Chasing an evolving dream

I woke up to a Blackberry wake-up tone called 'Evolving Dream'- a 30 second tone. I was also dreaming at that time. The entire sequence played out like an ad in animated frames on a white plate. The plates kept getting bigger, denoting the meal we earn every day, our growing salaries and aspirations. The ad was about people exasperated over failing projects. All the projects were simulated by their HR training wing. Towards the end, the 'failing subjects' were shown the sequence in which they could see themselves, all recorded and edited. The frames had messages that changed as per the stage everyone was in. I watched this sequence while the alarm got louder in a loop. It played till I woke up.

Waking up to sounds as part of the dream is a common occurrence, with the sounds enmeshed in the dream, inseparable, like a theme. But sometimes it amazes me that the mind can cook up a dream, a string of images so quickly with the sounds that play at that time in the morning. So the duration of the dream was no longer than 30 seconds and the detailing was way too much to recall. This writup is just an overview. How I wish a gadget could record the visuals that play in the head. There's a treasure cove sitting there.

Chasing an evolving dream

I woke up to a Blackberry wake-up tone called 'Evolving Dream'- a 30 second tone. I was also dreaming at that time. The entire sequence played out like an ad in animated frames on a white plate. The plates kept getting bigger, denoting the meal we earn every day, our growing salaries and aspirations. The ad was about people exasperated over failing projects. All the projects were simulated by their HR training wing. Towards the end, the 'failing subjects' were shown the sequence in which they could see themselves, all recorded and edited. The frames had messages that changed as per the stage everyone was in. I watched this sequence while the alarm got louder in a loop. It played till I woke up.

Waking up to sounds as part of the dream is a common occurrence, with the sounds enmeshed in the dream, inseparable, like a theme. But sometimes it amazes me that the mind can cook up a dream, a string of images so quickly with the sounds that play at that time in the morning. So the duration of the dream was no longer than 30 seconds and the detailing was way too much to recall. This writup is just an overview. How I wish a gadget could record the visuals that play in the head. There's a treasure cove sitting there.

A butterfly in a rainbow soaks the violet hue

A butterfly in a rainbow soaks the violet hue
Sun lit the greens and grass holds the due.
‘Serve up the cookies with jam and tea’
Said a rude rabbit hyper-actively.
‘We’ve waited a while for a beautiful day’
The horses neighed, all ready to play.
It was time for music and naturally,
Birds of paradise hummed whimsically,
‘Summon the flowers for a symphony
We’ll add the rhythm and harmony.’
Chameleons and snails took their time,
On a day like this, to hurry was a crime.
The caterpillar volunteered emphatically...
he took the dahlias to drum the leaves.
Its hollow stems made pretty good flutes,
The owls added with regular hoots,
Calla lilies made excellent trumpets,
thought the toads with bulbous throats.
The wicked cricket was watching this all,
Liked ruining parties; it was his call.
He landed in the midst with his Oleander helicopter,
‘All happy and celebrations and jubilations and songs,
Won’t last the day with ever-changing weather.’
In chorus, the ladybirds had to retort,
‘Go away you blasted spoilsport.’
They were backed by the flighty sparrow-
‘Nothing lasts forever we know.’
Hurricane tomorrow or rain or snow,
The earth has changed in a small duration,
We are these life forms on a similar probation!

A butterfly in a rainbow soaks the violet hue

A butterfly in a rainbow soaks the violet hue
Sun lit the greens and grass holds the due.
‘Serve up the cookies with jam and tea’
Said a rude rabbit hyper-actively.
‘We’ve waited a while for a beautiful day’
The horses neighed, all ready to play.
It was time for music and naturally,
Birds of paradise hummed whimsically,
‘Summon the flowers for a symphony
We’ll add the rhythm and harmony.’
Chameleons and snails took their time,
On a day like this, to hurry was a crime.
The caterpillar volunteered emphatically...
he took the dahlias to drum the leaves.
Its hollow stems made pretty good flutes,
The owls added with regular hoots,
Calla lilies made excellent trumpets,
thought the toads with bulbous throats.
The wicked cricket was watching this all,
Liked ruining parties; it was his call.
He landed in the midst with his Oleander helicopter,
‘All happy and celebrations and jubilations and songs,
Won’t last the day with ever-changing weather.’
In chorus, the ladybirds had to retort,
‘Go away you blasted spoilsport.’
They were backed by the flighty sparrow-
‘Nothing lasts forever we know.’
Hurricane tomorrow or rain or snow,
The earth has changed in a small duration,
We are these life forms on a similar probation!

