Today

" Being so sensible, you will realise that real life itself is really not that sensible at all and a day off here and there will probably not make much difference in the long run"

Cultured Happiness

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Time After Time

Remember tonight, for it is the begining of another end.

It kills me to go back and relive somedays and I am incapable of even having a normal conversation with some people I would talk for hours with.

And some moments are just there, hanging in my mind, they draw attention, but no action.

And then there is the now, the time to relish my existence, to share and 'hang out' with someone who knows what you re talking about, and thinks you know what they re talking about.
No, i dont get attached per say, but i am loyal.

The world is too momentary, and life is too long no matter what anyone says.
I am practical and I will move on, we always move on. But hey thats not the point.

But I have a problem with the whole ordeal I have to go through to get to the lonely cottage in the country side. I dont know if i'll be able to take the 'looking back'. Dont give me structures and logics, give me the right to live - to be all that i can be.
I still want friends from both sides of the fence over for the 'real' parties minus the issues.

Maybe it will just be like that, but time stretches too far and wide. And so does the weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, and the heart has joined the procession, I am weak.

I guess I will be on my own now, but I'll get off the ride only when the stop comes.
I wont jump, I am afraid of the space & height & the unknown.

But Nothing is forever except in the mind,

And I object, I OBJECT.
Damn You...God.

Lost my stars

'All of us are living in the gutters, but some of us are looking up at the starts'

I think i better leave right now, I am fealing weaker and weaker.
and i am afraid to let anyone know.
and attempting at the same to come up with a confession and say 'i was wrong'.

i am down in the dumps, and i have lost my stars, which somebody tried to locate, and i tried to make some realize their starts exist.
and now i have closed my eyes because it is escape.
but my other senses are working, and they are all weird.
i never meant to cause myself trouble.

i am not ready.

and

i am caught in the middle.

these tears are precious.
they give birth to meanings that are rare and unique.
they will stay.

so will this all.

i know whats right and whats wrong and i know they dont exist.

living is a detour, one after another.

Random Musings

first things first,
a very intellectually stimulating with a bit of humour thrown in paragraph about GANDHI & ME is pending in place of this sentence

other than that, my room just went from yellowish creamy to whitey cream, which is a welcome change, though absolute white would have been divine.
but the poor 'kali-wallas' only claim to be experts, and i am claiming to be no jack of all trades either but i think i could master that swing of the hand which gets equal amount of paint all through providing an even texture.

and they were amused like a child, because me 'the child' picked up a brush and decided to contribute to the makeover to one square foot of wall of my room (which is a huge percentage considering the size and the circumference something of my room)


you know what makes life interesting? i dont know
was buying milk at the market today, since we ran out of it, which is not the point.
while going back to my car, i got the opportunity to be passing by two young ladies which apparently were discussing their love lives, and one was saying to the other : "Par oho KADAR taan kare"

DEJA VU !!!

My mother could have been that young lady, or it just all in-love-selfless-punjabi-women?
talk about cliches!
But i can see where both the woman were coming from, yes i do!

Whats my philosphy? i was wrong. now i just ask the questions ;)

Inverse Law of UseNet BandWidth (in context to BLOGS):
"The more interesting your life becomes, the less you post, and vica-versa"

YEP, THATS THE ONE