when it comes to blogging, i've had better days than this. certainly! why do i say this? because im at complete short of wit to write anything at all. this is called FORCED BLOGGING, if anyone of you weren't aware. and even while blogging im trying to put up a British accent in my letters, the London one. (all thanks to my new process British Telecom).
it's amazing how browsing through orkut profiles and socialising there can be a favourite pastime activity for someone when you consider that the success rate is less than 10%. some passion needed for sure. when shopping (for your own self) does not fascinate you, nor does an expensive dinner at a classy restaurant. when things like movies and new sneakers don't encourage you enough to get out of bed, dust yourself and get going, then... my dear friend... you are constipated!
i'm still not good with gaudy clothes (oh my gawd!). no sense of the defined style (i just realised that). i'm still good at those basics - jeans and shirts (everytime i'm not going to write something within the brackets). a kurta here and there does not hurt either. then those Chanakya style chappals. wow! (by the way, you couldn't recall Chanakya or his chappals?)
maybe that's very non-materialistic. and saying that to yourself is so self-satisfying.
okay, so basically... socialising is still my favourite pastime activity. i just proved how non-worldly it is. and i still like raju srivastava and russell peters.
that's all my lord! ;)
(sundays can be so bloody... baaah!)
(the last post that i wrote, i now realise, was on a sunday too :D ...yeh toh funny ho gaya... mujhe samajh nahi aa raha main kya karoon. sar peetu ya pankhe se ulta latak ke pankha full speed chala doon! rofl! :D)
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Sunday, December 30, 2007
notes to myself
it had to, had to, had to be today. today, when 2007 is celebrating its first anniversary, and co-incidentally, its a hippo-happy birthday for 2008. almost two months now since he last visited this place. has been on and off since then, the way he feels about himself.
just last night, he wrote to a female that he likes her name and feels his life is a highway and its been getting on the only nerve he has. he has never suffered from such a lack of thought wherein he wants to message but does know what to. even the radio was playing dard-e-disco at that time. but then he didn't want that message to funnel down into negativity, so he just asked her for a babies' day out... and pop came the reply... "what do you mean by a babies' day out?". the energy to describe and explain had drained by then. somethings are meant to be explained, somethings are meant to be said and explained... for everything else you have him!
anyway, he just wanna say... why bother with what happened yesterday! but if he says he's been perfectly alright, he'd be lying. you possibly cannot be perfectly alright at any possible time of possibility. however, unless and until, time and again, you go all-out to reach for the abysmal pit, you'd never hit the floor! yeah... its true... all the stars and boulevards ain't close enough for you...
the first half of two thousand and seven was all about an endless craving for the bachelor's for him (whatever! i'm talking about the graduation degree, you!!!), which quite mockingly has still not arrived. he has met quite a few very interesting people this year. some expected. some accepted. and some, just excepted. he might just take a resolution. now that, is unexpected!
this other lady tells him that 'men are dogs', then she tells him 'men always like blondes... and blondes are dumb', no wonder then, that every blonde has a pet dog, around which she can get drunk and dance. and quite interestingly enough, he just predicted how an ex-couple would patch up on this last day of 2007 as this last day is so speacially emotional for couples and especially for all exes. it eej the EX effect!
beharhaal, he's had a good year, yeah a pretty good one. the degree, the job, the new city, the parties, the stress, the moods, the people, the transitions, the falling-in and falling back-off... o humdum suniyo re
as much as he liked the year, he'd not want to party on the ultimate day. he likes it different. the whole world would be partying out. there would be no place for even the nails to peep out. how about a night-out at his home, or a friend's... with something to drink, something to listen and something to talk about! conversations take no time to begin with him around, but rest assured, they take a long time to end. you think you know him, think again! well, you probably knew him all along...
although, he'd like to change the way he lives, he's still liking it. perhaps, things somehow find a way to just even themselves out. like he looks younger than he is, but he sounds older than he is. he's is not in a fix. you get some, you lose some. it's just another way of evening things out. by the way, what are you doing this evening? would you... uhmm!