Catch a dream... in notepad

Had a dream in which a friend called on my cell from a hotel lobby. She was in the lobby area, the ceiling of which went as high as the height of the hotel, and had a huge dome on top. The lifts were moving along the wall and the entire wall was visible from the lobby. This wall was covered with graphics which create patterns as the lifts moved. When all lifts stopped to make a certain static pattern, she was thrilled at the visual and called to tell me about it. What was funny and interesting was that I was watching all this in my dream. This is so surreal I woke up, and quickly noted this down before I forgot.

Catch a dream... in notepad

Had a dream in which a friend called on my cell from a hotel lobby. She was in the lobby area, the ceiling of which went as high as the height of the hotel, and had a huge dome on top. The lifts were moving along the wall and the entire wall was visible from the lobby. This wall was covered with graphics which create patterns as the lifts moved. When all lifts stopped to make a certain static pattern, she was thrilled at the visual and called to tell me about it. What was funny and interesting was that I was watching all this in my dream. This is so surreal I woke up, and quickly noted this down before I forgot.

Rebuild

I close my eyes and imagine I am in a large clearing in a forest. As I look around, in front of me, all my past achievements materialize together in one large abstract shape. The shape has grown by tens of feet and is now as large as a building. These are things I have always been proud of. I brag about it, use it as a totem pole of pride, my flags and feathers are stuck on in it and I show it off to people. I use it as a support and a descriptive to who I am. I like to think I have done great things and I am my own Superman and Thor.

Now here’s the problem. I am not able to do new things with my life because this colossal pole will not move anywhere. It’s fixed, solid. I have built my home around it; using it as a support to hold up parts of my house. The roots are growing around it and I am in the process of getting fossilized.

I stand up and walk a few feet away from this ‘shape’. As I think hard about letting go of this all, I begin to scale up in size. I am now as tall as this abomination. Suddenly from nowhere, a Samurai sword appears in my hand. I look at the beautiful weapon. Its not just any sword. It’s a beautiful high-carbon steel Katana. I seem to know Kenjutsu and how to handle this work of art. I now have a job at hand.

All this building over the years of past achievements has been stopping me from advancing to next levels and take larger steps. It is time to destroy what I already have done, and move to new things. The less I have, the less I carry and faster will I move. It’s either a skinny hermit running through a forest or a fat rich man on a cushion. Let it all go now. As my mind focuses on the central core in my chest, my body has moved swiftly and slashed down this behemoth of a structure- created with my pride over past achievements. It has been reduced to a rubble. I put the Katana back into its sheath and look at the rest of the clearing. The forest looks larger and there is more to explore, because I want to. I run into the dark greens.

Rebuild

I close my eyes and imagine I am in a large clearing in a forest. As I look around, in front of me, all my past achievements materialize together in one large abstract shape. The shape has grown by tens of feet and is now as large as a building. These are things I have always been proud of. I brag about it, use it as a totem pole of pride, my flags and feathers are stuck on in it and I show it off to people. I use it as a support and a descriptive to who I am. I like to think I have done great things and I am my own Superman and Thor.

Now here’s the problem. I am not able to do new things with my life because this colossal pole will not move anywhere. It’s fixed, solid. I have built my home around it; using it as a support to hold up parts of my house. The roots are growing around it and I am in the process of getting fossilized.

I stand up and walk a few feet away from this ‘shape’. As I think hard about letting go of this all, I begin to scale up in size. I am now as tall as this abomination. Suddenly from nowhere, a Samurai sword appears in my hand. I look at the beautiful weapon. Its not just any sword. It’s a beautiful high-carbon steel Katana. I seem to know Kenjutsu and how to handle this work of art. I now have a job at hand.

