she sat alone on the sand
looking onwards,feet set astride
gentle waves lapped up her feet
strong feet they were,set firmly on the ground
a bottle of wine clutched in one hand
her friends cried out her name,
dancing at a distance
she looked back
pondered for a minute
decided to stay
for some minutes more..

the sun looked worn out
it rusted the sky
and began sinking into the sea..

reflections swayed in her mind
evoking desires
prodding her to dream on
dreams concealing past joys
moments frozen and safely kept
a smile flickered on her lips
her eyes distant
memories embroiled in sweet syrup
she dropped it
it fell with a 'thudd'
its beauty best remained in itself
not to be dragged into 'now'
'now' looked way too promising
and the future, exciting
her blood stirred..

will she forget him?
n let go of him?
NO.
more than a reciever of her affections
he remained a friend
a precious companion
but no more was he her 'whole'
he had stirred the most profound emotions in her
emotions she cringed to feel
love has not left her
it lingers
waiting eagerly to be endowed yet again
fully,selflessly
cannonizing the two involved
be it,momentary

the waves cleansed her regrets
her melancholia
a perfumed present
corroded her essence
like a sweet enemy
soothing yet teasing..

someone sang out loud
''che sera sera...''
she giggled
sprang up
and ran
her friends were waitin fer her..

N IT ALL FELT SOO FAMILIAR..

forbidden fruit

Hungry ,
i eyed a crisp,red apple
delicious it looked
i bit into it
addictive,couldnt stop eatin
went on n on n on
till
a limp,bitter core was left starin at me
the apple was no more.

invocation to d soul

where's the sun,can u find it for me? but whats the use,i am blind

i am thirsty, can u bring me water?but whats d use,i am a corpse

i am famished,can i have some food?but whats the use,they cut my tongue

can i smell wet earth please?will you make it rain? rain and make the sea swell further.

have you touched my skin?hasnt it become cold? and my voice ,has it not become empty?my gait tired ? trying desperately to catch a glimpse of me...me.... pleading to my soul for freedom...nirvana... snatching me away from d bottomless darkness,to fling me into blinding white, injecting vitality into my veins...

my eyes....where's the fire,that used to dance freely.....is it in there somewhere, momentarily dormant?waiting to rage out .... to swallow everything in it.....fusing with ice... icy fire?

rising

The phoenix slumbered beneath the ashes
snoring phlegmatically
floating in a beautiful dream
a dream she took to be real
the ashes got too hot
she felt suffocated;
awakened,
shot its mighty neck through the black poison
to face the sun
looked it in the eye
the sun blinked,intimidated

she shook the powdery flakes from its majestic wings
the sleep had rusted her gigantic spirit
softened her will
balmed and gooed the heart
it was an unnatural state
in which she held on tightly to the dream
the dream which had drugged her senses
now she took hold of the dream,kissed it tenderly
caressed it
it had given her moments of new found revelation
a mystic happiness
that engulfed even d pain
pain cocooned in a mellow beauty..

and then
she let go of it
the dream looked back at her
smiled and took flight
she had freed it
but in the process
freed herself
sighing happily
she spread out her wings
and flew
the air around her shudderring
her laughter echoed far beyond
sailing through cottony clouds

and then stars came out in the morning,
shaken from their uneventful sleep
to greet her
Astrophil was waiting for her
she saw him
they embraced

Diana looked from behind the sleeping moon
blessing them


Astrophil, the phoenix's self
who had been left behind
in her persuit of the dream

blues

scene1:

he pulled up his tri cycle next to her
she was carrying a basket of plums in her dimpled hands
d breeze pushin strands of silken baby hair across her face
n he produces a flower in fronta her
baby pink ,like her frock
-break-
("...others were not meant to play wid ur heart baby,
step over your feelings , or
trample over u wid their unthoughtfulness.
it will hurt to hear this.
but till how long will you immerse yourself in stories...lies...to comfort yourself .....")

scene2:

the two scramble down a pebbled road

along a slope

flanked with luscious fields along both sides

brimming with honeysuckles n tulips

hand in hand

they ran

screaming with laughter

their voices echoin

-break-

("..tell me girl,is it even worth it
is it worth losin respect fer yourself??...")

her face stained with tears,she scribbled;
cover me up
from head to toe
m naked n cold
doesnt it show?
spread your all encompassin wings
to block my raging tears
fly me to a land where m secure
peaceful comfort serenades my uneventful abode
if structured be i to feel n cringe
get hurt and run away
y did lord god create me at the first place
to hurt myself
to hurt others ..

