Random blabber

When you've got a heavy rock of sadness or misery on your heart. Go
ahead and carve some words out of it. You'll feel better. Yep.

Also,

Life would've been a meaningless air exchange, if there were no people
with us. Therefore, value your company. Apologize, make up, kiss and
patch up. Do anything, but never let go if it's in your control.

And...

Simplify life. Your mind is your enemy. Social networking triggers the
mind. The mind becomes so active, that it starts troubling you.
Therefore, get off Facebook/Twitter. I'm assuming that you've already
left poor Orkut. Lucky Orkut.

Blah. Blah. Show over.
Gah.

No matter what kind of relationship I make, I never forget to bond it
to myself with an emotional "quick fix"

I know when a person is fooling around with me, but I deliberately be
a dodo, because it's all worth it, worth the heartfelt bonds you make.

But sometimes, due to situations/circumstances/times, people move on.
Thereby ripping themselves away from the "quick fix" bond, I had with
them.

Leaving me with a burning sensation, as I try to feel the warmth of a
bond that once existed...

Maybe, this burning sensation is a price you pay for the bonds you make.

But love, friendship are worth everything, even if it means, diving
into an inferno.

Yep

...Let me just be a mirror, and witness whatever is happening...

...Once I see the light, I'll be transparent, and let it in...

Knots of the Past

There are times, when life tangles up, creating knots in the past.

The only way life will untangle back, is when those knots are undone.

For this, one has to wait as a part of him is tied to the knots of the
past, which may or may not be undone.

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What that meant?
#GoFigure
Also, a long long hiatus from social networking begins.
Also, I've realised that I shouldn't speak too much. Just be a like a
locked chest storing those valuable realisations. Yep.

Can't sleep.

Why?

And there's no answer.

I don't feel good. It's like my skull is burning like that "Ghost
rider" , fuelled by unfulfilled desires and too many regrets.

It's like someone just took away all the colour. Turning the state of
mind, into a greyish dark picture.

Nothing sparks happiness. I tried. Music stopped pleasing. Writing consoled.

Looking back, I realise that it was the same all this time. Maybe I
was supposed to walk the shadows. Yeah.

...or maybe, I've just lost all the patience I had.

I sense some sleep now.

See you on the other side, which is hopefully better, than this one.

Amen.

PS- I'm not re-checking what I wrote. Small minds can get amused by
the typos. All yours.

Random Rant

So I just thought of updating this space. Blabbering out questions that haunt my mind. I know these questions will stay here as words that don't make any sense, and will rot till the end of time. BUT , Words are all I have, Why not use em? Heh.

I don't know if many of you feel this incompleteness, that there's something, something missing. I might be one of those mindfucks in the world but I look around and almost everyone is as mindfucked as me. BLAH!

Is this the way of life, that as you move on, you'll get mindfucked eventhough if you look back at those times back again, you'll say "Ah, those were THE days"

This those-were-the-days realisation is a late comer.Maybe that's the rule of nature.

Maybe life is the resistance of mindfuck. Maybe.

Meanwhile the question that haunts me is....

What's missing?

THE Farewell letter....

Hello everyone,

I actually don't know how to begin this. But I'll try to make as short as possible.

You're probably here, because you either mentioned me , or DMed me to comment/suggest/request me about the fact that I'm deleting my account. Now, I may not know what made you call out to me one last time. Maybe because you read my self contradicting philosophies, my rants of the failed rockstar dreams I had, my super depressing thoughts triggered by my hopeless engineering degree or the ultra mushy thoughts of the average good-for-nothing guy that I am. Whatever may be the case, just the fact that you called out to me, makes me happy.

In real life, I might be a weird misfit, but on twitter I can be myself and let out the stream of my weird/wanna be/cliche philosophical thoughts. My tweets are just group of words spaced together, unless you don't read them. Those words might spark a feeling in you. If you feel my words, you feel me and the world is a little less lonely.

I won't end it with a happy april fool's day. But I'd like to spread out my arms and give each one of you a big tight hug so that you don't slaughter me.Yep.

I love you, you and you. Yep.


PS- Punkster101 has still more years to tweet and spam the inter webs. AMEN.