All this building over the years of past achievements has been stopping me from advancing to next levels and take larger steps. It is time to destroy what I already have done, and move to new things. The less I have, the less I carry and faster will I move. It’s either a skinny hermit running through a forest or a fat rich man on a cushion. Let it all go now. As my mind focuses on the central core in my chest, my body has moved swiftly and slashed down this behemoth of a structure- created with my pride over past achievements. It has been reduced to a rubble. I put the Katana back into its sheath and look at the rest of the clearing. The forest looks larger and there is more to explore, because I want to. I run into the dark greens.

Devolve

The green of the trees was only becoming eerier and more dense as we struggled with every step on the glazed rocks.

"I'm not going with you," the hairless monkey snapped. It's getting colder and I've had enough of this so-called trek." He mumbled angrily. His speech was only getting more unintelligible through the day, and sometimes he would screech in disagreement. I turned with a betrayed look on my face. Moving my head was becoming a pain now since the horns on my head were growing faster. I could now feel the weight of it every time I turned, so I would need to turn more gently now, else I would gravely injure someone walking around me. His colleague, now almost half wolf, agreed with him with a low growl and glared at me with a stare that surely did not mean well. Did he just grow another set of fangs there? I swallowed in fright and looked away as a shiver ran down my spine. I stretched my neck upwards towards the trees. The sun was nowhere in sight, it was cloudy and getting colder. All I heard was the stream nearby and the cribbing of the circus that we have morphed into. "Look, I saw a light in that hill ahead. It has to be someone's house, and not another shed. Can we try for that, before we are totally unable to communicate like humans?" The monkey sulked even more now. I could barely tell who he was in the original human form.

Twenty days back, our group of four had wandered off into a banned area called White Hill, which was cordoned off by a pharmaceutical company, for testing. How it got clearance in the mountains was news for a long time in the media. The public relations wing of this drug company later came out with a press release claiming to be an environment benefit crusader with a green vision, and got itself a stay order. We joked about the 'greens' it had to have that work for them. The factory was nested in the mountains beyond the national park where we were supposed to stay in.

The big metal and wood signs behind the barbed wires were clearly screaming danger, but could not hold back the wannabe, adventure-seeking Rambos we were. What started as a dare had now turned into a living nightmare for us. Much to our horror, we have transformed physically in the last ten days. I could only keep track of time with the scratches on my new grown hoof- a self-inflicted scar for every sunrise to keep track of the days. We had lost all our phones and gadgets, mainly because we were unable to hold them anymore, leave alone punch numbers into those keys which were too tiny for our hoofs and claws. The fruits and streams kept us alive, and transforming more. The natural conditions only seemed natural, but were not. Everything around us was laced with something that spiked more hormonal changes within us. In the maze like, never-ending forest, each of us was going through the growth stages that an animal would go through, and each of us was turning into a different animal. But the transformation seemed to have pickup up faster in the last 4 days. Our speech was turning incoherent and incomprehensible. We were responding to body language and smells more than the words we spoke. Our spines bent more towards the earth. We had been walking the mountains for nearly a week now, in one direction- east, and looking for any signs of hope.

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We were all completely human then. For a change, All four of us planned out our work related schedules and other priorities so we would go on a trek- maybe the last one. We were all getting older and the thought of walking with backpacks only exhausted us. It was time then, to do one last walk into the wild. City life has its dangers and wild sides too, but we were urban animals anyway. We wanted to climb a mountain, scramble up trees and rocks and be with the wilderness and the natural.
Little did we know, that it would be all we could be capable of.

Devolve

The green of the trees was only becoming eerier and more dense as we struggled with every step on the glazed rocks.

"I'm not going with you," the hairless monkey snapped. It's getting colder and I've had enough of this so-called trek." He mumbled angrily. His speech was only getting more unintelligible through the day, and sometimes he would screech in disagreement. I turned with a betrayed look on my face. Moving my head was becoming a pain now since the horns on my head were growing faster. I could now feel the weight of it every time I turned, so I would need to turn more gently now, else I would gravely injure someone walking around me. His colleague, now almost half wolf, agreed with him with a low growl and glared at me with a stare that surely did not mean well. Did he just grow another set of fangs there? I swallowed in fright and looked away as a shiver ran down my spine. I stretched my neck upwards towards the trees. The sun was nowhere in sight, it was cloudy and getting colder. All I heard was the stream nearby and the cribbing of the circus that we have morphed into. "Look, I saw a light in that hill ahead. It has to be someone's house, and not another shed. Can we try for that, before we are totally unable to communicate like humans?" The monkey sulked even more now. I could barely tell who he was in the original human form.

