So there. Finally time's moving it arse a bit faster.

Gonna be a long day tomorrow. Luck is needed.

Oh and...This. Is. Sparta. Yep.

Can I just dust my hands off, and say that I'm tired of this world?
Okay if I will.
Then someday, I'd want to indulge in this world again, as it's so
tempting and invites us with all it's materialistic illusions.

Conclusion- You can't escape the world. You'll be a sucker for materialism. Yep.

Hence, you're doomed. Yep.

..Oh and... You never know it with a girl.

Yep. You can analyse how her mind works. She hides a lot of
expectations, thoughts and opinions under a curtain. Over analysing a
women's mentality just complicates the entire situation.

As I always say-

Layers and layers of emotions...
And you never know which one is true...
That's a women for you....

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All this was meant to go on twitter. But thankfully I'm off twitter.
Therefore, my blog gets some love making by the crap that cooks up in
my head. Gah.

Gah...

...when the day comes to an end. When the cricket match is over, When
the movie gets over and you throw those empty popcorn holders...When
all the worldly distractions come to an end...

...Our ugly lives smile at us, and reality sneaks in our conscious...

That's when we go- "Gah?!"

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Life's a 2.75/5.

First battle day after tomorrow.

Random rant- Please shoot my expectations. Please. =(

Gah.

....And there was love....

...and there was love, something which made two lives beautiful. When
two people willing to share their happiness, sorrow, shit and even
their bed come together. Two universes are complete.

...And what a beautiful emotion it is. The unwillingness of that jaw
to stop smiling. The changing of your face into a red coloured tomato.
Ah, and many many more countless instances, beautifying this emotion.

...BUT THEN...

A materialistic world came up, which brought "money" into focus.
Making us money hungry dogs.

There was also television and electronic entertainment, which showed
us faces buried under layers of make up. Making us lust hungry
animals.

..and finally a society, which laid down a system on everything. how
to raise a child, how the lady should leave her birth place, religion,
caste, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, blah, blah, blah, blah.

...SO...

Under this heap of shit. Love lost it's meaning.
Only to be found in, love songs, mushy movies and displayed by Aamir
Khan dancing in slow mo.

GAH.

Midnight Drizzle

2.45 am. It's raining.
There is little sleep in my eyes. Very little.
I can hear raindrops dropping on the shed in my balcony.
These rains take me places, through my thought process.
Making me think of could be's, or how would life be if "this" was
little "that" way.
These rains also remind me of "her". Filling me up with loneliness and
solitude at the same time.

It maybe raining outside. But i'm drenched in my thoughts, memories and dreams.
The next morning, skies will clear and life will begin.
But tonight i'll try to sleep in this light drizzle of my memories.

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Life's a 3/5.
Time's moving like a lazy grandpa turtle.
I need march 12 soon.
Gah.

Too. Much. Mindfuck. Happening.

To Her...

I see in her, a girl. A girl who wants to be heard.

She may be the talk of the town. She may be bitchy. But at the end, of
the day there's a child in her who wants some attention. I see it in
her.

She does not want any random person fall for her make up filled face.
She wants someone to just stand by her, and listen to her talk
endlessly through the night...

Behind a mask of beauty she hides a girl,
Who just wants to be heard.

===

I dedicate this post to this girl I know. I'm not really fond of her.
But i actually know what she's all about.

Heh.

Btw life's a 2.5/5. "Digital Signal Processing" is giving me a hard time.

4 battles in all. 1st, 3rd, 8th and the 12th.

Luck is needed. Yep.

Later.

Random Mumbo Jumbo

People move on, it's the rule of life and it's a tragedy too.

Yes, people move on. Sadly.

Life started as a single journey. It'll end as a single journey too.
Which makes everything in between, seem meaningless.

The reason life is regarded as a tragedy is coz we're all alone.

Send me to a universe, where you permanently pair with someone. Erm.
With an option to detach too, you know, just in case.

Anyhow,

Me. I'm waiting for March 12. Yep.

Life's good. Yeah.

Staying away from the internet uncomplicates life. Internet always
shows you what's unreal, it gives you an unreal complication in your
head. I've noticed it.

Some half mad scientist should research on this. Gah.

Btw life's a 3/5

I love you, for leaving comments. Yep. It's like someone lightly
patted on my head. So yeah.

Anyhow. There's work to be done. Let's gulp Mountain Dew and get started.

Shut up and hang on!

The world's going crazy in it's race.

The mad mad race, leading to endless pursuits , which ultimately lead
to nothing.

We THINK that talking to him/her will make us happy, but no! He/she is
stuck with his/her shit.

We THINK that killing time over the internet will help us . But NO! It
only shows us a world that's doing better than us.

We THINK , THINK AND THINK.

Just. Stop. Thinking.

Let's just stay in this moment. Face the shit. Without having to call
someone. Without having to crib about it, over the internet.

...And once the shit is over. There'll be this feeling of ecstacy,
you'll encounter. Yep.

Conclusion-

Hang on. Face shit. Wait. Let ecstacy come to you.

I called the world mad, in the beginning of this post.

Maybe I'm mad too.

Gah.

Btw life's a 2/5. Heh.

I-was-a-jackass

Ever read your old writings?

Ever felt that funny , embarrassing feeling creeping into you outta nowhere?

I call it the I-was-a-jackass feeling.

I experienced it today, while turning the pages of my diary.

I also know that someday I'll read this post and that feeling will
strike me again.

Gah.

PS- Life's a 3/5. A slight relief.

My Life

My life constitutes of-

A harder to face reality.

All the love happening only in movies and songs.

People failing to understand you, or not even trying.

Life not seeming to get any better , any time soon.

...And finally...
Some hope always creeping into those dark corners of my heart.

That's life. My miserable, Worn out, Redundant life.

It maybe a lot of things. But it's my life. Yep.

Gah.

...Waiting....

Writing here, after a long long time. There's always stuff to rant
about, but there's hardly any time to write it down.

Let's get to the point now. I don't remember for how long I've been in
this present phase of my life. It's been like ages. I mean I think
I've started being over critical about everything. Maybe. Or maybe
it's coz my new found Internet presence. I really don't know.

I'm just waiting for this phase to pass. Hearing time, tell it's
story. What I wonder is that, once I get out of this phase, will I
change?

I actually think that it's the circumstances that mould you, into who
you are. But does Re-moulding happens. Or do you become that permanent
jack ass, waiting for a miracle to happen.

Maybe I'm just thinking too much!

Gah!

PS- Really don't know, if I'll write here again or not. Writing is
happening on other blogs too.

Oh and the new story blog
www.bloodybloodybrainstew.blogspot.com

Go give it a sniff !

Oh and currently life's a 2/5. I'll keep passing on this rating. Gah.