scene3:
... their bodies enveloped in sweet baby sweat
their faces red and glowing
they stopped
planted themselves on a soft patch on the grass
and lay there
the girl put her head on his lap
n he pulled her up
caressing her..
.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

love

a myth?a fable?

or is it a game dat our senses play on us?

untangible
non tactile
like air

when they ask ,"r u in love?"

i dont know what to say

because no matter how many sonnets,poems,songs,comedies,tragedies,novels,epics were driven by this emotion,each one takin its own unique stance,trying 2 capture it,describe it ,share it....the fact remains,love,of all feelings is d most subjective and individualized emotion....which is real in our senses alone

n as easy it is fer d world 2 chalk out a clear definition fer feelings like trust,honesty,faith...love just cannot be defined!!

n yet everybody has a consensual understandin of d term when it is used invariably across movie dialogus,screenplays,stories and poetry..

strange

very strange

to me though

love is analogous to trust,understanding,adjustment,passion,care.....

n yet it sounds infinitely more romantic 2 say i m in love,instead of sayin i trust n understand him,not to mention i m compatible with him as well!!

so i just say ,i m in love

to hav the listener imply a hundred other meanings from it

sheesh!!

never thought id write on love,of all subjects on this planet....it is afterall d most stereotypical subject,overused and manipulated..

and yet...

i hate 2 slander d term by imparting meanings to it

i hate to see people serenade about it,makin it appear spotless,flawless and perfect,almost virgin like innocent

they say it doesnt leave u lonely

how can it not??

arent u bound 2 feel lonely ,more so when in love....when things are not tatally perfect....wen u r thrust into a space of uncertainty...catapulted into a realm of self doubt...

arrey yar
logon ko toh is tension ko palne me bhi maza ata hai

ajeeb hai bhai

chalo..jo bhi..

RED WHINE FROM BEHIND THE MIND

empty flute glasses
adorned the table
laid on the same were bottles of fine red wine
a white china vase bursting with voluptious thick red roses
roses that reminded one of the fullness of the bodies of healthy spanish women
white delicate plates flaunting patterns made with twenty four carat gold

placed right next to the vase was a basket of
grapes, bursting with sweet sugary juice
marinated lamb,glistening in the yellow light
foie gras and chocolate truffle
meat pies and caviare
a crystal jar of water played up the image of the chandelier hanging right above

till well mannered,well trained manicured hands started playing around
interrupting the sophisticated stillness of nature displayed in parts.
there were masculine hands;hairy,tawny and well tanned
and there were the feminine ones,mostly long fingered with many diamond rings
delicate and soft
they were engaged on the table
passing around the meat and wine
as if engaged in a greedy foreplay
veiled in aristocratic hospitality

in d next room:
u found
a glass table
with white powder divided into 18 strips
proceeded by a hurried rolling of joints
emergency like
none of the faces were too clear,they were floating
in smoke
empty bottles of beer lying on the floor
not to forget the underwears flung all over
each one of them was fuelled
pairs rocking on the floor
three of them were on the bed
an orgy happenin in the middle of d room
some just lay around,too happy gazing at the cieling and puffing out poison


both rooms enveloped in ecstasy
the first one wrapped it up in a look good bourgoise uprightness
the second in a blunt, thundering blatancy

so why exonerate the ones in the first room in yer conscience
their pretentions butcher all symptoms of humanness
which is to say they are practically beast seeming
like those in the 2nd room
from the eyes of a child

blogthings

I TOOK THESE TESTS ON D NET...SOME DELIRIOUSLY FUNNY, SOME ECCENTRIC..AND OTHERS ,WELL, BOTH ECCENTRIC N FUNNY!! HAD TO ANSWER A FEW QUESTIONS B4 BEING PRESENTED WITH A RESULT.

Q)WAT SUNSIGN SHOULD U BE
You Should Be A Gemini
What's good about you: witty and energetic, you're simply the most fun to be around..What's bad about you: you're flighty - losing interest in people and projects quickly..Your ideal job: mime, guru, or cartoonist..Your sense of fashion: casual and simple..You like to pig out on: fast food, especially burritos


Q)WAT PIE ARE YOU?
You Are Apple Pie
You're the perfect combo of comforting and traditional Those who like you crave security




Your Old Fashioned Name Is...

Millicent Pennebrygg

Q)WAT PIZZA ARE YOU?
Pepperoni Pizza
Robust and dominant.When you go for something, you go full force.You tend to take control of situations easily.And in return, you get a ton of respect.

