Friday, December 10, 2010

Lone Cigarette

That one cigarette, lone cigarette
To tell you the similarities
Between the lone cigarette and you.
How it burns, how it burns
Light so bright, lone cigarette
Evil companion, alone as you.

That one cigarette, lone cigarette
Speaks so much to me tonight
Burning bright, and finally put out.
Like life, like everything you do.
Questions; the dream you reach for
Slowly burning away.

That one cigarette, lone cigarette
Do something... your life is growing shorter
By the puff, you're burning away to ash.
It's talking to me, the lone cigarette
That one cigarette, lone cigarette
And with it, I'm alone tonight.


It's there. I can feel it.

The lack of tolerance, the zero patience, the snappishness, the wiping clean off the list of things I care about.

I no longer can grant you the honour of letting you get the benefit of the doubt. Two chances too far.

Unfortunately, it's not limited and it's spilling over, this distance.

Got. To. Stop. It. Now.

I don't want tarnishing and I'll keep the shine on!

The besura

There is a man, who's bathroom singing has been wafting through the night, and in through my bedroom window. It's been going on for half an hour now. He's absolutely besura too ! :|


There are those equations that I just cannot understand. However hard I try. However broad minded I may be. Here, I screech to a halt. If I didn't, I'd feel like I hit a physical barrier. THWACK! Just like that. I can't stretch myself that far, I really tried to. No such luck.

The Cubie Effect

Mins it is being dedicated to the Mercedes I have ;)

Littal bit slightly it is being difficult
To put the explanation for why mins
And how mins it is like this one
See no, we sit like this daily daily everyday
Mins littal influence is coming off on each other
First and all we was laughing at each other
Now also we is laughing only
But we is both being like this one and then we is both laughing.

Like this only it is being the cubie effect :)

Sometimes, So Much

There's so much more to see
There's so much more to do
And here at my desk sits me
Doing a job that everyone wants to do

I see nothing I want to see
There's nothing here I want to do
I want to get out, feel free
And do something that I want to do

And then the thought dawns on me
I think - do I know what I want to do?
Do I really know who I want to be?
That's a plain and simple NO, you see?

Ragging - a tradition

It's a great way to break the ice, as long as there is a set limit, because sometimes groups of teens don't know when they've gone overboard.


An unfinished conversation is like a half-cooked dish. Parts of it are tasty because they're cooked, but parts of it are raw and you really can't digest them. The momentum is lost, the train of thought broken, the questions taking form stop in their malformed state. The drift, the flow are interrupted. The art of conversation is incomplete.

Friday, November 12, 2010


You have a line, I have a line.
My line is not yours, your line is not mine.
You bend your line, I bend my line.
I don't like the bend of your line, you don't like the bend of my line.
The lines bend and curve gracefully and intertwine.
Are there now lines or is it a twisted knot?


I'm beginning to understand why men have carried on believing the age old belief that women are complicated.

(Women are crazy!)


[Apologies to my kind]

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Life inequation

Want > Need

Friday, July 9, 2010


Two people can't be creative in the same way. It's no longer creative then!

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Life is AWESOME!*

*Conditions apply.

Terms and Conditions: Life's a bitch.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

So it goes...

I don't know how, I don't know why and I don't know when.

I know that with you I shared good times, with you I laughed like never before and you knew me as the gawky teenager trying her best to do as many things as possible.

Your talents... the drawings, mehendi designs, the sportiness, the genuine smile and the beauty of your intelligent face... I wish I had known you longer and better, but of the time I did know you, the memories I have are fond and long lasting.

I will miss you dearly, my friend.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Telltale traces

There is a trail you leave behind... and life's unlike sands by the sea or in the desert, where footprints get easily erased. There are telltale traces of who you were everywhere.


I recently (and with a little convincing) put up a really scary picture of myself on Facebook (sort of baring my teeth in UV light so my eyes and teeth were shining) - so yeah, I wasn't looking my prettiest self ;)

It was worth it though. The reactions I got were marvelous :) Everyone who met me in person started at me suspiciously and told me to change it, asked if it was really me, told me they couldn't sleep at night, and so on.

It was just for kicks, and I've removed it now... but it's interesting to know how people react to something out of the ordinary.

Who am I?

I know my name, where I'm from. I know my family and friends. I know where I work and who I work with. I have all my memories intact; I know what I used to be good at, and I know how I work. I know what I'm talking about and I mean what I say, and I know (to a certain extent) what to do with myself.

But I don't know who I am! :|

I'm working on it ! You'll soon see a not so new but improved me. Hopefully! :)

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Make or break

Did you know that you can train your body to do almost anything? Of course you did. So break the bad habits and set the good ones already!

Summer's here!

Away with the blanket for the nights, cold till yesterday
Pulling out coolers, thinking of the A/C electricity bill
Ice trays and water bottles filled, kept in the refrigerator today
Bought ice cream, juices, cool drinks and put beers to chill

Yep - brace yourself for the heat, 'cause it's gonna be baaaaad this time around! :|

In the know

I didn't know I could do it till I did it !*

*it = Whatever you want to do. No conditions apply.

Do you fear growing old?

The other day I went to this club. It was filled with teenagers, all of whom had too little clothing and too much to drink. I hadn't been out clubbing in a long time, and I just stood and observed how they had so much energy to scream over the "ear-blasting" music, push through the thick crowd (I should've used the word infested earlier) every seven minutes to get another drink, "dancing" and even trying to stay good looking through it all.

I suddenly felt like I didn't have the energy to do this kind of stuff anymore. There's too many other things I've been busy with, for starters. Then, the gnawing little voice at the back of my head was telling me I'd grown too old for this.

Operative word here: OLD.

I know we're all getting there. It starts with "Shit, I'm growing old!!!"s, looking for spots/wrinkles/grey hair in the mirror, hearing about someone getting married, having kids, blah... and goes on past buying 'Look younger in 7 days' cosmetics. Happens around me (and to me) a lot these days. But I slowed down to think - it seems like when we start to fear old age this soon (~25 years of age), to a point where we try to finish "all that we can do" uncomfortably fast, we're also degenerating faster.

Breathe a little. Think of what your parents, grand parents and great-grand parents must feel at their age. Enjoy this youth while it lasts, and don't let what you can't fight stress you out. Besides, it's going to be the same you, young or old. Basically, don't kill yourself over it - eventually you won't have to, it'll happen anyway! :P

So are you afraid of getting old?

Entering Capital City

From the plane: Down below was spread a massive carpet of twinkling lights, organised as the skeleton of a leaf. I felt like an alien descending onto neat lines of tiny (and some moving) bright dots.

And then the runway.

There's a night-Google-earth view of Delhi for you!

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Stupidity when laziness becomes your biggest excuse for everything you didn't do.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Telephone etiquette

Remember what that is?

When walkin' down 'em streets

Somewhere in Hyderabad - "DO NOT PASS URINEL"

On the winding roads of Sikkim - "BE SOFT ON MY CORVES"

In Bangalore, near an old haunt - "PLEAS NO URINI PASS THIS PLACE MAN ONLY DOG"


Each takes a bigger piece of the cake than the other (work that out! Ha! :P) doesn't it?

The worst disease CONFUSION.

Before you know it

It'll be everyday again.

Have you...

...ever imagined a situation before it's arrived?

Can't say whether it helps though :P

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Some things to remember

~ Somebody's always got a bigger problem.
~ When your good friends have a collective instinct that's different from yours, they're probably right.
~ More often than not, the answer is YOU.

A friend's status message:

"The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them."
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