Twenty days back, our group of four had wandered off into a banned area called White Hill, which was cordoned off by a pharmaceutical company, for testing. How it got clearance in the mountains was news for a long time in the media. The public relations wing of this drug company later came out with a press release claiming to be an environment benefit crusader with a green vision, and got itself a stay order. We joked about the 'greens' it had to have that work for them. The factory was nested in the mountains beyond the national park where we were supposed to stay in.

The big metal and wood signs behind the barbed wires were clearly screaming danger, but could not hold back the wannabe, adventure-seeking Rambos we were. What started as a dare had now turned into a living nightmare for us. Much to our horror, we have transformed physically in the last ten days. I could only keep track of time with the scratches on my new grown hoof- a self-inflicted scar for every sunrise to keep track of the days. We had lost all our phones and gadgets, mainly because we were unable to hold them anymore, leave alone punch numbers into those keys which were too tiny for our hoofs and claws. The fruits and streams kept us alive, and transforming more. The natural conditions only seemed natural, but were not. Everything around us was laced with something that spiked more hormonal changes within us. In the maze like, never-ending forest, each of us was going through the growth stages that an animal would go through, and each of us was turning into a different animal. But the transformation seemed to have pickup up faster in the last 4 days. Our speech was turning incoherent and incomprehensible. We were responding to body language and smells more than the words we spoke. Our spines bent more towards the earth. We had been walking the mountains for nearly a week now, in one direction- east, and looking for any signs of hope.

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We were all completely human then. For a change, All four of us planned out our work related schedules and other priorities so we would go on a trek- maybe the last one. We were all getting older and the thought of walking with backpacks only exhausted us. It was time then, to do one last walk into the wild. City life has its dangers and wild sides too, but we were urban animals anyway. We wanted to climb a mountain, scramble up trees and rocks and be with the wilderness and the natural.
Little did we know, that it would be all we could be capable of.

10 things to do to your phone while its ringing

...also 10 interesting ways to get rid of your phone.

Here are a few interesting things you can do with your phone when it rings- just to see what happens.

1. Keep ready a slurry mixture of salami, sausages and butter chicken. The moment the phone rings, toss it in the mixture, swirl it all, and gently place the bowl in the middle of a pack of mongrels sleeping nearby.

2. Get a tennis racquet. Walk up to the centre of an open ground, or a beach and face the ocean, or the edge of a cliff edge. Keep the phone in full volume. Select a very irritating ring tone for a very annoying person. Call that person and ask to be called back (create the situation will you). The moment the phone rings, toss that phone in the air, give it the hardest, pumpiest, thumpiest, full blown, socking whack with your tennis racquet... and don't miss. Missing will really piss you off.

3. Go to the top-most floor of a very tall building. Call someone or, if the phone rings, answer it and tell the person to record the conversation. Dead drop the phone to the earth. Ask the person to mail you the sound file. Play it in an endless loop, or as a separator to all the songs in your playlist. Whooooooo... BangaCrashaKlackityCrunch... Fortune, fame, mirror vain, gone insane, but the memory remains...

4. Give the phone to a 2-year-old for the day. It should be the only thing to play with.

5. Drop your phone on a busy road. Park close by. See how long it lasts.

6. Get a bonnfire ready and roaring. Toss the phone in a mug of petrol. Toss all contents of the mug in the fire. Whoosshhhhhh... Record and play as given in point 3.

7. Walk up to a road-paving bulldozer. Ask the driver if you can have your phone permanently embedded in the road. If they are life-loving, free spirited people, you can have your phone rest in peace in the road (and the road becomes my bride...)

8. Tie the phone to fireworks- maybe a big rocket. Start the video recording on the camera. Light 'em up. If you can find your phone, see if you can salvage the video from the memory card. Now that I figure should be one hell of a sight.