Q)WHAT LOTTERY TICKET ARE YOU?
Full of hope and promise.But in the end, a cheap letdown.

Q)WHAT WERE YOU IN YOUR PAST LIFE?
You Were: An Obese Warrior...Where You Lived: North Canada...How You Died: Hung for treason.


Q)WHAT KIND OF AN ARTIST ARE YOU?
Pop artist.When it comes to art, you're definitely not a snob.You can appreciate the mainstream aspects of culture, even if you need to twist them a bit to make them your own.Whether you're into comics, retro pinups, or bold colors, you embrace what's eye catching and simple.

Q)HOW NORMAL ARE YOU?
You Are 50% Normal
While some of your behavior is quite normal...Other things you do are downright strange..You've got a little of your freak going on..But you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself


Your Musical Tastes Match: Jennifer Garner


Your 1950s Name is:
Sally Janie

Q)YOUR IDEAL CAREERS
Your Ideal Careers:Astronaut
EntrepreneurLawyer
Nightclub owner
Photographer
Private investigator
Stand up comicVenture capitalist
Video game developer


Q)WHAT KIND OF A ROCKER ARE YOU?
You Are an Emo Rocker!
Expressive and deep, lyrics are really your thing.

You are 60% Aries

Exotic Dancer Name Is...
Sunset

Q)WHAT SODA TYPE ARE YOU?
You Are Dr. Pepper
You're very unique and funky, yet you still have a bit of traditionalism to you.People who like you think they have great taste... and they usually do.Your best soda match: Root Beer

Q)WHAT LIQUOR ARE YOU?
You Are Absinthe
You are a sloppy drunk, purposely drinking doesn't make you feel crazy, it's not any fun.Truth be told, you tend to prefer drugs to drinking,But you'd never pass up any absinthe that came your way!

Q)WHO IS YOUR DADDY?
Your Daddy Is Dennis Rodman
What You Call Him: Papi..Why You Love Him: He's your sugar daddy


Q)WHAT MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE ARE YOU?
You Are a Dragon
You are very charismatic and incredibly popular.People are drawn to your energy, but you are a very difficult person to get to know.You are very active - you are usually hard at work or play.You enjoy drama, and you enjoy anything unusual or eccentric.


Your Outrageous Name is:
Anita Beaver



THIS WAS SOOOO FUNN!! THERE WERE A ZILLION OTHER TESTS I HAD WANTED TO TAKE (where wud yer inner new yorker live,wat type of frappucino are you,your 1920's name,whats color shoud your eyes be...,to name a few)..but heck,one's gotta stop somewhere!!

black hole

goddammit

cantya screw them till they cant c daylight anymore

those monsters..ransacking the mind till its dingy,stinkin and rotting

is a beautiful face enough to cover up a butchered state?

malign god
is he just a rumour?
started centuries ago?
if not then what?

fuck d goddamn world
what sent my mind tickin?

a few alphabets,stringed together with a lifetime of less than a few nanoseconds?
and yet the stupidity of it all??

knowing ill mock t this a few moments from now...and yet..y does dat thing up there overwork itself?its 19years old,weighs a few grams and is but made up of a number of cells.......


and feeling crappy fer the same problem as..

people judge?
and why shouldnt they?wont i do the same...

and yet..and yet..

the suffocatrion that grips you at times..the shame...

black.grey.

combining,inviting malice

give me my red.
my yellow.
drown me in orange.
gift me violet.

PRE EXISTING

the mist lifted
his outline remained
was it a shadow?
or some ethereal substance..

From far away
he looked as if made of metal;
strong, stable
beckoning me
into his arms..

i ran,hands fastened around my skirt
for days i was running for this
searchin for my soul's image
its likeness
which was its only compliment
which made it complete,whole....

famished,tired,sleepless
every atom of life remaining was transferred
to my limbs
they ran fast
towards him
he was standing ;
firm,
smile reassuring,
welcoming me back home
until..

panting,i discovered he wasnt there
not a trace of him
the thin string of breath
that had sustained me till now
broke,
i fainted,
collapsed,
ready to surrender
to death's army


and then...

i opened my eyes
felt his arms around me
his kind eyes looked into mine
infusing me with life
my blood warmed
my glassy eyes
were restored their former vitality
kiss
my life

returned.
this time,fuller.

NORMAL? NOT REALLY

by jove!

Something's wrong.Not with me. But wid u.

