OK.
i tried, i swear i did, but my brain is dead.
i just cant write , or think, or imagine or be creative.
life is super static. People have lost all hope in me, they've even started de-blog rolling me!!wow!!
i have never felt so useless all my life!! college is over and life sucks!!
pray! pray for me fellow bloggers, pray for my brain to live again.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Saturday, May 31, 2008
E-mail from Nera
hello all, Nera the cat asked me to send this reply to Rut the rat, please tell him abt it if you see him anytime....here is the letter that he had sent to her.. http://scarletconfab.blogspot.com/2008/05/with-all-love-in-world.html
Yo dude Rut…ssup!!!
Sorry for da late reply,,,,,the letter smelled really good,,kinda licked it all up, chewed it and then realized, damn, it was paper. sent it to the laundry to wash it and get it ironed.
Before anything else, my mum kinda got hyper reading “I lay my eyes on your soft furry coat that shines under the moonlight like a glistening cape of black diamonds” part and she said she wants to have a little tete a tete wid ya buddy!!
Anyway, jack and I are history, he lost all mah love when he failed to get you to me. I was so hungry that day. He’s’ not half a tom cat, jerk. say hi to tod man, and tell him he tastes real nice!! his tail does at least.
see dude, I m not the honey sugar kinda gurl, more of a ssup kinds, so plz keep the honey ,the sugar far away from me!! gives me yuck feelings.
U r quite a soft guy for a man, and im quite darin, so ya may be we cud get along. I hate cheese btw!!
And du’uh!! Who are u kiddin eh?? The garbage can?? I m a chic feline, bathe in catthol and shampoo mah self daily with catene, you don’t expect me to c ya near that freakin bin do ya??
So well I will see ya and let ya present your case. are you like a Shakespeare freak too?? coz I aint understand ntin of that fella man!!
oh ya dude, just remember to get some salt and pepper wid yaw en u come. C u at the hungry cats corner at 11 sharp. will be waitin wid all mah friends wid my paws open. mueaaaauuuh
Love and all that cute jazz
Nera ..yo!!
Yo dude Rut…ssup!!!
Sorry for da late reply,,,,,the letter smelled really good,,kinda licked it all up, chewed it and then realized, damn, it was paper. sent it to the laundry to wash it and get it ironed.
Before anything else, my mum kinda got hyper reading “I lay my eyes on your soft furry coat that shines under the moonlight like a glistening cape of black diamonds” part and she said she wants to have a little tete a tete wid ya buddy!!
Anyway, jack and I are history, he lost all mah love when he failed to get you to me. I was so hungry that day. He’s’ not half a tom cat, jerk. say hi to tod man, and tell him he tastes real nice!! his tail does at least.
see dude, I m not the honey sugar kinda gurl, more of a ssup kinds, so plz keep the honey ,the sugar far away from me!! gives me yuck feelings.
U r quite a soft guy for a man, and im quite darin, so ya may be we cud get along. I hate cheese btw!!
And du’uh!! Who are u kiddin eh?? The garbage can?? I m a chic feline, bathe in catthol and shampoo mah self daily with catene, you don’t expect me to c ya near that freakin bin do ya??
So well I will see ya and let ya present your case. are you like a Shakespeare freak too?? coz I aint understand ntin of that fella man!!
oh ya dude, just remember to get some salt and pepper wid yaw en u come. C u at the hungry cats corner at 11 sharp. will be waitin wid all mah friends wid my paws open. mueaaaauuuh
Love and all that cute jazz
Nera ..yo!!
Monday, May 19, 2008
My better half and I...the journey so far.....
We met at this festival…our eyes met, jab we met! and we could hear violins playing around us, there was love in the air and….and…..WAKE UP!! None of the aforesaid bull shit happened. Ours is a tale of a different kind!! so, for those who want to know, read the following poem (if one may call it so, lets just call it a limerick, I am still uncertain though) and, well, the rest is for you to ponder upon……
We have been together for a year and a half now
We’ve not had even a squabble since,
Many marvel how?
We think of the same things and even say the same things at the same time,
according to the Indian constitution (if you have a dirty mind and if you know what I am talking about),
you will probably think this is a crime!!
We can talk to each other for hours without getting bored,
About anything at all,From career decisions to why the hell did the chicken cross the road!(Note- forced rhyme)
We have laughed together, cried together even traveled together,
Irrespective of what so ever is the weather!
(Note-forced rhyme again!!)
We understand each other to the core
I couldn’t have asked god for more.
It troubles one to see a mark of worry on the others face,
Our bond is getting stronger by god’s grace!
My better half is a part of me now,
Can’t think of life without you dear!
The journey for us has just begun,
The future will bring us even more near!!
(Disclaimer- do not rate my literary skills on this piece.
if you have a raised eyebrow, You have a dirty mind.
We are both straight n single! however, not ready to mingle!! )
Monday, May 5, 2008
LIFELESS......
The dishes lie in the kitchen sink.
The unclean clothes in the dryer,
The coffee in the mug has gone cold
I can see wrinkles on it when I touch its surface .