9. Go to a remote hilly area, away from all this crap. Give the phone away to a local villager on one condition based on sheer trust- he clicks pictures every day of the natural surroundings and emails it to you and the end of the month.

10. One more... I need one more...

10 things to do to your phone while its ringing

...also 10 interesting ways to get rid of your phone.

Here are a few interesting things you can do with your phone when it rings- just to see what happens.

1. Keep ready a slurry mixture of salami, sausages and butter chicken. The moment the phone rings, toss it in the mixture, swirl it all, and gently place the bowl in the middle of a pack of mongrels sleeping nearby.

2. Get a tennis racquet. Walk up to the centre of an open ground, or a beach and face the ocean, or the edge of a cliff edge. Keep the phone in full volume. Select a very irritating ring tone for a very annoying person. Call that person and ask to be called back (create the situation will you). The moment the phone rings, toss that phone in the air, give it the hardest, pumpiest, thumpiest, full blown, socking whack with your tennis racquet... and don't miss. Missing will really piss you off.

3. Go to the top-most floor of a very tall building. Call someone or, if the phone rings, answer it and tell the person to record the conversation. Dead drop the phone to the earth. Ask the person to mail you the sound file. Play it in an endless loop, or as a separator to all the songs in your playlist. Whooooooo... BangaCrashaKlackityCrunch... Fortune, fame, mirror vain, gone insane, but the memory remains...

4. Give the phone to a 2-year-old for the day. It should be the only thing to play with.

5. Drop your phone on a busy road. Park close by. See how long it lasts.

6. Get a bonnfire ready and roaring. Toss the phone in a mug of petrol. Toss all contents of the mug in the fire. Whoosshhhhhh... Record and play as given in point 3.

7. Walk up to a road-paving bulldozer. Ask the driver if you can have your phone permanently embedded in the road. If they are life-loving, free spirited people, you can have your phone rest in peace in the road (and the road becomes my bride...)

8. Tie the phone to fireworks- maybe a big rocket. Start the video recording on the camera. Light 'em up. If you can find your phone, see if you can salvage the video from the memory card. Now that I figure should be one hell of a sight.

9. Go to a remote hilly area, away from all this crap. Give the phone away to a local villager on one condition based on sheer trust- he clicks pictures every day of the natural surroundings and emails it to you and the end of the month.

10. One more... I need one more...

Birds eye view

The hot arid desert shone like gold in the burning afternoon. The heavily chromed, metallic vultures swooped down on the bubbling tarmac for a spontaneous conference. Their claws stuck to the tar like spoons in hot caramel. Although they despised each other, they were similar. So any hint amongst themselves for a meeting would be taken seriously. And they would gather once in a while.
"Think this party will last longer?" asked Sukuzi, hoping for approval and an aye from his LED-blinking-eyed buddies. "It's just a matter of time, and the last tree will be gone. Then it's for us to take a call on what stays and not." said Donha optimistically, and happy with his recent offering in the desert-named after a musical muse for the humans. Fita did not respond. He sulked and always looked miserable. Dhunyai, the side kick and survivor from the last onslaught from Sukuzi, straightened his neck out to spot something afar. He flapped his wings in glee as another tree vaporised in the horizon. "It's a dead give away," he cackled, "how humans love us and watch us eat them from the inside. Pity MG is not around to see this. After decades of squabbling with Earth lovers, he's given in. Now the party is all ours, I figure."
"But we need to keep it down, least they wake up." They looked upward to see where that came from. It was Yotoya, the largest of the birds, as he thundered in from the sky. His incredibly large feet burrowed into the melting road till its gigantic talons sunk into the black goo as he weighed in to relax. Towering over the others, his shadow intimidated the other wannabees. "Release a hybrid now and then, till the earth's liquid lasts. Then we'll go all electric." He preached as though to benefit the rest, only to hatch his own plans behind his diabolical beak. "But be wary of a local bird about to lay a nestful."
"What local pigeon encroaches upon our wingspan here?" Asked Dorf, another big, arrogant and aging vulture. He hated Yotoya, but kept his tone down in his presence. Yotoya spoke. "It may not be a big threat now, but it is getting some serious attention. And you know how precious attention is, right?" He turned to Fita with that, wanting to taunt him more with subtle undertones. Fita hated that look. "This is a growing playground. It's big, and the humans do not seem to fight us with norms for Earth's sake. Everything goes. Keep the gold dust ready. They sell out easily."

