In Goa.
I spent my New Year moment pissing away all the booze in some makeshift toilet in an awesome shack party.
This comes a bit late,but Happy New Year,folks.
Cheers!

This is what defines a madman!!!

I had heard this nursery rhyme about how boys liked lizard tails and girls like pink-dolls.Now everything's changed.Its just cars,bikes,sex,rock 'n roll,alcohol,drugs et al.Sometime back,I had asked this little girl about what she wanted to be when she grew up."I wanna be like daddy".Thats what she had replied then.
Her daddy,I believe,was a compulsive alcoholic,who used to beat up his wife when drunk,make love to her wildly when not,work as a manager in an MNC,used to blame every other empty beer bottle for his miseries and used to smoke marijuana to get rid of them.
What is actually striking is that I wake up every morning with the realization that my life is going nowhere and I might actually end up being "this daddy".Maybe things wouldnt be as bleak and dark as I think.I am turning a bit paranoid nowadays.As in like the proper madman you will see in the asylums.The one who dreams about stars turning into atom bombs and falling on the city.The one who thinks every other human is actually the reincarnation of Satan himself.The proper mad types.
I'll tellya.Everytime I go to office and the car in front of me takes a sharp turn,I pray for a car crash.Or the wanting to blow up an oil truck with a shotgun.Things causing mayhem,you know.So that people are no-more bothered about their designer suits,faded jeans,ipods,computers,expensive cars.Yes,and just be bothered about living.Living so as to enjoy every meal,every relationship,and the every moment of it.Its so materialistic now.I get these thoughts all the time.As if being in a different place and enjoying all the creative destruction around.
I was thinking of writing a fiction post for my blog.This is what I wrote.
"The rain was drizzling outside.The pitter-patter of the rain drops echoing through the hallway.She sat there reading the magazine about the latest designer styles Beyonce endorsed.The fire in the fireplace suddenly arose and turned into a Chinese fire dragon and gobbled her up....."
All I'm saying that people like me are dangerous men.You never know when people go into a mindless frenzy.It maybe someone you dont know or it may be someone who is very very close to you.After all,I'm still one who listens to Dylan and believes Notting Hill is the most romantic movie ever.
You can call me a psycho.But I'm just imaginative.
I'm Dr.Jekyll's Mr.Hyde.
I'm Jack's unnerving irate desire to turn into something evil.


PS:*Khub ekla laagche!!!!*

Damn ..its her!!!!

FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!

Why did I ever have that dream? I cant get over her.I cant.I just fucking cant.I kept thinking about her the whole day.And then realized that she's soooo not for me.But I still cant stop thinking of her.And its all so fucking sudden.Her????!! Of all people??!!!Mossad tried to talk me outta it.With the off-the record chat.But sorry,matey,I keep thinking of her! Even coffee didnt help.I had loads of it.Tried some decafe too.Just to forget the thought of me being 'with' her.But its just that she's been so awefully sweet to me.Coincidentally,whenever I was down.But how can I even imagine me with her.Then thinking of all the things that has happened with her during the past few years.Yes,this is so damn wierd.And Im trying to avoid anything or anyone who closely resembles her.This could turn up into one of the worst friendship disasters in my life.
Dude,it aint happening.Trust me,for your sake,it aint gonna happen.

Why cant I have these dreams with Subarna or Priya???!!!

Ohh and nevermind the video...it a stupid spoof of the Pirates,johhny depp and knightley!!!