Tuesday, November 9, 2010

DRUMROLL!!!


One high moment, no external agents needed… simply existence.
The eyes flutter like butterflies before eventually shutting down, and the body seems to float as if on a cloud.
Breathing is difficult as if constrained by the surrounding emptiness.
The cause invigorates senses, which eventually lead into overpowering frenzied ecstasy.
A cold fear, gripped by the irrationality, uncertainty, and unpredictability of what shall happen the next moment.
An atmosphere which could send chills down the spine on sand dunes under the scorching overlooking sun.
Like a magnet, where an apparent attraction seems to repel the moment it gets too close.
Like the horizon, where dreams and reality seem to mingle, giving birth to the illusion that translation of dreams into something more real might actually be possible.
Where nothing is wrong and nothing is right, it is only the exhilarating existence that matters any more.
A moment when wonder, pure joy, guilt, responsibility, expectancy, sin, numbness, hesitancy and safety… together nascence something perfect which was seemingly inconceivable.

It is the ONE intense moment which renders the impossible existence of a being of insanity in heaven.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

TOP 10 CHEEZIEST LINES!!!! :-D

10. I am worried about you.

What it actually means- I am worried if you are okay and I can still get that job done which I have been meaning to.

9. I care about you.

I care about whether you blurted out what we spoke about/did when you were all cracked up in your head. Coz if you did, you’re a goner. And if you didn’t, well, it better stay that way pal!

8. I love the way you smile.

What it actually means- You smile is so weird. I am yet to figure out why you call that facial expression a smile at all.

7. I will always be by your side.

What it actually means- I’ll be right there as long as you’re treating me to food, booze and cigarettes, not to mention giving me an ear to listen to all the extra important world saving shit that I must utter.

6. You are the best person I have ever met.

What it actually means- Yeah, you’re ok just till the sexy girl/cute guy comes along my way.

5. I dream about you.

What it actually means- I’m just saying this to strike up a topic. I’m bored.

4. You are the one for me.

I haven’t found anyone dumb enough to listen to all the shit I gotta say. You’ll do till I find someone better whom I can actually bear listening to.

3. We will always be together. We will never say goodbye to each other.

What it actually means- Shut your depressing talks up. I’m sick of you already.

2. I miss you.

What it actually means- You crossed my mind when I saw that object that you gave me. So I thought I’ll just make a generalized statement to make you happy.

1. 11. I love you.

Need anything really be said???!!!! :-D

Monday, April 26, 2010

Nostalgic...


Gone are those times when bunking classes was a huge deal, becoming the monitor of the class was something to take pride in, being the teacher’s pet was considered as an opportunity, chasing after friends for food in their Tiffin was a job to do, getting irritated when someone grabbed our usual luncheon spot, getting a pâté as a birthday treat was more than enough, and exams were something to be afraid of.

Gone are the days, when we used to practice for hours on end in the music room for the upcoming assembly, where we pulled each other’s legs for no reason at all and shut up as soon as the principal entered for fear of being heard, bunking class no matter what way, even if it meant spending 35 minutes in the bathroom, playing truth and dare, talking about sex as if was dirty, and when paying attention even while playing around in the class came naturally.

Practicing for hours for the inter-house dramas, visiting every class to collect names of participants for athletic events, juniors begging for their names to be put in an event because they too wanted to run, where stage fright was dreadful and even worse when you froze on stage, people who made fun if you talked to a member of the opposite gender, staring at the teachers as if they were aliens if we saw them in a departmental store or a mall, and so so so much more which is never to be seen again.

Gone are the times, when we took school for granted. Gone are the times when we knew we had to meet each other the next morning. Gone are the times when everyone was dressed in uniforms, so there was no question of deciding every morning what was to be worn that day. Gone are the moral science and the EVS classes. Gone are the chemistry lab experiments. Gone are the skeletons in the biology labs. Gone is the time.

All that is seen now, is exams on the head, assignments to be handed in, living with roommates, working nights out to complete the course, getting up groggy and going to class, going to the mess in night clothes to eat food and dumping yourself down anywhere, finishing the dreadful meal and going back to sleep.

Now we only miss ‘Those Days’ when we were little and dreamt of growing up. We miss those days, the tiny fights, and the little incidents. We never thought they would be half as important to us ever in future. The play practices, the volleyball matches, the sports day parade, the school fete. It all vanished in a jiffy and we never found out.
And now we only cry and long to have those moments back. We wish that there was just 1 more day, to stand height wise in the assembly line, and say the prayer with one eye open once again, sing the school song once again, have our not too polished shoes checked once again, and fiddle around with our diaries during the assembly once again….

Just one more day, where we could live and cherish what we long for now…. Today…. And will for the rest of our lives…

Sunday, March 28, 2010

A Game… and my Illusion of its Reality


It all started with the expression of a form of art which is loved by all…

Understanding the meaning of that expression was one different category all together… a category of people that were not easily found…

Followed up by a discussion of an institution and the components that builds it up… It may sound useless, but it was this “discussion” that was required for an entrustment to open up…

And then came along the first support that was so badly required… the first support of many… It was not a shoulder to support and stand, neither a finger to hold… but a support which pushed without pushing to stand on your own…

Some personalization was all it took after that to build up a bond which would be held very close in the future…

Games of status messages, tests, friends and family simply continued to increase the strength of the bond… They saved a life and brought with flying colors through the bad and good times…

A fatherly figure… turning into a brother… a friend… eventually turning into someone who could just not be classified in any way possible… except for being a golf ball…

Little was known, that it was always a game… a game of illusions and emotions… an experiment with several control variables… each being a thread of the puppet…

Not that the intention behind the conversion of a human into a puppet was unethical or immoral… it was purely out of research interests to study stimulated responses…

But even a puppet does not like to be controlled… the aftermath was a strong urge to commit an ungodly act but that part of the tale comes later…

The consequent result was an addiction and dependency…

Whether the addiction and dependency is partial or full is not known… and probably will never be known…

But the one thing that there is to be known, is that exceptions do exist. No matter what kind of people have been encountered in the past, and no matter what kinds of behaviors and loyalty studied before, there can always be a new “discovery” which may even be termed as an exception to all the studies that have been conducted so far…

And this exception still has the puppeteer as a golf ball up in palms… In spite of the ongoing desire of the puppet to commit a sin by executing the master of all its actions… the golf ball is still held high up… and whether the sin stays committed or merely an urge forever, the fact that the puppeteer is a golf ball will never change…

One important fact of the entire tale that hasn’t been mentioned so far, is that in the entire duration which was reasonably long, at no point of time (until recently), did the exception realize the illusion that was created in the process… that is… “the bond”… The puppet actually believed of its existence, may be that is the reason it actually did get converted into a puppet in the first place… and when it strikes now, it is a fact difficult to digest.

Moral of the story: The puppeteer shall always be a puppeteer, and the puppet always a puppet… any dreams of the puppet to be something or anything more ever… shall have severe emotional consequences.