he thinks. he believes. he feels. he’s humorous. he’s calm. he’s quiet. he’s talkative. he’s in good shape. he’s a foodie. he's a quaint young thing. he's not much into movies. he's fine. he’s on orkut!
yet again, he does not know why does he write... it's only after he does, he finds a meaning in it. it's been a while though, since he had been at it. and its always a good way to vent things out of you, he feels. he's a laid-back character. sometimes just a little too laid-back for his own good. he's a gem of a character... one of his favourite chocolates is gems, and he's proud to announce that. he’d like his name to be remembered for ages to come. he’d want to be a revolutionist, cause he believes there are far too less in that category, especially in the present age.
these seem like the last few lines of the post. all-in-all, he owes to life, which's given him so much. there's always so much to learn from it. he's high on life. you bet, he is. being humdinger, is not, after a whole lot all, an easy task. everyday is exactly the same... it's you who make the difference. hutch is now vodafone. airtel still remains. one day, koi bhi apne naam se nahi jaana jayega. ;)
i guess the subject and the narrator of this post were the two same men. the good young man. the humdinger.
up high i feel like i'm alive for the very first time...
up high i'm strong enough to take these dreams and make them mine!
an autobiography...
...from him to him!
just last night, he wrote to a female that he likes her name and feels his life is a highway and its been getting on the only nerve he has. he has never suffered from such a lack of thought wherein he wants to message but does know what to. even the radio was playing dard-e-disco at that time. but then he didn't want that message to funnel down into negativity, so he just asked her for a babies' day out... and pop came the reply... "what do you mean by a babies' day out?". the energy to describe and explain had drained by then. somethings are meant to be explained, somethings are meant to be said and explained... for everything else you have him!
anyway, he just wanna say... why bother with what happened yesterday! but if he says he's been perfectly alright, he'd be lying. you possibly cannot be perfectly alright at any possible time of possibility. however, unless and until, time and again, you go all-out to reach for the abysmal pit, you'd never hit the floor! yeah... its true... all the stars and boulevards ain't close enough for you...
the first half of two thousand and seven was all about an endless craving for the bachelor's for him (whatever! i'm talking about the graduation degree, you!!!), which quite mockingly has still not arrived. he has met quite a few very interesting people this year. some expected. some accepted. and some, just excepted. he might just take a resolution. now that, is unexpected!
this other lady tells him that 'men are dogs', then she tells him 'men always like blondes... and blondes are dumb', no wonder then, that every blonde has a pet dog, around which she can get drunk and dance. and quite interestingly enough, he just predicted how an ex-couple would patch up on this last day of 2007 as this last day is so speacially emotional for couples and especially for all exes. it eej the EX effect!
beharhaal, he's had a good year, yeah a pretty good one. the degree, the job, the new city, the parties, the stress, the moods, the people, the transitions, the falling-in and falling back-off... o humdum suniyo re
as much as he liked the year, he'd not want to party on the ultimate day. he likes it different. the whole world would be partying out. there would be no place for even the nails to peep out. how about a night-out at his home, or a friend's... with something to drink, something to listen and something to talk about! conversations take no time to begin with him around, but rest assured, they take a long time to end. you think you know him, think again! well, you probably knew him all along...
although, he'd like to change the way he lives, he's still liking it. perhaps, things somehow find a way to just even themselves out. like he looks younger than he is, but he sounds older than he is. he's is not in a fix. you get some, you lose some. it's just another way of evening things out. by the way, what are you doing this evening? would you... uhmm!
he thinks. he believes. he feels. he’s humorous. he’s calm. he’s quiet. he’s talkative. he’s in good shape. he’s a foodie. he's a quaint young thing. he's not much into movies. he's fine. he’s on orkut!
