The Spiral

There was a girl
who lived awhile.
Her life was good,
but not without cries.
People are contagious, people are weak.
People need people and so did she.
Time passed by, she found someone,
who witnessed her life and helped her some.
She did too, time and again,
it was spiral, it became a game.
Then came a few more, worth the wait,
but the spiral was only half made.
So she moved and found a new town,
the more she tried, the more she frowned.
Then came the day, when they called,
thats when she knew, the spiral had stalled.
Going nowhere and yet far away,
when she woke up, it was still another day.

Bright sunshine, luminous moon
give her hope, give it soon.
Cloudy skies, lightening and thunder
these are days that make her wonder.
Now she has only one thought,
Two words - Spiral out.

The Life of Others.

Indeed seems interesting.
Indeed looks amusing.

Then there were those few who knew it was just a phase. Get drunk, get high and at night its time to go. And in the day they all walk away. Each to his own, life is weirdly potrayed.

More noises, more silence, whichever way the wind blows, over rocks, over lakes, over mere mortals who were underdosed.

Point at stars, blow the candles, blow the smoke. Random barks as people silently go. Alseep a few, cold were some. Lights disappeared as morning had come.

Green grass, White cheese, some water, some ease. A house was something to which people come and go, nobody cares, nobody knows.

Large lands full of people, some get to sit, cause the rest of them - only spit. Talk about thoughts, some need to breathe. They think a lot, they need to live.

Walk across darkness, sleep beneath beds, the Life of Others is merely half said.

Song for home.

People sing all these songs
But for me its been so long
Just one place i wanna be
Home is all i wanna see.

I want a blue moon sky,
One that breathes and one that sighs
I want that place of mine,
It makes me grin and makes me smile.

People sometimes, they ask me this,
So, what is it that you miss?
That one place which brings me bliss
My Life and everything it is.

I want a blue moon sky,
One that breathes and one that sighs
I want that place of mine,
It makes me grin and makes me smile.

When I wander down the roads i feel,
something missing, something unreal
Then I trip to memory lane
And remember, that sweet smell of rain.

I want a blue moon sky,
One that breathes and one that sighs
I want that place of mine,
It makes me grin and makes me smile.

:)

Sigh.. Home..

Things i hope/wish/want to do.

In no particular order:

* Float on the Dead Sea

* Visit atleast 3 Wonders of the World

* Go Paint balling with a big gang of friends

* Go to a Metallica concert - DONE! :D

* Ride a thoroughbred horse

* Get to sit in a Lamborghini (LP - 560 if possible)

* Witness an amazing sunset on the beach with friends - done

* Learn to play the drums

* Bitch slap someone ( Hannah Montana/Paris Hilton... )

* Get a life-changing haircut

* Live outside (alone)

* Write a book

* Go on a road trip - done <3

* Be a kickass psychologist

* Drink champagne

* Witness a miracle


* Think of more things to put here.

Cheers!

My week so far.

Im bored and irritated.
Also hungry.

-yawn-

Time to get to work in an empty house.

Level 20 with a Tire iron it is.

Oh we graduated. Yay.

random thunkings.

When you wake up in the morning, what’s your first thought? When you listen to my voice what do you hear? Will there be more days to pass by silently or sleepless nights? You will dance today for the world is yours. Or you make it seem so. Tomorrow again, you look for me. And soon you will push me into day before. For again, your day will come to dance, dear child and dance you shall. You will build your own world and dream your own dreams. I will be needed no more – to push or to keep. So I will stand now, my child. I will go. There is no business here. You will look at me for no answers.

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You know what you think, I merely see it. I am that shiny silver part of your room, in front of you now. I see what you see, and yet we both know to hide it well. Some days you wake up and you like what you see. Those are the days I like too. Some days you don’t even need to look and I can still see you. I reflect you faithfully. Some days I look away and you pull me towards you. You force me to look. And then I see it. I see you. I see me. I see our life.

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You feel mad today. Just like yesterday and the day before. You think it shall never change. I see your world, but only sometimes. Dear child, the waiting will end. But I do not know what happens after. Nor does he and nor will she. I stay with you today, I give you hope. Tomorrow, I shall be on my way. Looking in the opposite direction, when life moves forward, maybe fun. You neither know the way nor the destination. But you shall arrive. And somebody else will show you what lies yonder. Among the trees is a place. It’s broken down but can be mended. It is not yours. But one day it will be. That day you shall turn and head back the way you came and remember - It was fun.

*************

You drink and dance. You hear the music in you. You close your eyes and see her face, her sad smile. Next to her you see the writing. The beautiful words embrace your mind. You feel him kneel down beside you, you are about to do the same. You pray with all your heart, he is too. You stand and feel the raindrop, you feel her presence. You smiled that day. Then you wished and prayed again. Only this time you just saw her sad smile. Your wish came true, your prayers were answered. Open your eyes dear child, your angel stands far. Smile your sad smile, for you wished for those beside you and he left her flowers.

***************

You talk from far away. You wish you were here. Days pass without your presence. I feel you no more. Your smile makes me smile and your words make me believe. But I will see you no more. It is you. It is me. It is the world around us. It is them. For you, I hope we meet someday. For you, dear child, I will look away. For you, my brother, I will wait. For you, dear friend, I will write.