There is a usual sigh here and there
But I don’t like to pretend and be heard
I cry. My soul cries. But no one hears me.
I don’t let them
It shatters me. Your absence
It tears me apart. Your hope
It strangles me to death. That thought…..
The tea pan is still on the stove; it’s empty now and is burning,
But you, you’re too far away somewhere to be bothered.
It’s dark, very dark in broad daylight,
It’s very lonely on the crowded street,
It’s very dim. The bright sun.
When there is no where for me to run….
Stop it! This wait.
It makes me want to live.
Kill it!! This time.
It forces me to hope.
I am battered and bruised,
Yet not a mark on me.
The outer me is flawless
The inner me, lifeless.
The unclean clothes in the dryer,
The coffee in the mug has gone cold
I can see wrinkles on it when I touch its surface .
There is a usual sigh here and there
But I don’t like to pretend and be heard
I cry. My soul cries. But no one hears me.
I don’t let them
It shatters me. Your absence
It tears me apart. Your hope
It strangles me to death. That thought…..
The tea pan is still on the stove; it’s empty now and is burning,
But you, you’re too far away somewhere to be bothered.
It’s dark, very dark in broad daylight,
It’s very lonely on the crowded street,
It’s very dim. The bright sun.
When there is no where for me to run….
Stop it! This wait.
It makes me want to live.
Kill it!! This time.
It forces me to hope.
I am battered and bruised,
Yet not a mark on me.
The outer me is flawless
The inner me, lifeless.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
ANKAHEE....
BEWARE!! THIS IS MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT URDU POETRY, I DONT KNOW IF U WILL SURVIVE READING THIS!!
Tanhaaee kya hai?
Tanhaaee gar kabhie akelepan ka dariya hai, to kabhi khud ko samajhne ka zariya.
Kabhie ek pal bhi tanhaaee me guzar nahee paataa hai
To kabhie is tanhaaee me bahut mazaa aata hai.
Tanhaee ko akelaapan samajhne kee ghalti karne vaalo,
Shor o gul se door, isee tanhaaee mein to, insaan apne aapko,
Apnee hee maujoodgi ka ehsaas dilaa paata hai!!
Aasoon kya hain??
khushi ho ya gham, ye kabhie bhi jhalak jaate hain
kabhi rote ki, to kabhi haste ki aankho me nazar aate hain.
duniya ke tano ke darr se, kabhie log inhe aakhon ka kachda keh kar chupa lete hain,
to kabhie apne dard ko chupa, inhe khushi ke aasuon mein tabdeel kar lete hain!!
Andhera kya hai?
Andhera gar gham ke baadlon ka gehra saaya hai,
to andhere mein hee roshni ka raaz bhi samaayaa hai.
Andhere mein gum hote, andhere se darte logon,
aaj ka andhera hee to kal kee roshni ka paighaam laayaa hai!!
Yaad kya hai??
Bhool kar cheezon ko yaad kiya jata hai,
bhool kar jab koi bahut yaad aata hai,
chehra jab uska aakhon mein aasoon le aata hai,
tab dil dhikkar ke kehta hai, “aye dost, tujhe koi haq nahi use yaad karne ka,
yaad to use kiya jaataa hai jise ye dil kabhie bhula bhi pataa hai”
Khaamoshi kya hai??
Khaamoshi ek anjaanaa ehsaas hai,
phir bhi lagta jaana pehchaana saa ankahaa raaz hai.
is ehsaas ko, raaz ko kuch kehte hue hai maine suna!!
log to aaj bolte ko khaamosh kar dete hain
maine to khaamoshi ko baate karte hue hai suna!!
Tanhaaee gar kabhie akelepan ka dariya hai, to kabhi khud ko samajhne ka zariya.
Kabhie ek pal bhi tanhaaee me guzar nahee paataa hai
To kabhie is tanhaaee me bahut mazaa aata hai.
Tanhaee ko akelaapan samajhne kee ghalti karne vaalo,
Shor o gul se door, isee tanhaaee mein to, insaan apne aapko,
Apnee hee maujoodgi ka ehsaas dilaa paata hai!!
Aasoon kya hain??
khushi ho ya gham, ye kabhie bhi jhalak jaate hain
kabhi rote ki, to kabhi haste ki aankho me nazar aate hain.
duniya ke tano ke darr se, kabhie log inhe aakhon ka kachda keh kar chupa lete hain,
to kabhie apne dard ko chupa, inhe khushi ke aasuon mein tabdeel kar lete hain!!
Andhera kya hai?
Andhera gar gham ke baadlon ka gehra saaya hai,
to andhere mein hee roshni ka raaz bhi samaayaa hai.
Andhere mein gum hote, andhere se darte logon,
aaj ka andhera hee to kal kee roshni ka paighaam laayaa hai!!
Yaad kya hai??
