Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Smiles
The worst part of going out with a group of friends is knowing that its a futile attempt to smile, being absolutely sure that they can see the hurt inside.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Time-less
Times pass on by
Reminding us that we can cry
Making others go 'Oh My!'
And leaving us with a glass wine
The phone had rung, i wish it would ring
The entrapped sweetness of the past, we could never bring
I think I heard something, i wish its a tring tring
For, even as the 'times pass on by', the old memories always cling.
Reminding us that we can cry
Making others go 'Oh My!'
And leaving us with a glass wine
The phone had rung, i wish it would ring
The entrapped sweetness of the past, we could never bring
I think I heard something, i wish its a tring tring
For, even as the 'times pass on by', the old memories always cling.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Early signs of AD!
Instance 1
Ket: Have you been to Hyderabad?
Ti: Nope.
Ket (no no shake on his face)
Ti: My relatives don't stay there, that's why. Anyways, what else is there apart from Charminar?!
Ket: Why! There is Ramoji Film City...
Ti (interrupting and having recalled): Oh yeah, I've been there to hyd.
Instance 2
Avi: This is that old top of yours right?
Ti: Oh yeah, my 10th class ka
Avi: But you'd said 8th.
Ti: Oh, did I? I've forgotten when this was taken.
Instance 3
Ti doesn't remember!
P.S. : AD is not Anno Domini
Ket: Have you been to Hyderabad?
Ti: Nope.
Ket (no no shake on his face)
Ti: My relatives don't stay there, that's why. Anyways, what else is there apart from Charminar?!
Ket: Why! There is Ramoji Film City...
Ti (interrupting and having recalled): Oh yeah, I've been there to hyd.
Instance 2
Avi: This is that old top of yours right?
Ti: Oh yeah, my 10th class ka
Avi: But you'd said 8th.
Ti: Oh, did I? I've forgotten when this was taken.
Instance 3
Ti doesn't remember!
P.S. : AD is not Anno Domini
Saturday, March 07, 2009
Smiles
The best part of going out with a group of friends but being with those who are just acquaintances (a part of the group) is that you can smile being absolutely sure that they can't see the hurt inside.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Unintended Comedy of...
And I find solace in writing out my mind. Bizarre and cranky are my thoughts and hence I do not even know what I am thinking or if I am thinking at all. Seems like you need to feel strongly (at least feel, if not strongly) about something to have views, to have something to put in words, to have thoughts... And I am thoughtless and I find solace in being (writing) out of my mind.
Off late I've been keeping mum, being a disgrace to my own self for being thoughts-constipated (btw that's not the only place where constipation has made its home). Now one would be tempted to ask why being silent is a matter of disgrace. Because:
It's a constant reminder of the fact that I am thoughtless and hence quiet. So quiet that I've forgotten what being me is like. I've forgotten what I have been passionate about all my life. I've forgotten how it used to feel to laugh and to cry. Not that I don't laugh or cry, just that the feel accompanying them, though not fake, is not too much with feelings either. I am being a disgrace to my own self and am keeping mum about it.
People say that I am sweet. They say maybe because I keep mum. Or maybe cuz I really am. I am so sweet that I go unnoticed in crowd. I am so sweet that I don't say anything bad about any(thing/one) because I am thoughtless (but i do say bad). I am so sweet that houseflies s(h)it on me. No wonder because of the last reason, people say that I am sweet.
Off late I've been keeping mum, being a disgrace to my own self for being thoughts-constipated (btw that's not the only place where constipation has made its home). Now one would be tempted to ask why being silent is a matter of disgrace. Because:
It's a constant reminder of the fact that I am thoughtless and hence quiet. So quiet that I've forgotten what being me is like. I've forgotten what I have been passionate about all my life. I've forgotten how it used to feel to laugh and to cry. Not that I don't laugh or cry, just that the feel accompanying them, though not fake, is not too much with feelings either. I am being a disgrace to my own self and am keeping mum about it.
People say that I am sweet. They say maybe because I keep mum. Or maybe cuz I really am. I am so sweet that I go unnoticed in crowd. I am so sweet that I don't say anything bad about any(thing/one) because I am thoughtless (but i do say bad). I am so sweet that houseflies s(h)it on me. No wonder because of the last reason, people say that I am sweet.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
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