its freakin 4 in the mornin dam.....well my victory rounds after the mindblowin worldcup final have extended in to this wo so senseless shoot which i am not sure ill ever use....well lifes like that ,,,,sometimes you do things knowing theres no point and sometimes u miss out on stuff which is like shit important to your very being,,,,
this day easily goes down as the most unimportant eventful day in my life....dono if thats a oxymoron...well 5 am i shout on my society president,....some freak fauji who didnt like the sight of my all new unwashed sex on toast set of wheels while he was on his morning walk...then he alleges that i tried to run him down ...ya sure i wish i would have,,,thanks to my insane sense that prevailed ....i am proud though how i survived the 7 am courtmarshel with 7 faujis eatin my head on being a good citizen which whose prime most responsibility is to park the car at the right slot,...cause you know such in dicipline can kill some one on front,,,,gurrrrrrrr....feel like shootin each one of them down,,,,
i forgive them hmm i feel like god sometimes....but dam India screwed the shit out of Pakistan and i went mad and am sure embarrassed the shit out of shilpa who just wanted little peace in her life ....sorry baba...some days are just some days....
weird ...how bored i must be to actually write about this unimportant eventful day....am sure there are better days ahead....
i have moved over the morose me to the happier me , i have graduated from being a working class hero to a student starting at zero , i now have a license to love the love of my life as per the holy matrimony . I feel its the all new me. new challenges newer achievements, more love ,more smiles and more good times...life seems beautiful .
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
were is my change
another year ,,,,passed by ,,,like a uncertain whiff .like a stranger ,,,
its been tough ....huh,,,,pretty tough....
its strange you know when suddenly people around you start disappearing..
like Morrison says....no safety no surprise......the end
shilpa ,dj , meera , mona ....i know u would have been here if you could have but you couldn't....i love you anyways.....
i used to say every birthday of mine brings a change ....am still waiting for that change this year....am getting anxious almost uncertain of what lies ahead....
its been tough ....huh,,,,pretty tough....
its strange you know when suddenly people around you start disappearing..
like Morrison says....no safety no surprise......the end
shilpa ,dj , meera , mona ....i know u would have been here if you could have but you couldn't....i love you anyways.....
i used to say every birthday of mine brings a change ....am still waiting for that change this year....am getting anxious almost uncertain of what lies ahead....
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
raft through gods farm land....
i just landed on presumably the highest civilian airstrip in the country....its cold outside....drive towards the the mystique old town of leh is unnerving.......am on a rafting expedition////through the grand canyon of asia....would be rafting through the mighty zanskar valley....walla....3 days of drive through the highest mountain passes in this part of the world...drive...camp...drive...camp.....and then 5 days on the river....tackling grade 4 rapids,..stop camp when u want a sutta break.....start when u feel the adrenalin rush...3 rafts ,,,,7 rafters /////some old fogies...some future acquaintances.....we raft through landscape ...so crass....so imposing...untouched...unexplored....u almost feel like an intruder into gods own farm house...ur off road ,,,of civilization.....steering on gut and a gps....nothing matters anymore....i god dam wanna get lost ..........
irony ........my chutti got cancelled....
irony ........my chutti got cancelled....
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
will i
Misty moon light or shades of day
starlit sky or rain drops are falling on my head
forest all around or water touching the horizon
loud silence or quiet cricket noise.....
walk on the old church road or quiet chat on the old school bench
dance till dawn or run at the crack of it....
belafonte, frank Sinatra blues or Morrison and weder poetry
sudden spur of surprises or mellow change....
shallow affection or deep hatred...
true lies or bitter truths.....
will i ever be able to pick.....
starlit sky or rain drops are falling on my head
forest all around or water touching the horizon
loud silence or quiet cricket noise.....
walk on the old church road or quiet chat on the old school bench
dance till dawn or run at the crack of it....
belafonte, frank Sinatra blues or Morrison and weder poetry
sudden spur of surprises or mellow change....
shallow affection or deep hatred...
true lies or bitter truths.....
will i ever be able to pick.....
Monday, June 11, 2007
Fluid
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