Bhool kar cheezon ko yaad kiya jata hai,
bhool kar jab koi bahut yaad aata hai,
chehra jab uska aakhon mein aasoon le aata hai,
tab dil dhikkar ke kehta hai, “aye dost, tujhe koi haq nahi use yaad karne ka,
yaad to use kiya jaataa hai jise ye dil kabhie bhula bhi pataa hai”
Khaamoshi kya hai??
Khaamoshi ek anjaanaa ehsaas hai,
phir bhi lagta jaana pehchaana saa ankahaa raaz hai.
is ehsaas ko, raaz ko kuch kehte hue hai maine suna!!
log to aaj bolte ko khaamosh kar dete hain
maine to khaamoshi ko baate karte hue hai suna!!
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Hmmmm....
A first gaze
A second glance,
A third look
A fourth chance.
Myriad dreams built
In a moment a broken Heart.
A Glaring hope
A Charm to die
Lost Forever….
In dreams now they lie…..
A second glance,
A third look
A fourth chance.
Myriad dreams built
In a moment a broken Heart.
A Glaring hope
A Charm to die
Lost Forever….
In dreams now they lie…..
Friday, April 18, 2008
"Coach" Potatoes!!
The oxford dictionary has yet another addition,or rather should have one,my creation.The word''coach potato'',meaning-men on the train with nothing to do but stare at their female counterparts and eat like hunger stricken people in the process.
On a journey by the Kalka from delhi, accompanied by my friends (we were coming back from Jamia to kolkata from a seminar there..but thats besides the point!!) , by the sleeper class , i came across the above specimen in huge numbers. These men (with some political affiliation) had with them electronic gadgets which are so expensive that i wondered how they managed even sleeper class tickets. This journey also taught me an innovative pose of sleeping which i call ''the sight seeing pose'', whereby these coach potatoes put their heads in place of their feet and lie on their stomachs on the upper birth of the train wih their heads resting on their crossed hands..i actually believe this can be a great new yoga pose, we may call it ''disgustingstare-ashana''.
We were bothered when we ate, spoke to each other and comments were even passed when we said nothing at all! to add to our misery our train was 16hrs late stuck at mughalsarai for more than 12 hrs! We were forced to do a lot of things which sanity would not permit us to do othertwise like looking after chained luggage! and not sleeping for 36 hrs, ready to attack with pepper spray, deo, (yes they also have other use!!) ,neither talk nor giggle and most importantly not call each other by names, now thats what you call true freedom!! (they were farting away to glory at night,,while still wide awake ogling at us and saying things like “aah kaa baans” yuck!!!
With so much being talked about female liberation this experience felt as if being a girl was a crime and a source of enjoyment for the on lookers. Not reacting and even keeping quiet did not help. Well thanks to some distant relative of mine (sorry sir i do not renmember your name!!) some security people came to rescue us when the not so gentle men had crossed all their limits trying to take our pictures with their camera phones!( dad..i feel deprived) Did i forget to mention they were carrying MP3s! It would however be important to mention here that we did manage to transfer ourself to A.C 3Tier at the end for a couple of hours where some very caring gentlemen (and I m not being sarcastic this time!!) left their seats so that we could sleep and even offered to charge our phones for us!!
Moral of the story?? nothing much,,wanted to share this incident,,thats it!!
On a journey by the Kalka from delhi, accompanied by my friends (we were coming back from Jamia to kolkata from a seminar there..but thats besides the point!!) , by the sleeper class , i came across the above specimen in huge numbers. These men (with some political affiliation) had with them electronic gadgets which are so expensive that i wondered how they managed even sleeper class tickets. This journey also taught me an innovative pose of sleeping which i call ''the sight seeing pose'', whereby these coach potatoes put their heads in place of their feet and lie on their stomachs on the upper birth of the train wih their heads resting on their crossed hands..i actually believe this can be a great new yoga pose, we may call it ''disgustingstare-ashana''.
We were bothered when we ate, spoke to each other and comments were even passed when we said nothing at all! to add to our misery our train was 16hrs late stuck at mughalsarai for more than 12 hrs! We were forced to do a lot of things which sanity would not permit us to do othertwise like looking after chained luggage! and not sleeping for 36 hrs, ready to attack with pepper spray, deo, (yes they also have other use!!) ,neither talk nor giggle and most importantly not call each other by names, now thats what you call true freedom!! (they were farting away to glory at night,,while still wide awake ogling at us and saying things like “aah kaa baans” yuck!!!
With so much being talked about female liberation this experience felt as if being a girl was a crime and a source of enjoyment for the on lookers. Not reacting and even keeping quiet did not help. Well thanks to some distant relative of mine (sorry sir i do not renmember your name!!) some security people came to rescue us when the not so gentle men had crossed all their limits trying to take our pictures with their camera phones!( dad..i feel deprived) Did i forget to mention they were carrying MP3s! It would however be important to mention here that we did manage to transfer ourself to A.C 3Tier at the end for a couple of hours where some very caring gentlemen (and I m not being sarcastic this time!!) left their seats so that we could sleep and even offered to charge our phones for us!!
Moral of the story?? nothing much,,wanted to share this incident,,thats it!!
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