Donha and Sukuzi hopped about unfazed by the conversation. They had their own schemes to hatch. Dhunyai scanned the ground for bits to nibble. Dorf and Yotoya faced opposite directions. Secretly, they all wondered about Taat, the local, and what its new feathers would look like.

Birds eye view

The hot arid desert shone like gold in the burning afternoon. The heavily chromed, metallic vultures swooped down on the bubbling tarmac for a spontaneous conference. Their claws stuck to the tar like spoons in hot caramel. Although they despised each other, they were similar. So any hint amongst themselves for a meeting would be taken seriously. And they would gather once in a while.
"Think this party will last longer?" asked Sukuzi, hoping for approval and an aye from his LED-blinking-eyed buddies. "It's just a matter of time, and the last tree will be gone. Then it's for us to take a call on what stays and not." said Donha optimistically, and happy with his recent offering in the desert-named after a musical muse for the humans. Fita did not respond. He sulked and always looked miserable. Dhunyai, the side kick and survivor from the last onslaught from Sukuzi, straightened his neck out to spot something afar. He flapped his wings in glee as another tree vaporised in the horizon. "It's a dead give away," he cackled, "how humans love us and watch us eat them from the inside. Pity MG is not around to see this. After decades of squabbling with Earth lovers, he's given in. Now the party is all ours, I figure."
"But we need to keep it down, least they wake up." They looked upward to see where that came from. It was Yotoya, the largest of the birds, as he thundered in from the sky. His incredibly large feet burrowed into the melting road till its gigantic talons sunk into the black goo as he weighed in to relax. Towering over the others, his shadow intimidated the other wannabees. "Release a hybrid now and then, till the earth's liquid lasts. Then we'll go all electric." He preached as though to benefit the rest, only to hatch his own plans behind his diabolical beak. "But be wary of a local bird about to lay a nestful."
"What local pigeon encroaches upon our wingspan here?" Asked Dorf, another big, arrogant and aging vulture. He hated Yotoya, but kept his tone down in his presence. Yotoya spoke. "It may not be a big threat now, but it is getting some serious attention. And you know how precious attention is, right?" He turned to Fita with that, wanting to taunt him more with subtle undertones. Fita hated that look. "This is a growing playground. It's big, and the humans do not seem to fight us with norms for Earth's sake. Everything goes. Keep the gold dust ready. They sell out easily."

Donha and Sukuzi hopped about unfazed by the conversation. They had their own schemes to hatch. Dhunyai scanned the ground for bits to nibble. Dorf and Yotoya faced opposite directions. Secretly, they all wondered about Taat, the local, and what its new feathers would look like.

night sky in a handkerchief knot

a sleeping thought
wakes to the evening star
wishing for the night sky to spread out the rug across the sky
its time for an evening walk
monsters in the head just slept for a while
I have time till tomorrow
till they rise from their slumber
its short time
my feet are warm from the bonn fire
a comet streaks across chasing her own dream
can I hop on for a ride?
I got a night to go
then will be whisked away
to the pavement
not the waterfall

indulge in a sweet I have avoided
convey an affection
pause to respond today
someone needs my help
can I solve everything?
i dare not assume i can
I need help myself
to scramble up the night sky
the rug is giving in
relax, dont try so hard

affection doesn't have to be a burden
nor a toll on me
just think it
radiate if you can
anyone can catch it
but i have to mean it,
really feel it
else it wont matter
not the waterfall, not the evening star

other abstract thoughts of this crazy week- in the universe, in the milky way, in the sun's solar system, on earth, in asia, in india, in delhi, in connaught place, in 'a' block, at wenger's, in the pastry shelf on the right, there's a pastry called beehive bun. sinking my teeth into it... Ufffffff...