yet again, he does not know why does he write... it's only after he does, he finds a meaning in it. it's been a while though, since he had been at it. and its always a good way to vent things out of you, he feels. he's a laid-back character. sometimes just a little too laid-back for his own good. he's a gem of a character... one of his favourite chocolates is gems, and he's proud to announce that. he’d like his name to be remembered for ages to come. he’d want to be a revolutionist, cause he believes there are far too less in that category, especially in the present age.
these seem like the last few lines of the post. all-in-all, he owes to life, which's given him so much. there's always so much to learn from it. he's high on life. you bet, he is. being humdinger, is not, after a whole lot all, an easy task. everyday is exactly the same... it's you who make the difference. hutch is now vodafone. airtel still remains. one day, koi bhi apne naam se nahi jaana jayega. ;)
i guess the subject and the narrator of this post were the two same men. the good young man. the humdinger.
up high i feel like i'm alive for the very first time...
up high i'm strong enough to take these dreams and make them mine!
an autobiography...
...from him to him!
and finally... he'd like to do it in the traditional way...
"a very happy new year to all of you"
BYE BYE 2007...WELCOME 2008! rofl
Friday, November 2, 2007
COMMA A LITTLE
think, think, think a little over what you've been doing!
oh, wait a minute! don't start thinking from the day that you were established (you'd not be able to do that anyway). start thinking from as long back as you can.
(let me tell you this in the very beginning itself - please ignore the grammatical errors. it's 0407 hrs right now!)
think a little before you think the way you think. think a little over the way you've acted. think a little over what's going on here! do you know? keep reading.
pause a little. wait a little. think a little. COMMA A LITTLE... not only when you write, even when you act. you might be a writer, maybe a journalist, a blogger [:)], a freaskster, or maybe a THINKER. still, think a little.
it's such a teensy-weensy bit ---> (,), but means such a might-hefty lot.
a comma before and after everything makes you raymond - the complete man! no, no, no, it makes you a better person. yeah, a bet...ter, person! yes, i'''''m sure.
i do not know what's happening here. blogging usually happens to me, err... i usually happen to blogging either when my mind's been thinking for quite sometime, one... or two, my mind's been in a state of numb for quite sometime. i do not know what reason is it this time. i might not know it tomorrow either. all i know is that Diwali is round the corner, so comma a little before you fire the fire-crackers to crack them up (and make the world a more polluted place to live in).
PLAY SAFE! comma a little.
P.S. - please... think a little before you think that this post is issued in public interest for safe diwali. NO! it has not been. comma a little...
Just an FYI - i've used as many as 20 commas in this post. that's quite a lot of thought that's been put into it! :)
oh, wait a minute! don't start thinking from the day that you were established (you'd not be able to do that anyway). start thinking from as long back as you can.
(let me tell you this in the very beginning itself - please ignore the grammatical errors. it's 0407 hrs right now!)
think a little before you think the way you think. think a little over the way you've acted. think a little over what's going on here! do you know? keep reading.
pause a little. wait a little. think a little. COMMA A LITTLE... not only when you write, even when you act. you might be a writer, maybe a journalist, a blogger [:)], a freaskster, or maybe a THINKER. still, think a little.
it's such a teensy-weensy bit ---> (,), but means such a might-hefty lot.
a comma before and after everything makes you raymond - the complete man! no, no, no, it makes you a better person. yeah, a bet...ter, person! yes, i'''''m sure.
i do not know what's happening here. blogging usually happens to me, err... i usually happen to blogging either when my mind's been thinking for quite sometime, one... or two, my mind's been in a state of numb for quite sometime. i do not know what reason is it this time. i might not know it tomorrow either. all i know is that Diwali is round the corner, so comma a little before you fire the fire-crackers to crack them up (and make the world a more polluted place to live in).
PLAY SAFE! comma a little.
P.S. - please... think a little before you think that this post is issued in public interest for safe diwali. NO! it has not been. comma a little...
Just an FYI - i've used as many as 20 commas in this post. that's quite a lot of thought that's been put into it! :)
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