It is super difficult to find your glasses without your glasses.

who said life was fair?

compare the upload to download speed ratio

u'll know wat i mean.

it just occured to me..
of all the blogs i have read, including this, almost all of 'em have posts that relate to lonliness. ('i m alone. im sad.')
the question is WHY?
we r 6 billion strong, is it still hard to find company? or is it that we all derive some sort of saddistic pleasure out of being alone, and then blog about it?
I mean WHAT?? !!

Once upon a time there was a man....

Now there are 3 billion of them.

i wish i cud fly
i cud fly, into the winter sunset
to the horizons unbeckoned
in the unsetteling wanton wind
in the praise of the glorious stars
in the intoxicating solitude of the Blue
i wish i could fly to infinity's calm.
where theres a storm abrew.


Gloria....Gloria..
make me feel alright...yeah.


xams.
disarrayed thoughts.
damned.
doomed.

LOVE IS FAR MORE THAN JUST PROCLAMATION.

Me to You.

hello young man,
i don't believe we have met.
but i know about you,
i know wat you wish to do.

life runs after you
yet you choose to end the strife
end your imagined plight.
death beckons me
i pine to thrive on life.
it may even take me
but not without a fight.

is it the mirth in surfeit?
or all the idle time you get,
to make yourself miserable with sufficiency
conjuring a sickness in your head?

has life been too easy for you to live?
do you not value what it has to give?

we hang by the same silver cord
why do you look to let go
why do you seek to dissapear?
just because you are too bored?

we are very similar you and I
but we have two different eyes
in which revolves the world
to two different sides.

i have a proposal to make
do think it through
I want to be you.
Would you be me?

bourne.

it never ceases to amaze me how deplorable bollywood seems every time i watch a good hollywood movie. but the comparison is not the point here .
i just watched The Bourne Ultimatum and i liked every bit of it.
its gripping through and through. starts off as a chase and ends in one. Not to mention both of them unsucessful.
every move is meticulously done, thoroughly realistic chases and crashes.
it has some of the best hand to hand combat sequences ive seen yet.
i wont go on with the praise as one tends to get baised doing so.

we finally get to know the real name of bourne fr sure. Its David Webb.


Go watch it. :)

this is Jim.

nice girls dont xplode, but nice fones do.

have a nokia fone?
read on

turn it off.
read on

take out the battery
read on

if its a 'BL-5C' type,
it might just explode and burn ur face
the next time ur taking to somebody...anybody.
go through the following link to c if ur fone might xplode or not.
enuf of the scare. the site tells you how to make sure.
njoy n talk safe.
http://www.nokia.com/batteryreplacement/en/

jefferson airplane.

u all must absolutely listen to:

somebody to love
white rabbit
white bird
today
embryonic journey(instrumental).

one minute nirvana.

heres something i'd like you to try at your own risk.
hyperventilate yourself.
that is to say take rapid, deep breaths for lets say about two minutes.
(this part charges your blood with extra oxygen.
this oxygen comes in handy, and ur like a rabbit on viagra.)
the hyperventilating makes you feel on the edge, sort of, at least.
alot more aware. alot more alert.
now all that extra oxygen allows you to do many things.
heres one. hold your breath (dont breathe for as long as you can).
and if u've hyperventilated u'd probably be able to hold on to it fr well above a minute.
now close ur eyes. with ur mind already numb with the rapid breathin,
and your eyes closed, take away the sight ad the destraction too,
you have one helluva sensation. devoid of almost everything.
theres ur heartbeat (cant do much abt that) and a clear numb mind, and that very precious
one-minute.
its a minute of clarity. its a one minute nirvana.

a word of caution: i do not know of the risks involved with hyperventilation.

Describing Mary

as the warmth of the morning
coaxes me out of sleep
i can hear her soft stepping
ushering love, fathomlessly deep

she speaks,
she speaks ever so gently,
yet her words never go unheard
for who can disregard an angel
or a timid chirping of a bird

theres a fragrance that surrounds her
like a blanket of wild flower petals
an aroma that spreads life all around her
and one wiff send me to a dizzy ecstacy
a smell that lingers forever.

her caressing touch is golden
unlike the richest silk i have felt
with tenderness of a new leaf,
or of a mother's love,
with warmth that would have any heart melt

theres an enigma to her whole being
with such simplicity in thought and action
yet the grandness too, is never concealed
its something u couldn't get without seeing.

you ask me how she looks
i say, beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder"
and since i have no eyes
there is no one place where her beauty lies
for me her beauty isn't confined
its imagined perfection in my mind.
eternal.