Yes u,the stranger i meet inevitably every day.Your face changes everytime i c u.And then i realize its my perspective dipping into inconstancy constantly.Before i can turn to have another look, you are gone.Gone.and then i realize it was me imagining.Positively vexed,i talk to myself,tryin 2 figure out d madness seizing me.everything around seems normal,good.and then normalcy begins to acquire bizzare connotations.who decides wats normal?who decides wats rational and logical?

foucolt said society indoctrinates us wid certain concepts of 'normalcy',taking it for granted and often not subverting it at all.when i think about him and myself,i feel ashamed.

ashamed because throughout my life ive been strongly apathetic towards abnormality.atleast from inside,irrespective of d tolerant,accepting,kind face i flaunted.untill i discovered about my madness.from a mad person's view,i m mad.insane,irrational."nonsense!" u say.yes i know its nonsense 2 u...just as wat u speak may appear nonsensical to me,tho i may never show it.

v r all part of a huge masquerade,widout xption and d masks v invent vary from time to time,or place to place.my happiness cms like a mask 2 u and ur tears appear fake 2 me.

i hav no sympathy for u.u need not smile with me.

i will sing alone.

u can cry alone.

damn!

can u beat it..its the first time in my life when i have nothing to write .Usually my mind is buzzing with issues and stuff dat can be made into concrete paragraphs or somethin like that...hmm..

But if you really think about it,whats the whole goddamn point of writing over issues ..??more than half of the reading population will disagree with you anyway,and the rest ponder over why you even bothered to write and wonder ''now what could she mean by that?''(eyebrow raised,smile indicating that the writer is a freak).As for the people not included in these two halves , they read but with a complaicent eye, they dont listen to your words.

Those left out from the above categories are idiots like you and me who write,write and write a little more, trying to make them see what you feel and sometimes, when the post happens to be exceptionally good,or so you think, you feel really proud of yourself..smile smugly and relax back in your chair, pull your fingers to hear that subtle crack of the bones and stretch your back that has been bent towards the computer for the past half hour or so, giving you a faint resemblance to reptiles doing their due on the computer.....

And then , sittin right there , almost ready to pat yourself, u do the big shot writer thing by crossing your legs,stretching your arms and deciding to oblige other writers by taking a peek at their work..so you visit their blogs..start reading and bang!! your voluptious happiness,in which you were gladly immersed till about 2 seconds back is thrust into a dungyard as you witness pieces of writing undoubtedly superior to yours... seething with bold contemporary issues...written beautifully and hell!! effortlessly carrying that much coveted ' X factor' ( like Farah khan and Anu malik would put it)....

and then jerks out a faint hiss 'abey kya yaar..'

starry skies..

Beautiful resignation...the feeling leaves me fulfilled like there is no need to strive anymore...his essence is worth surrounding with at all times..has a reassuring quality... my signal was clear.. the presence was like a supplement to me..compeleted a lack and yet provided something new,extra...bewildering...like action that cannot be frozen,encompassing small thrills that can make up a lifetime....

the residual feelings have been ornamented and kept at the recedes of my mind, can be alluded to when my mind slips into moments of chic languor.....yellow,crimson,orange...and finally blinding red! like the orgasm of consumption..aristotlean appetite..sensual and completing..... the fire blazes unquestioned,unhalted,refreshed by grand ocean waves both receding in confrontational embraces... feelings and logic at disease with each other...no questions asked...

and the speculations of the future encompass a vanilla quality.. promising and pleasant and at the same time is raging with a pristine chocolatey passion and the beautiful violence following the marriage of a tulip with an african rose...has nothin to do with the predictable or the ritualistic... should not be preserved...feelings dissolving into the infinitude,generating newness....

blood- zenith fer passion, is hot , restores life.
also terrifies,traumatizes.
comprises of RBCs,water,platelets and oxygen.

skin - seduces,induces pleasure and a skin massage relaxes.
can also produce resentment,anger,disapproval.charred skin horrifies.
is made up of a protein.has 3 layers.

love - elevates, results in happiness n satisfaction.
can also cause pain,envy,obsession.may cause murder.
is a construct of the human mind.

achievment - makes u feel successful and fulfilled.empowers.
comes at a cost,may lead 2 condemnation as with ullyses.
is attainment of a goal.


you - love yerself, have strong suits and strengths,loved by others.
get depressed,hav everythin apart from wat u really want.
r made up of a body,mind and somethin known as a soul.

