memories of midnight

A dry leaf tosses frantically in the storm oblivious to the course where storm is carrying it.He sneaked into my life like a zephyr.Gentle but charismatic which turned into a cyclone of my desires and wishes.He stirred up the quiescent desires of a juvenile girl.

He couldn't percieve the changes i was going through and neither did i bother.I just kept floating amidst the torrents............at times sinking deep and at times hovering on the surface to envisage the new world around me.I was drenched in the rains of love ignorant to the fire curtained within it.

The fire is still ablaze........a fire that is wild and passionate..........turning my fragments leisurely into ashes..........
Just like the storm that is restlessly anticipated to carry away my vestiges................

Ahh!! burning is a joy...........my immense gratitude for this pain that you bestowed on me.....:-)

Fireflies.

Ephemeral nemesis of lightness gloom
Near some eerie fragment of psychedelic apparition
Medieval beacons shimmering silently in the dark,
Like creation itself.........
Fireflies flit around me,
My mind,my beliefs.
Infinitesimal torchbearers of unfathomed creation!
You may not be much to discern
And the tiny beam you shoot may seem trifling
But somehow,
When all of you glisten together........
For one fleeting instance....
This pitiful darkness clears a lot........i can behold my path again.
When i trap you in my palm,you glow on........
Undaunted,unvanquished.
You make me hope again,trust again..............thai i may be able to make it back home,
Through this thickening darkness............you make me try again
To clear this misanthropic dark an inch more.
Instead of all those cowards who assure me that dawn shall soon come,
And yet leave me alone in the dark and hide...........behind the impotent curtains of hypocrisy!!
So glow on my friend!
And maybe in this tragic night we shall find companions in each other.........
We shall combat our enemies together,
Triumph together,laugh together............
Fearful were my thoughts wen i first embarked out on this night,
Yet i feel sovereign again.............
For now i know,even when the night grows most malignant..............i shall see your steady gleam.
Tiny...........
Flickering...........and victorious!!!

Occasional syringe in my thought process........

I did a whole lot of nothing today, which is a lot of hard work if you ask me.I think I napped twice. Awesome. College kind of gets to u especially if you are in some god-forsaken place like Vellore. But it also kinda makes you want to hold it all back a little longer .Yup.......its official now……………just three months left for VIT to get over……..Phew!!!! It was one hell of a year!!!!! When you are in a place that takes pride in its rules and regulations and always comes up with some crappy new rule to bug you,you eventually know where to find the loopholes and thats where the fun begins!!!!!

Now we are all busy taking snaps all the time. We all have boxes of old photos stored on some back shelf. It’s amazing the history and memories that these little pieces of paper hold. They are of course priceless and irreplaceable (even the ones where you look stupid and even wierd sometimes........)

The other good thing that happened this weekend was ROCK ON!!.........what a kickass movie!!!!! The entire theatre was filled with VITians and bloody we screamed our lungs out!! The girls couldn’t get enough of Farhaan Akhtar(what more can this guy do????) and Arjun Rampal(sexy pony by the way!!!)…….i mean where the hell was all this all this time.On a more serious note,the film truly marks the coming of age of bollywood, it’s a well-made film with a lot of detailing and also lived upto the expectations of the “ paisa wasool” junta.


My phone has finally given in after 3 years of faithful servitude. Now that I come to think of it I think of all the people I’ve been mean to, I’ve been the worst ever to my phone. I’ve soaked it in water, thrown it several times(because I was pissed with some stupid guy!!)………..Well I'm praying that I no longer get the "white screen of death" that my phone has been doing to me lately.

I've crossed paths with some people lately who think I'm awesome. I love that, and it's a good feeling, but I have to question it. Nobody sees the same damn fool that I see in the mirror every time I brush my teeth. What the heck……….I am who I am. And I had a really big "Who am I?" crisis yesterday……getting lot better now though.
And don't ask me why I'm awake at such an awful hour. Please. Yes, I'm a nutcase. Let's get that out of the way.I’m completely devoid of nicotine. Maybe that why I’m so bitter. Its like an occasional syringe in my thought process, but otherwise, I'm doing great.

Blogs can be wild, unpredictable storehouses of moments, tangents, creative dervishes, if you will. My mental compost heap (which is a catch phrase from Natalie Goldman or Julia Cameron - I can't think which, right now) finally seems to be allowing a fairly regular seepage of by-products. Its a gross analogy, but I give myself credit to be what I am today. It proves that I'm not so much the procrastinating perfectionist that I once was.

And that's what my week's been like, trying to be responsive and lost in my own surroundings. I suppose blogs are a little like soap operas, you tend to get addicted to them. This is again a skeletal version of a mindless entry I wrote that will get lost in the who-knows-where of cyberspace.