I understand how scissors can beat paper, and I get how rock can beat scissors, but there’s no fucking way paper can beat rock. Is paper supposed to magically wrap around rock and leave it immobile? Why the hell can’t paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can’t paper do this with people? Why aren’t sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they take notes in class? I’ll tell you why, because paper can’t beat anybody. When I play rock paper scissors, I always choose rock. Then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper I can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say, oh shit, I’m sorry, I thought paper would protect you, you asshole! - Anonymous.

Friday, August 31, 2012

Better left alone

I want to write to you. Write about you. I can make you seem like the perfect foolish little thing and have everyone fall for you. Or I could play around and confuse the judgments into believing you to be someone else. Even better, I could write you to be a fiction. A dream catcher or somewhere along those lines. But you know, I am going to leave you as a blank canvas. That way nobody will ever know that I know you.

Monday, July 23, 2012

Saturday, June 30, 2012

O' June

MBA student now. By accident. yay?

#fml

Friday, May 18, 2012

If only...



*tumblr-thief  o.O

Monday, May 7, 2012

'Dampner' ain't no word.

These words; funny things they
are. Some are beautiful like delightful,
wonderful, magical. Even sabbatical. Ecstatic like ecstasy.
Skeptical. Skeptical is nice. Oh, how I despise
the word nice. Neither an adjective nor an interjection.
What a waste it is. We could do without it.
And then there are these ugly words. Obnoxious, hateful, aggravated, inadequate.
Maybe their definitions make them sound so horrid. But then come sorrow,
hostile, lonely, dismayed, resent. They seem pretty.
Puzzled, peeved, coerced, cognizant are all so awkward. Like
weird. Because I often misspell the e and i. Always. Oh, how I love the
word always. Sounds of a sincere promise. And
obviously there is sublime, jaded, follow, undress, seven, grace, renaissance, silver, broken.
They stay. Forever. Unlike You and I.
'Cause You and I can never be together even if these letters sit next to each other on the keyboard.
They are not meant to be.  Like suave and sassy and savvy.
Love them all so long they are
never together.
These words; really funny things they are.


Friday, April 6, 2012

Only you can make you happy

For a while there, she had lost her way. Forgotten what it was like to bring a smile on everyone's face. Forgotten her own smile. The eyes had almost stopped sparkling. Was it the reality engulfing the innocence. Was it the pain she had never felt before. Was it the high.

Maybe all of it. Maybe something more. Maybe illusions shattered by truth. One can only comprehend. Cherish what's been and what it will become.

Leave it here because now she knows where to go. Now she knows how to smile again.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

fresh pair of eyes

You and I are going to live tomorrow. Wake up at six am and go for a run in the woods. Yes, we have woods here. There is a spot. A lone wind chime hangs on a tree. I wonder who left it there. It sways and tinkles. Like all wind chimes do. Because of the wind. Unlike the ones that hang in shops tinkled only because of our touch. There also lays a grave of a dog. Beneath that tree. Maybe a cat. Or anyone. Etched on the tree are eroded words. They don't make sense. They faded away. Like life fades away after a while. But the wind chime still tinkles. Slightly rusted; even then cries a melody in the soft rustle of leaves.

Footprints. There are no footprints at that spot. Does anyone even know about its existence. Maybe that is good. We can have it to ourselves. Its peaceful too. And always slightly chilly. Only in the mornings. Early mornings when we are innocent. Because by the time dawn arrives most of us have almost always lied. Or maybe worse. Lets not think about that.

I have never seen flowers there. We could lay some flowers. Yellow ones. Its a happy colour. You'll pluck them from your neighbour's garden? Only some. Secretly of course. Day's not even started and the innocence is already lost. Or not. There is always hope. Yes, hope. A four letter word. A powerful one too. Has a power of its own.

You and I are going to hope tomorrow. Wait, but You don't even exist.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Spliff is the answer...