I - m proud,happy,free and pretty.
sometimes pretend m all of d above.
m made up of a body,mind and somethin known as a soul.


blaah...blaah...blaah
words.stupid words constructed me.language created me.it can describe me and therefore limit me.my limitless possibilities lay inside the womb. can d doctor re-join the umbilical chord please?? not permanently,only fer a few seconds..i wanto re-live those 9 months..to feel what it was like.but i know my nirvana lies outside.d world has bcome my surrogate womb.maybe ill feel dislocated inside ma mother's body.life out of life.life produced life!

PLAY

she looks on
life stares back
it stares from the stands
while she plays the real game
she is the player
she is the coach
life is an onlooker

till yesterday
it played the game fer her
she lay on her lazy bums
finishin cigars one by one
looking resigned
untill opportunity came by

he pulled her up by one arm
grabbed her by the waist
and kissed her hard
she was stunned
he kissed her again
hungrily
her red gown looked faded
in comparison to her face
it was burnin
her vitality was returned to her
from being a passive spectator
she became active
she kissed him back
her nails digging into his back
they gave birth to passion and fulfillment

the four together murdered cynicism
they cozened helplessness till it was left beggin
they ran to the field
started playin
their laughter was all consuming
she was free
she ran and her blood was redder
she snattched zombie
pulled off his mask
he could breathe
the five ran asunder

the heavens saluted them
they were gods!

DENGUED SOULS

idiots!

all they can evr do is pass the blame on somebody else..responsibility is reduced to mock humor and really if anythin,they r responsible when it comes 2 usin cuss words at every possible pretext,smell of shit most of the times,eat as if there is no other activity in the world and use their smelly towels to wipe spit,not to mention the perennial scratchin of their groin...

welcome to the world of mcd.surprisingly they do know the fullform.

u seriously dont bother to look the cynical reality in its face untill a close one dies of dengue,of steps evaded by these babus cos it is too much work, the way their corrupt debauched souls lie when it comes to laying down the figures of ppl effected and their complaisence afterwards.

u may have deduced that someone close to me has been effected.yes they have and its pathetic to see them suffer.this one's out of danger thankfully,but i saw many in the process of dying,not recieveng proper care,dying away in hospitals like AIIMS ... they say there's a shortage of blood..please guys,please,if u r believers then for the fear of god and if u r athiests or agnostics like me ,then out of social duty donate blood!!

Inertial pause.....all action suspended...momentary halt......life hesitates to move on,the past pulling it back and the future firmly beckoning.....

A cigarette is lit and the thoughtful eyes look on as if prophesising about something.,the body reclines back on the couch and his nostrils,slightly flared push out white languid fumes .the body; caught in its own weariness and reluctance to change.it had arrived at a point, and worked all through its life to reach it.now they want to push him further.to create a place? place for whom? he wont budge one inch!

And so he plants himself resolutely on the couch.He is dressed in nothing but a black bathrobe,slightly crumpled and not fitting in with the white leather sofa and the luscious decor of the room.He was wealthy and he made sure that his appearance articulated that most of the time.Except now.Right now he had other things in mind.

The bedroom door opened and a girl,barely clad, stepped out. Dressed in a white vest and lace panties..her nipples prominent and her dark tresses scattered all over her bare shoulders,she pulled a jar of apple juice out of the refregirater and drank.He watched her pink lips sink into the mouth of the jar,pressed firmly against it.....her slender body forming a perfectly shaped silhoutte against the wall..the sun catching her golden thighs and legs ...his eyes travelled all along her body..

last night had been good.yes definitely pleasurable.He wont mind having her again.He asked her how much she wanted and whether she'd like to go down all by herself or should he send for his car.She casually hinted the figure in a husky voice and said she'd like it if he could drop her to her house downtown..

she went back inside and closed the door behind her.Took a hot shower .Wiping her hair dry,she opened her purse and counted the cash.fifteen dollars.He would give her 250 more for her services.her services.she looked into the mirror.God had made her beautiful.one thing she was thankful for.for had it not been for her beauty,how would she and her kid brother survive?they were orphans,living in a bad neighbourhood.She had never gone to school and got pregnant twice.All of sixteen,she loved her ten year old brother and wanted him to have a decent education..and she,well she could pull on without it. in any case she didnt even have time for school with her day jobs and night services.She earned just enough to keep up their home, put clothes upon their backs ,food into their stomachs and send him to a school...her eyes were a beautiful brown..deep, if one cared to look inside them, and full of hidden meanings,repressed dreams, horrified memories and buried trauma....she wont let anybody retrieve them for her,her soul was closed.her heart had no place for god.she had only felt his cold shoulders...

she hurriedly slipped into her jeans and pulled on a top.Tying her hair into a knot,she scrambled out of the room...he was still sitting there,looking out of the window.He got up and handed her a roll of bills.."breakfast?"
"no,i'd rather hurry..samsom must be waiting..".Samson was her brother.
" right then,as u said, i have arranged for the driver to drop you home.There shouldnt be any problems.."
"Thanks.." she gasped,"i should hurry along now..''
"Yeah.." and he looked at her beautiful bosom.."i would call u if i need you again.."
she didnt reply and walked steadily out of the front door...

