Some song played on the laptop.The wind flutters the curtain but yet,there's a strong sweaty smell in the air.
He sat down,with his back resting against the wall.Closely following every swirl of the cigarette smoke.
She was lying on the bed.Her hair open and in her grey tee and looking at him with fixed kajal laced eyes,smiling sexily.
He rested his face on the edge of the bed and started stroking her hair.
She continued looking at him with her fixed eyes.The song played.
"......and it takes me right back......"
Breaking the silence,she asked " So what takes you right back?"
He looked up,looked somewhere and said," Maybe you....."
She gave a long blink,smiled and blew a kiss.
"....maybe nothing."
He continued staring at the glistening steel of the knife on the table.

Exams are on.Finally.About time rather.
This is serious.Not funny,though it might just seem.
Blogger will be more frequently updated.

psst psst..Calling to earth for super vacation....teent-teent!

Ok,Im not a superhero running around with a red cape and super boots and not-so-sexy over-worn underwear.So people.I mean the people in general.Everyone around me.Yes,if you think its you,then it be you as well.As a marathi wud say "Thambaa" .Means stop.
The sounds are too loud.The truth is too fake.The hopes are too.The money is not so-happiness.The lights are too bright.And the silence is too silent.Stop expecting.Stop trying to be in control.Burn the thinking liscence.And all what you like.
Im on a whiny moodswing mood today.My neck hurts,and my chest pains.And I have kinda accepted that I have no life.I have also realized that it is pointless to dream and hope that you will do what you want.So I conjure up philosophies.philosophies pertaining to my life.And me only.
Its like Karma.You run around a tree at the speed of light and you can actually buttfuck yourself.
While still on this realization rant,I would probably waste the next decade of my life hoping and dreaming still.And then I would know who I am and sink back into reality.And there comes the predictability.
Its still Karma.You run around the same tree at three times the speed of light and you can actually watch youself buttfuck yourself.
If you run around faster,then you can turn into a Gen-X buttfucking buddha.But nevermind that.
It all seems pointless,aint it.
And right then you realize who you actually are.
You look into the mirror in front of a half baked glow bulb.And you look into it harder and then BAM!,it strikes you.The goosebumps,the twitching of the ears,the raised eyebrows,the half enthusiastic blurt of surprise.The prophecy and Hollywood was true after all.
Yes,with great powers comes great responsibilities.
With no powers comes hollowness and an empty bottle of booze.
Who am I?


Im Spiderman.


Ok,I need a break.This banter or the blog aint helping.Im taking a break.Not from the blog or the banter.But just a break.
psst,psst....still calling earth for a super vacation.respond respond,teent teent.

teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent!!!!!!

Oyster Boy finally got a bit of that justice.Im a wee bit happy for him.
But there is,suddenly,no more whistling of the breeze.
Instead there are just the dark grey clouds.
I wish.
I would never really want to be mindfucked again,even on the pretext of being mindfucked.

"Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;"

Nightfall will be coming soon and its winter.
If you think that people are loving you,it probably means that they are bearing up with your nonsense.Of course,this does not apply to long term friendships which normally defines the art of bullshitting.But,not many like bullshitting nowadays,it seems.So,you see the fault lies with the people and their judgment.Funny men comes in two categories,he's either a joker or a fucker.Im not sure whether I fall in any,or whether I aint funny and Im still one of those.It aint really strange how one line of late-night drunken merriness can ruin an otherwise happy evening.Neither it is strange to find people-you've-been-joking-with turn their backs and leave.Psychologists call that post pessimistic depression.Post,what post??!!..Pessimism,ok,whatever??!..Depression,me???!!...
Long words,big talk.I guess.
Imagine a thousand eyes glaring down at you.You are in that same chair.In that same dark room.
All this just makes it difficult to gulp.
And question the very existence you've been living for.


And I thank Rishi for introducing me to Cash music.His radio shows have become quite addictive.But I do walk the line too.

After all I saw today,I come to this conclusion.
In today's world,anyone who gives the CAT exam,has a gal and proclaims he does pot, is cool.
Haha!I think Im somewhere in between laughing and puking!!!!

Ohh!!And Homer Simpson's my new found God!!!

Isnt it great to be happy at everything ,laugh and say.....

"What the Fuck????"

:-)