night sky in a handkerchief knot

a sleeping thought
wakes to the evening star
wishing for the night sky to spread out the rug across the sky
its time for an evening walk
monsters in the head just slept for a while
I have time till tomorrow
till they rise from their slumber
its short time
my feet are warm from the bonn fire
a comet streaks across chasing her own dream
can I hop on for a ride?
I got a night to go
then will be whisked away
to the pavement
not the waterfall

indulge in a sweet I have avoided
convey an affection
pause to respond today
someone needs my help
can I solve everything?
i dare not assume i can
I need help myself
to scramble up the night sky
the rug is giving in
relax, dont try so hard

affection doesn't have to be a burden
nor a toll on me
just think it
radiate if you can
anyone can catch it
but i have to mean it,
really feel it
else it wont matter
not the waterfall, not the evening star

other abstract thoughts of this crazy week- in the universe, in the milky way, in the sun's solar system, on earth, in asia, in india, in delhi, in connaught place, in 'a' block, at wenger's, in the pastry shelf on the right, there's a pastry called beehive bun. sinking my teeth into it... Ufffffff...

Roll with it!

a 15 hundredth of a desire spiking into the brain from the back of the head is scroggling through my hair and swizzles the scalp, and I reach for the itch but when I look up, I sense a breeze I missed which I wished I kissed. I wonder at the blunder and let it go again. Is it a pang of standing shirtless in a forest at the edge of a waterfall- wishing I bit the bullet and jumped, or is it me standing on a pavement, about to cross the road to complete my reduler scheduler againer? Another day goes by and I kept wishing I was in a forest, a river, a nobody near a nothing, nothingness for something more meaningful. If not this, then a higher sky, you liar- try. A cloud to rocket past, blast past the half mast at last. A biker no, a hiker no, like her? yes. Mess, mess, mess. Passionate people cry at work. A plate of anything is a king's meal when you're famished, a well earned meal can make me happy.

The Spiderwick Chronicles, Iron man. you'll love both- if you're 16.
Nokia's campaign for their navigation system says, 'Let's never get lost again.'
O please get lost- don't take the fun off life. It's all about getting lost once in a while.
Random thought of the week- If you are going through some sort of a personal change, get a brand new pair of shoes. It's like shedding old skin. Change is good- let's roll with it!

Roll with it!

a 15 hundredth of a desire spiking into the brain from the back of the head is scroggling through my hair and swizzles the scalp, and I reach for the itch but when I look up, I sense a breeze I missed which I wished I kissed. I wonder at the blunder and let it go again. Is it a pang of standing shirtless in a forest at the edge of a waterfall- wishing I bit the bullet and jumped, or is it me standing on a pavement, about to cross the road to complete my reduler scheduler againer? Another day goes by and I kept wishing I was in a forest, a river, a nobody near a nothing, nothingness for something more meaningful. If not this, then a higher sky, you liar- try. A cloud to rocket past, blast past the half mast at last. A biker no, a hiker no, like her? yes. Mess, mess, mess. Passionate people cry at work. A plate of anything is a king's meal when you're famished, a well earned meal can make me happy.

The Spiderwick Chronicles, Iron man. you'll love both- if you're 16.
Nokia's campaign for their navigation system says, 'Let's never get lost again.'
O please get lost- don't take the fun off life. It's all about getting lost once in a while.
Random thought of the week- If you are going through some sort of a personal change, get a brand new pair of shoes. It's like shedding old skin. Change is good- let's roll with it!

no babes no

no I don't imagine much
No I dont fantasize
no i dont love a day in the sun
no I'm not drunk
No I dont love making breakfast for an hour
No i don't like tea in my balcony
No I dont love yapping with friends with a bottle
No I'm not thinking of you
No I dont think its stupid to write a poem after 4 drinks down
No I dont think 10 is a good number
No I dont think love and booze mix

no babes no

no I don't imagine much
No I dont fantasize
no i dont love a day in the sun
no I'm not drunk
No I dont love making breakfast for an hour
No i don't like tea in my balcony
No I dont love yapping with friends with a bottle
No I'm not thinking of you
No I dont think its stupid to write a poem after 4 drinks down
No I dont think 10 is a good number
No I dont think love and booze mix