He kept looking at her till she disappeared down the terrace.His groin was aching.he couldnt call her back now.....and somehow it was more than just her body,her beautiful and firm curves.there was something more ..something he could not lay his hands on...something to which he could never have access ,no matter how many times he slept with her..it was something she had reserved deep inside.And he wanted to touch it.tenderly,gently.would she trust him..? but why would she?..infact why should she?? He didnt trust himself.....and still..the longing ....

savin me

saviour

come touch me
till your fingers sense my soul
and my nerves send electric signals
delighted in the reverie

hug me
share my solace
the infinite craving for blessedness
however wicked may the world be

pull up close
to catch my tremors
when your skin is near mine
and when saperation becomes the prime fear

lets transgress the walls
binding us to the ritualistic
fly high with the fireworks
generated from our union

fling away the blasse life we have lived uptill now
lets sashay down the ramp
with the spotlight on the trail
swing me and catch me
let me feel your moist breath

exit mode

going..going...gone??

baby i'm addicted,but all i really know dat yer d only reason i am tryin..

someone somewhere hopelessly strikes a chord with you, a very strong one at dat, only for u realize that it is amazing,exhilirating even, has got aphrodisiacal properties but is ,nonetheless, hopeless..

they feel the same and you getto know widout their telling you,but forces outside your control keep you from expecting more out of d relationship,even induce saperation,tears,morbid thoughts,dull sadness and in d end, a void where that person had resided....

bang!!!!

life changes.it rains,rains and rains more...an empty street outside greets you with its infectious morbidness..but you resist,you resilient spirit,you resist and force the darkness away...

in your head,in your head,zombie,zombie,zombie..

and then sleep dawns.its soothing wings carry you away into a comforting,beautiful emptiness..and you thank her..life changed,not me ,nor did some other things and in that constancy my recovery lies..

the umbilical chord broke,the blood got splattered all over,i cried but those tears diluted the blood till the dark threatening red opaqueness acquired a less menacing translucent quality,


The phantom threatened execution
its sharp teeth ready to dig into my throat
the vampire expressed its loathe
splattering me with its venom
welcome to misery's harem

yes i did face the darkness
duelled with the devils
ye god!where art thou?
even he refused to pull me out of d mess

and the sun did ascend
its rays pierced the morose greyness
d misery i did transcend
jumped out of the endless abyss..

think knot

windy night

sitting by the window,i reflect..a book is open in my lap ,d black words staring back at me.. pages furiously flipping by,crying for my attention..

but i am sunk in resolute reflectiveness,thinking ..and yet not thinking..i let thoughts paint themselves on my mind without intervening..

mom..my frikin speakers dat refuse to belch out any sound...d rock cds i must return manjari by monday..isha's bizarre phonecall and her stupid attempts at bitching about kanu..nikhil nitin and their gig at d mezz..following wid nikhil's ecstatical phonecall..chicken momos..dad's promise to bring home some good bubbly for me and LA...d weird guys thronging my colony these days,creating a ruckus each evening..that lady who shouts the daylight out of us, if i and shivani laugh too loud...mann n his bogus lovelife...

the cellphone burps.1 message recieved. an -ibn update.thank godd! i thought it would be one of those anonymous senders..for d past one hour their bogus corny msgs hav been flooding my cell..

i often sink into such blank moments when thoughts assault me on their own,receding one by one..leaving no permanent impression in my mind..

i pull my lazy bums from the couch n stretch myself..

wat did i sit for anyway??i glance at the foresaken book..

fuck!! d presentation ...

oh!!

but wat d hell ill do it later..i snatch d discman 4m d bed n close my eyes to lithium...saunter off d room n descend d staircase..only 2 b attacked by mansi n shivani..one pulls off an earphone 2 stick into her ear n the other grabs hold of my cell...naural when u hav a hutch prepaid with 1500 msgs .. talk of xploitation!!