Sunday, September 30, 2007

so i played along.


Going fast, going slow,
a note above or a note below,
every now and then, going offbeat,
a song that had shades all complete...
life...was that song...
so i played along.

forgetting the lyrics in between,
filling in, with any crap, such a routine.
it gave me a melody, also a delirium,
kept me hanging,on a musical pendulum...
life...such a song...
so i played along.

did dance on it, improvised,
sometimes with full soul, at times downsized,
searching for a rhythm, for harmony,
switching genres, orchestra de irony.
life...just a song...
so i played along.

Friday, September 28, 2007

My Greatest fear...

My greatest fear is that, I am going to die... without knowing what I was living for..

Ya its still the same day, my mind still playing tricks...but instead of being blank, now it has started moving in some other direction, contrary to what I'm trying it to move it to i.e my Downstream Processing photostats..and i'm thinking that my whole life, am i just going to study things that i don't think i would ever remember after the exam is over...i probably should never drink so much tea in the night..

my mind playing tricks..

i have an exam tomorrow at 10:30 am...a lot of course left, but thats not the problem...that is kind of a routine thing, i'm very used to that...the problem is, i just had a glass full of tea(and not exaggerating), coz i thought i need to stay awake;which now i am...but somehow, my mind is half asleep; coz right now i'm like a really dumb person; who has to read a line four times to understand it...you would say, i should sleep; which i want to, but i can't coz my mind is also half-awake but blank...really blank...how else can i prove my state of mind, i'm writing a blog entry about complete nonsense at a very critical time..this feels so drunk..

Friday, September 21, 2007

Almost Bitten.

Today i had a close call with my street dog.. he was aiming for a cat, but i obviously thought it was my lucky day..anyways, so there was screaming and running and a lot of heart-throbbing.. not all in vain; since i came up with this..

जिन्दगी में कुछ ऐसे भी सफ़र आते हैं
जहाँ लोग खुद की परछाई से भी डर जाते हैं.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

The simple truth...10

Having a bad day is like having an apparently empty toothpaste tube... you just have to squeeze harder, you'll be amazed how much toothpaste it had hidden..

Monday, September 17, 2007

Idiot and the idiot box.


In my earlier post, Addiction prone vs. addiction proof; i talked about how "other" people handle their addiction or the lack of it... Well, here i would like to confess, that once upon a time, i was addicted to the idiot box..

As my dad often narrates me the story, that as a child i was very hard-working and good girl (and by that he means always interested in doing any dead boring domestic task, as if it was my dream-job).. and tv was there in our home, but you see, i was too passionate about other things to ever pay attention to it.. and one day, my dad committed the gravest mistake; he saw me doing some work, and asked me to halt that and watch the tv with him... And that was a turning point in my life!!

It was love at first sight, i was bowled over by its grandeur, though what we had, was a shamelessly small set, 14 inches; black and white screen; and a very ugly shutter, and combined with the fact Doordarshan in those days was hideously dull... but i guess, love really is blind!!.. anyhow, it started to replace all my other activities, and thus was created my signature laziness and procrastination... i was so attracted to that thing, that i was found (many a times) actually moving towards it mesmerized, until there was a mere 20cm distance between us.. and this may seem like an exaggeration but my family can swear on it.. i don't remember much, what the hell i used to watch on it... mostly cartoons, chitrahaar, cricket and basically everything else..

So my condition wasn't good, but it was still under control, the final straw came when we got the cable... i was in 6th standard, i think.. and thats when my parents completely lost their sweet, obedient daughter... i became hysterical with so many channels to fill in my mind space.. i became the ultimate tv guide, before the cable guys even thought of coming out with it.. and im really not proud, of documenting this looserish fling that i had with my tv, if i'm giving that kind of vibes.. but i was just unstoppable... i always had to have the remote, like a divine right; so that meant war with my brother at almost all times.. i used to plead to my dad to let me watch the late night shows, to which he had just one answer, NO... and that used to make me so mad, that i would watch double the amount the next day, just to compensate.. would lie down like a corpse on the couch and stay there until someone would turn it off..

ya i know, it makes me sick too.. but i did get out of that addiction, more sooner than later.. owing to many factors; most important being, i wasn't enjoying myself.. it feels so much better to be in control of your life. After all its nothing but an idiot box.. ending with a quote, i don't remember from whom:

" Tv has proved that people would look at anything, rather than each other."

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Thoughts on pot.

It is amazing how under-rated your pot-time is, in your life... Apart from the natural relief that it brings to you, your pot-time is the time when your mind experiences a flood of ideas and thoughts; if you'd only utilize it.

Examples say louder, so heres what i came up with in the morning:

वोह तहजीब वोह तकल्लुफ आपका
कितना बेशरम था हर एक उफ़ आपका

and this coming out of nowhere, when i don't even do or read shayari; made me rethink of this whole process as an untapped area to actually think about..
As a child, this used to be a good time to revise my lessons; or fabricate revenge plans; or regret the things to which i had witty replies, but just not at the right time; or sulk after having a fight with my brother/mother/father/all of them... but i think, as i became older this process became more and more like an unconscious one, so though my mind was constantly working, i stopped realizing the difference between the normal thoughts and the thoughts during the pot-time... and i don't know if that was a good thing or bad..

So anyways, what makes the pot-time so ideal to exercise your brains??.. i think its the fact, that you're absolutely alone within those four walls, no distractions whatsoever.. combined with the fact that you have nothing else to do; which makes it easier to bring out the latent stuff that is inside of you..and no pun intended!