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i like this one :)

benign faith doesnt hurt.

have u ever had a feeling where it seems that u were just brought into existance. Ans all that you know, all you have lived, all your experiences, have just been placed there, in your head.
and you have this "did-i-just forget-to-breathe" kind of feeling. You utter out your own name, and it seems like "who is that? is that my name....oh yeah..thats me", yet that unfamiliarity lingers deep within your guts...


ah..its raining again.....rain is gud. rain is pure. rain is melancholy...
and more importantly it relieves the heat. :)

The Usual Shades of Grey.

in the back door alley
lived a little boy
with his heroes in his pocket
and thoughts of achilles and troy

mama taught him to be a good boy
never to do bad
but it never was that simple
the things he wanted
that, he could never have had

he grew up to be young and strong
but it was not like before
he had grown a sense of right and wrong
but lost sight of the ideals he had
and to mama's dismay
he wasnt white or black
just another shade of grey

he had children a girl and a boy
the same boy that he once had been
ideals, those tiny eyes had seen
heartful, content, he jumped in joy

but birds fly and children go away.
why was it all so familiar
his children had followed his sway
time always has its own way

and now in his after years
he laments the loss of childhood
loss of innocence, color, fears
he turns to gaze at the weeping sky
pitter-patter, no blue, no hue, up high
its a rainy day of may
just another shade of grey
just like his parched skin
just like everything
grey
grey...

silence is the sound of inevitability.

oh my god! they killed kenny. you bastards!

for fucks sake! make them stop. theres only so much a person can take.
an off the record quote frm a prof. who unfortunately happens to take one f my courses.
this is wat he said:
" at iit, and especially iit kanpur we do not teach frm books. we write books." (pffff..) (and he said the word 'book' with such utter contempt, u'd wonder if he was talking about communism.)

another thing. one of my friends today got umm... whipped in the ass , so to speak. he had his registration rejected by a computer. talk about modernization. one of his open elective courses has a timing clash,... in the computer, of course. there is no real clash, and so he is in some real shit. the SUGC aka Sanghi has this to say. "i can bypass the whole problem and relieve u of your woes"(of course he didnt say it exactly like this...m making him sound gud.)"but i wont. there r many who are suffering, consider yourself to be one of them." dig that.

'we need great golden copulations.' - morrison

now my friend is perhaps going to enjoy an underloaded semester....cheers you lucky bastard.

South park makes for a good watch. that is if you r comfortable with words. all kinds of words.

frm southpark:

"hey chef...how do you make a woman like you more than any one else.?
thats simple...all you gotta do is find the tiscrloi ( tip: its an anagram).
chef wats a tiscrloi(the anagram again)?"

hahaha

you know wat... all this getting screwed up, its kind of a habit. and habit, my dear friend, is a shirt made of iron. :P

i really write crap..
heres more of jim's line to save the post...

" i had a splitting headache from which the future's made"
"out here in the perimeter there r no stars. out here we is stoned immaculate."
"you cannot petition the lord with prayer."
"indian indian what did you die for? the indian says .. nothig at all."


" i am the lizard king i can do anything."

LAZE

I'd like to lie down
till the colors fade
i'd like to lie down motionless
theres nothing to dissuade
i'd like to be free
i'd like to be free

in the stillness of a sunset i'd lie
in the tranquill breeze
in dusks embrace
beneath the stary, laced , mild-blue sky.

closed eyes are too much pain
cuz then thoughts run wild
i need to be calm
i need to be placid
i need to be mild

dialated pupil
eyes focussed on infinity
lungs filled with smoke
doors are opened no more simplicity

i realize i'm not meant for big things
i am content with wat i have
i am an individual
enclosed in singularity

this calm this lull
its a steady state of being
an unbiased way of seeing
an unfelt feeling
its where i 'm headed
its where m going.

i'd like to be a star in the sky
singular constant..aahhh....