Taking The Plunge..

I see a fiery ocean.

Happiness is somewhere on the other side.

I gotta swim through.

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After some 50 days of consecutively blogging every day.

Let see if I can keep this blog rolling.

For now, I'm taking a plunge in hell.

I will see you on the other side.

Confused..

Sometimes, I don't know what's right or what's wrong...

Feel like a stranger all along...

What is it, that I want?

Today I want this..

Tomorrow I want that...

Happiness, satisfaction or something else..

Don't really know what really fits...

Life is confusing...

Or am I confused...

Maybe I should just sleep...

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I wrote with a writer's block.

Disaster. Ha. Ha.

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.. =)

You remember the time, when you laughed at just about anything. With
tears streaming down your cheek, you would somehow manage to smile.
That innocence. That energy. That spark. We lose it somewhere down the
line.

Its never too late to discover it. We're just too scared about the
world. About not looking like a fool. Gah. I say screw the world!

Today after college. While me and my gang were waiting for our cab to
arrive. I joked "Come on, lets play ringa ringa roses!". The girls
actually took me seriously and within no time we had formed a little
circle. The guys felt weird but we laughed our ass off.

We were surrounded by our juniors, who looked at us in shock. But we'd
gone mad and we hardly cared.

The little game was followed by Tug of war, Chain chasing and all
those games which we played when that "Spark" was alive in us.

Yes. We were the senior most students of our college. Yes. The passer
bys thought, we'd gone mad. But we hardly cared.

As for some moments, we were children. We didn't know how bad the
world was. We hardly cared. We smiled at life and life smiled at us.

Go ahead. Freak out. Be a kid.

Because kids are happy. You should be happy too.

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Reject...

Like anything, even our lives are diverse. Yes. Lives which could be
thought as stock market graph.

Inspirational lives, with graphs taking a steep dip and then rising
from a point.

Normal lives, with a steady graph, a straight line. Little dips here
and there. But a uniform straight line.

Extra ordinary lives, with mountain like figures. Very rare dips.

In the end, there's also a graph of a Reject, or a person the world
likes to call a "loser".

The graph is steeply moving downwards. There's no bottom point.

Like in the movies, the "Reject" aint that lucky. Thanks to his
misfortunes and imperfections. Imperfections that make him a human.

With the practical bunch of people bragging about "Hardwork" ,
"Determination" and other pretty pretty words.

A reject knows that all these things are just make believe. Nothing
happens against HIS will. The reject also knows how luck can fuck you
up.

..But the story is incomplete...The reject keeps walking as his graph
steeply moves down. He does not know the bottom most point of this
steep fall.

The falling graph may tell you a lot about a Reject's life. But it
does not tell you something that remains constant in him.

"Hope"

And

"A desire to be loved"

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Randomness...

After rolling the blog consecutively for so many days now. I feel a little lazy. Guess thats just normal. But this blog will roll no matter what happens. Even if people read or not. Gah.

So yes. I wanted to talk about a different subject today but I guess I'll just go on telling you random stuff about my life. *You can press the close button right now, if you want to*

I finally managed to install Linux on my PC and its great! A refreshing new change as compared to the old bitch Windows. So yes Linux is fast and smooth. The only bad thing is that it does not run my DAW (Digital Audio Workstation) , But I guess Ill sort that out so that I can continue with my music too.

I watched a movie today! Its called "Anjaana Anjaani" ! Despite of harsh reviews against it, I quite liked it. I mean even if any movie has a little bit of meaning in it and it can strike a chord with my heart. Its a thumbs up from my side.


This movie was about two strangers meeting and discovering that you can find a million reasons to die. But to live, only one reason is enough. A reason called Love. *Sob*








I love Priyanka Chopra.


So an awesome day was about to come to an end , and this lady in my neighbourhood spoils my mood. Gah. I hate people who poke their nose into other people's life. Ha.

Like I always say I'm a wolf.


*howls*

A Lovely Song By A Lovely Lady..

I decided to put up a song as today's blogpost.

Lyrically, the song does not mean anything. Its just various moments , instances from Norah's life.

Don't know why I love this song so much. Its got a warm melody.

Also, its quite interesting how they've interpreted every word of the song in the video.

Enjoy!

PS- Ahhh! Isn't she beautiful! That's surely a kind of girl you'd like to spend the rest of your life with! =P

The Munching Saint...

So another weekend comes to an end. A weekend where I distracted my
mind to a whole new dimension, discovered how good I was at scrabble
and how it feels to not "feel" anything life wants you to feel.

It all ended with a dinner I had in this nice restaurant. My cousin is
in town. Took my family out. Intelligent guy he is. A graduate from
London School of Economics. Knows everything about everything in this
world.

Restaurants are mostly about large families, munching their food while
trying to talk, or about mommys trying to stop their babys from
crying.

In a restaurant, many times you encounter men sitting in corners,
alone. Peacefully munching their food with a "numb" expression.

I saw a similar man today. Fat he was. Fat like hell. He was quietly
munching his food in one corner. His expression told me, that he
hardly cared about the world.

There was something about the expression. I saw a weird kind of
satisfaction in it. A feeling which comes when you've seen almost
everything in life.

I've always been curious to break the circle of a regular life. Go to
restaurants alone, and munch my food in cozy corners.

Just to see how it feels, when you've got no one to give a damn about.

Gah.

PS- I know I'm crazy.

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The Unexplored Universe...

Weekends come and weekends go. We make plans. Go out, eat, watch
movies. Come home tired and go to sleep.

Eventually, even the weekend becomes like a weekday where you end up tired.

I always say, weekends should be respected. Go easy on yourself.

Lock the main door. Make some coffee. Switch on some soft jazz music.
Prepare some hot water in that bath tub.

Shut yourself to the outside world. Open the doors inside yourself.

That's what even the saints do. They go to a secluded place. Shutting
themselves to the outside world. Entering the universe inside them and
start living there forever.

Coz inside all of us there's a larger universe. Waiting to be
explored. A universe where there's "You" and "Your happiness". Go
explore it , its never too late.

PS- Blogpost inspired from a Saturday spent in laziness and
meditation(read as "Sleep")

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The Touch...

We never talked. Our eyes rarely met. But a spark would be ignited
whenever we caught a glimpse of each other.

She used to quietly come and sit beside me. I always had to swallow my
dry throat. As we both began writing our papers, fulfilling a
formality they call "tests".

On passing the question sheet, my hand would accidently touch hers. A
shiver would then, run down my spine.

As if somebody has touched my heart. A lonely heart which skipped a beat or two.

A touch which connected with my soul, even if it was for a spilt
second. Making me feel complete.

The world talks about love at first sight.

I experienced a touch...
Which brought me to life...
For a second or two...
After which I began living a dream again...

Gah.

PS- Very cliche. Can't help it.
*runs away*

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