...but then again, did we ask the question?


Exactly. Does Simpsons make you laugh-out-loud-fall-out-of-bed-laugh? When I was seven or may be eight or could even be twelve (I understood the dirty world a little late) I'd go on watching Simpsons as a cartoon and never understand what my mum would be laughing about. Nobody told me there are things like 'adult-cartoons'.

Anyhow, when summer creeps in... doesn't creep in; burns like hell and kicks the winter out most of the 'life' gets stuck in the house watching Simpsons seasons one after the other because someone forgets their extra hard drive with you and you are glad to see it does not have any porn but just some innocent movies and a whole lot of Simpsons.

oh, and ever had that awkward moment when you suddenly realize you don't like your crush; but only the imaginary version of them you created in your head. That is just sad. Apart from that March was wonderful, amazing, fucked up, pathetic, incredible, lousy, rotten, fantastic,  broken, empty, damn good! Homer makes me laugh the most.

*smiles innocently* O:)

Saturday, February 18, 2012

The Sound Of Silence

Definitions. Words. Associations. Call it something. Why. Why do we constantly name everything. Why couldn't Prince be left alone. You know, the singer who changed his name to a symbol. Just a symbol that has no words. Did not work. Everyone wanted a definition. Needed a description. Why.

Because symbols can speak. Maybe better than words. Is it not true how a picture can say a thousand words. Ironically, yet I sit writing this using alphabets and letters unable to capture a picture. This shouldn't happen. Tags should not be needed. Not even names. 'How aimless', they'd say.

Answers. Conversations. Alliances. They might have come too close. They talk. Sometimes. Why does it have to be a relationship. Why can't they just be. Be nothing. Why do we have to be something.

Can I be a nobody. Walking away unnoticed. Maybe like a holiday. Where everybody is a nobody yet there is an odd sense of ease. Or if we have to be somebody can I not be me for a year. A year is all I ask. I am all sorted?  But what is the use of being sorted when everything around you is a puzzle. Fallen and missing pieces of a broken puzzle.

For once I don't want to be the song everyone sings in a karaoke. What about the song nobody knows. The song that plays everywhere but nobody hears. Or maybe the song that never aired. Yes, one of those songs.

I'd like that.

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Time, where'd you go?!

Is it January end already!
What have I been doing. And. Where is everyone. Yes, I'm trying to figure out what to do after my final year. No, I do not see the posts of all my favourite bloggers appear as much as they used to.

Yes, I did attempt a few competitive exams here and there. No, I did not study for them. At all.
Yes, I'm an idiot. No, no future for me.

'Whatever happens happens for a reason; a good reason.' -- YOU don't make sense any more.

Also. you know, I kinda turned the big fat 21 this month. I had planned a one-of-those-posts-only-you-think-are-cool. However, had to be left in drafts. I'm not kidding... it sounds lamer than this one. The thing is I cannot leave a month empty. Yeah, the archives... skipping a month. Can't do. So here I am not making sense. If any of this makes sense you can accompany me for therapy. People say nothings wrong with it as long as nobody in the 'society' knows.

Oh and 21. distracted soul! Anyhow. MY best-friend's getting married this year! She is 21! And technically she'd be 22 when the circles around the fire take place but still. She is happy and I feel life really has come to an end. Oh, and I have been warned not to talk jitters with her before wedding. Apparently, I am no good.


Also, with my lousy scores I did mange to get an interview call. Only I'm not sure whether I should be happy about it or be like, "itne mein bhi le liya! So where do you stand?!"
Its all miserable.

Though my birthday was the good-crazy. Though everyday we are on an adventure of completing my to-be-bride-friend's bucket list. Though I am eating a lot of good food. Though travel is on the cards.

Somehow, something, somewhere is miserable. I guess winters did get slightly gloomy.

*oh AND the brighter side hope you have a happy, wonderful, giggleicious, muchier, sparkly, full of promise 2012!*