what the consequences would be if i do badly!ofcourse there's the jackass i have fallen for to be blamed as well.sending me messages every two seconds-"i totally love her!","i totally totally love her","i totally totally totally love her"...ALL RIGHT!POINT TAKEN!and i'm just about to yell out of frustration when another gem comes up-"no!u knw wt?i hate her!she dusnt even lemme concntr8!shweyaaa...m flunkin:("...which in short reflect my emotions as well.then he decides messages aren't enough to bug the hell out of me n so he calls:-
dhuh-hiiiiiii
me-hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
dhuh-kunn(my name...v r dhuh +kunn=dhakkan!how apt!),m feelin very bad yaar!she's not well.she was coughing so bad yesterday!
*i am immediately hit by a coughing fit-NATURAL OFCOURSE*
dhuh-what happened to you?
me-nothing
dhuh-ok...so as i was saying*i feel ready to faint*,u think i should call and ask how she's doing?will that be desperate?you know what?Nibedita told me we are perfect for each other!she probably likes me as well!cool huh?
me(crying now-this is worse than the day he told me that if he doesnt get anyone by 28,i'm his backup plan!)-ya...way to go dhuh!very cool!
dhuh-you got a blocked nose or somethin?are you sure you're ok?you dont sound so good!
*my heart melts and breaks at the same time*
me-ya!m fine.i'll call ya in the evening ok?bye!
i keep before he can respond.intelligent as i am the first poem that i attempt to study is Properzia Rossi!all the crap about "unrequited love" gets to me and i relapse into silent tears again!
sigh!
the worst part is,i am least bothered!I don't care what the consequences would be if i do badly!ofcourse there's the jackass i have fallen for to be blamed as well.sending me messages every two seconds-"i totally love her!","i totally totally love her","i totally totally totally love her"...ALL RIGHT!POINT TAKEN!and i'm just about to yell out of frustration when another gem comes up-"no!u knw wt?i hate her!she dusnt even lemme concntr8!shweyaaa...m flunkin:("...which in short reflect my emotions as well.then he decides messages aren't enough to bug the hell out of me n so he calls:-
dhuh-hiiiiiii
me-hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
dhuh-kunn(my name...v r dhuh +kunn=dhakkan!how apt!),m feelin very bad yaar!she's not well.she was coughing so bad yesterday!
*i am immediately hit by a coughing fit-NATURAL OFCOURSE*
dhuh-what happened to you?
me-nothing
dhuh-ok...so as i was saying*i feel ready to faint*,u think i should call and ask how she's doing?will that be desperate?you know what?Nibedita told me we are perfect for each other!she probably likes me as well!cool huh?
me(crying now-this is worse than the day he told me that if he doesnt get anyone by 28,i'm his backup plan!)-ya...way to go dhuh!very cool!
dhuh-you got a blocked nose or somethin?are you sure you're ok?you dont sound so good!
*my heart melts and breaks at the same time*
me-ya!m fine.i'll call ya in the evening ok?bye!
i keep before he can respond.intelligent as i am the first poem that i attempt to study is Properzia Rossi!all the crap about "unrequited love" gets to me and i relapse into silent tears again!
sigh!
Thursday, November 27, 2008
aaaaaaaaand the last one!
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ok...i totally love dez guys!
shreya -- |
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ok...i totally love dez guys!
shreya -- |
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jeez!how'd they know?????
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