Random

So its been awhile. I switched to the good ole pen and paper sometime ago, seemed more inspiring. :)

Neighbours fighting as usual. Its so funny listening to them. The little 6year old kid shouts at everybody in the end.

So Avial was good fun. So was the Simpsons Clue! :)

Mysore getaway. I love the zoo and the only gorilla our nation hosts...

Still want to go bowling...! :(

April was a good month actually. Many birthdays, quick getaways, random fun days, brownies, music and of course, the rain! Oh and I voted too! And i cooked and cleaned! April's been a very productive month.


Ok. Attention span is over. Found new distraction. Mission incomplete.

But cheers anyways!

The Sims life.

There were days when we thought life was getting too monotonous. We wake up in the morning, we get ready, we rush to college. We sit in class, and we sit in class and we sit in class. Some nice food and some lame jokes in between. Some books to read and some music.

Then came the PMS and the blehs. Sometimes it was cause of other people, sometimes it was because of this monotony of college. No wonder most of us didn't tear up during farewell. It was still part of the schedule. It was still a part of that life. The Sims Life.

When you play that game you realise how addicting it is. Its the same thing you make your Sim character do over and over again. And yet, its so very addicting. It is so like life. We do the same things everyday. Sure, we earn some skill points and make friends and all that, but its still the same addicting game. Over and over again.

We got pissedd off with that sameness. We got bleh. And now we realise how much it shall be missed. No more college. No more waking up early in the morning or late and rushing/ripping to make it on time. No more reading books in class and pulling peoples leg. No more Sum food and khakra. No more headphones in ears. No more random class gossip, no more weird fat teachers. The Sim life, or rather, that Sim life is over.

Now what? Finding new things to do, new ways to pass time, to occupy ourselves. No assignments, research projects to use as excuses. All the work you never had time for and always wanted time to do can be done now. But wait, what were all those things?!

So anyways, now we have time to clean rooms, cook food, play random games, meet old friends, wake up late and be very jobless.

Yenjoy.

Cheers!

PS: if anybody bored and jobless, put call. We shall do keeda.
Sigh. Somethings never change...

On everything.

Another chapter comes to an end... College is over. Everyone is realising it slowly. One last time to do this, one last chance to do that.

Church Street Inn is a fun place to hang out at.

Slam books to be filled, photos to be taken, people to be missed.

A Really Happy Birthday!

A Simpsons research paper.

Gokarna? Yes? Nein?

.... till the magic lasts.

Rain!

Shopping purple. Some food and some fun... A Lot of sun!

A blog post on moi!


On booze and coffee, on chocolate and milk. On chances and happiness, on thoughts and wishes. On people and days, on papers and blehs. On parties and cakes, on friends and smiling faces. On status msgs, on weird made up stories. On moments and magic, on hopes and maybes. On you, and you and you.


This blog post is on Everything.

Cheers!

For the medallion

A few words at the end of the hunt. good times and some.


White words will show you some
running around will be fun
find nature, find magic
black letters are not so tragic.

they don't end and yet they do
if you reach, you're one of the few
talk to them, it really helps
karma points and the ice melts.

Imagination, in your hand
if you pleased her you're the man
so then smile, eat some food
it really does help the mood.

the waiting gets tough
Patience is rough
and shadows play
with what the words must say.

Blossoms and butterflies, stars and days
when you're in there, it's in your face
what you read, what you saw
what you know is all you got.

Before you know it, its all over
it's somebody else who's somewhere lower
hugs and hopes, smiles and smokes
where's the pillow, where's the poke.

Now, sleep, eat, do something else
tomorrow is another test
soon something else may come our way
till then... well... nothing more to say.


Cheers!

A Post.

What to blog about?

Its the next year, its a successful birthday, its happy moments, its random shitty papers.
Its mint lemon rasam, its smile smile gifts, its bonding peoples, its time to sleep.

The beginning of the year is always an interesting time. Things happen... Or not.

Its That time of the year i feel all aww about things... My birthday just does that. There are a lot of people out there who don`t get the point of birthdays and the deal. But I dont give a damn bout them. Birthdays are special to me. I like the fact that I was born. I like the fact that You were born... well, a few of you atleast. :D

Some people you spend time with and yet it doesn`t seem enough. Some people are just so nice to talk to. And some people don`t even need to talk. They.just.know... Weird.

I Do have a few "special mentions" in my life. Friends who matter to me, who make a difference. But they know who they are. The happy person, the best friend, the two storytellers [and rant], the elitist foofer, the somberi pillion, the smileys.
Oh man! I just reminded me of another blogger who gives weird names to people on her blog. But really, I like these names ok! :) And plus its a one-time thing only.

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Being curious can be a good thing. But it depends on what you are curious about. As always, its people for me. You learn new things about the human mind and its strange ways of working everyday! Why DO people behave so strangely sometimes?

People meet people, people hang with people. Then sometimes, people really don`t get people. Thus, they move on. Find another with which they bond... But, its never that simple is it?

People are complicated. I like Calvin better. :)

Is it bright where you are?
Have the people changed?
Does it make you happy you`re so strange..

Cheers!