Oh. Look. It is 1st January. Again.
Why aren't !s allowed in labels?
Why aren't !s allowed in labels?
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Life, uncomplicate. Now.
24/03/2010
There is never an alternative to good ol' crying. Too good a vent. But then, your head hurts.
22/07/2010
Can't even advertise my blog since I am not writing anything...
21/08/2010
Stranded alone by a road with a broken slipper. No auto in sight. A man on bike. Screeches to a halt right in front of me. Reaches in his pocket. Pulls out a feviquick. "You should really fix that slipper."
02/09/2010
Earlier my watch was slow. I used to add 8 minutes every time I referred to it. I fixed it. Now it isn't as much fun as it used to be to look at the time.
19/09/2010
Dev Anand- Perhaps the only one who can dangle a gun lop-sided and still shoot straight ahead.
22/09/2010
I never carry an umbrella. Call it my silent rebellion against the rain.
14/10/2010
I am sad because I am not happy.
05/04/2011
The Delhi Metro is like an inside joke between every one in the city.
28/03/2011
:D :D :D :I Well, one can't keep grinning forever.
28/03/2011
I wish I could get all my status updates printed into a book.
28/03/2011
I know why I stopped blogging. I started social networking.
16/01/2011
What is money worth?
16/01/2011
That which you do not know of, you do not own.
29/04/2011
My life is full of 4 'o' clocks.
29/04/2011
I have started looking and analyzing events in small units called status updates.
29/092011
Absolute pessimists should all technically be dead.
Undated:
What? The Indian Woman is chased? Oh, chaste.
I had promised myself I would study today... Well, promises to self aren't all that binding.
I would rather be alone alone than in a crowd.
Yes, the title has nothing to do with the post. So?
There is never an alternative to good ol' crying. Too good a vent. But then, your head hurts.
22/07/2010
Can't even advertise my blog since I am not writing anything...
21/08/2010
Stranded alone by a road with a broken slipper. No auto in sight. A man on bike. Screeches to a halt right in front of me. Reaches in his pocket. Pulls out a feviquick. "You should really fix that slipper."
02/09/2010
Earlier my watch was slow. I used to add 8 minutes every time I referred to it. I fixed it. Now it isn't as much fun as it used to be to look at the time.
19/09/2010
Dev Anand- Perhaps the only one who can dangle a gun lop-sided and still shoot straight ahead.
22/09/2010
I never carry an umbrella. Call it my silent rebellion against the rain.
14/10/2010
I am sad because I am not happy.
05/04/2011
The Delhi Metro is like an inside joke between every one in the city.
28/03/2011
:D :D :D :I Well, one can't keep grinning forever.
28/03/2011
I wish I could get all my status updates printed into a book.
28/03/2011
I know why I stopped blogging. I started social networking.
16/01/2011
What is money worth?
16/01/2011
That which you do not know of, you do not own.
29/04/2011
My life is full of 4 'o' clocks.
29/04/2011
I have started looking and analyzing events in small units called status updates.
29/092011
Absolute pessimists should all technically be dead.
Undated:
What? The Indian Woman is chased? Oh, chaste.
I had promised myself I would study today... Well, promises to self aren't all that binding.
I would rather be alone alone than in a crowd.
Yes, the title has nothing to do with the post. So?
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Disturbed/ So Many Sos
Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Or justified. I had a viral. For the second time. In the same week. Grrr!
Warning- I have taken to rambling.
Black. It is all black. No, wait, it is not. There is this tiny pin-prick of light, hovering in space. Its beam reach out towards me, but fade away as they get close. I find it irritating. I wish someone would turn it off.
Click.
Ah. Now it is all black.
And I don't like it. I'd rather have that light on again. A single, constant focus for my irritation, to blame it all on. So much better than anger shooting off in all different and random directions without rhyme or reason.
So... I am done.
And to write this I have thunk and rethunk for the last one week. I have picked up my pen after what seemed like interminable years. It feels alien to my hand. My writing varies between font size 4 and 16. I thought my hand would shake too, but it didn't. It should have. It would have added to the rightness.
The past week has been a feverish hallucination. Today more so than ever. Now more so than ever. I fall into trance-like blues and tumble into hysteria which finally gives way into the mean reds. So has gone the cycle.
I have changed. I don't know what did it. I am now a bitch. And slow. I could be drunk. Or insane. Not suicidal though. So I like to think.
I have also become (more) dramatic. And repetitive. My apologies don't mean much. Maybe they never did...
I used to be nicer.
And I am sorry.
But don't believe me.
Also, don't comment.
-Xyz
Hm... No, I don't like this one. Not a lot. Maybe a bit... Maybe.
Warning- I have taken to rambling.
Black. It is all black. No, wait, it is not. There is this tiny pin-prick of light, hovering in space. Its beam reach out towards me, but fade away as they get close. I find it irritating. I wish someone would turn it off.
Click.
Ah. Now it is all black.
And I don't like it. I'd rather have that light on again. A single, constant focus for my irritation, to blame it all on. So much better than anger shooting off in all different and random directions without rhyme or reason.
So... I am done.
And to write this I have thunk and rethunk for the last one week. I have picked up my pen after what seemed like interminable years. It feels alien to my hand. My writing varies between font size 4 and 16. I thought my hand would shake too, but it didn't. It should have. It would have added to the rightness.
The past week has been a feverish hallucination. Today more so than ever. Now more so than ever. I fall into trance-like blues and tumble into hysteria which finally gives way into the mean reds. So has gone the cycle.
I have changed. I don't know what did it. I am now a bitch. And slow. I could be drunk. Or insane. Not suicidal though. So I like to think.
I have also become (more) dramatic. And repetitive. My apologies don't mean much. Maybe they never did...
I used to be nicer.
And I am sorry.
But don't believe me.
Also, don't comment.
-Xyz
Hm... No, I don't like this one. Not a lot. Maybe a bit... Maybe.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Of Naggings and Glazed Eyes
9th June
About CATE- They asked me about my favourite book. I should have written about Anna, just to show that I have read it. But I didn't. Would have been too big a lie. The Little Prince transcends description, which left me with Shadow Lines.
12th June
Dusty hot late mornings. Squinting through sweat and sun. Then suddenly a stranger comes along and does something trivial, but nice for you and you think about it for the rest of the day.
16th June
Drowning shadows... shadows drown... There are no shadows at night. There are no shadows also when there is nothing to cast it...
How about...
Bah!
17th June
Location- LSR
Time- 1330
Report- Two cats recline before me as I write, one gazing at me intently, the other at the first. Another prowls around at its own ease. The second one is now on its feet. It jumps up next to me and seat itself where my head was until recently. Yes, indeed, LSR campus- positively feline.
20th June
Apparently, most of the likes of Murphy's Law, Peter's Principle and Harris's Lament can be more succinctly put by way of what is known as the Jenkinson's Law, "It won't work.".
21st June
Cole's Law- slimly sliced cabbage.
27th June
"Phones now come with inbuilt dictionaries. I still prefer to use the phone to call one."
1st July
After a long time I wrote something vaguely creative, feel less confused, had insane fun, finished a book in a day and then looked for another. Good to be back.
2nd July
Cz, "I reached. Safe and sound, but dead."
4th July
It was raining. So I dragged a chair out and sat in it.
6th July
Feel drunk on overdose of satire. Want to turn up the volume of the radio enough to set the house vibrating. Also, have made standing in the rain a habit.
7th July
Shoot me already! No, wait until I am done with Stephen Leacock.
8th July
Long stretches of doing nothing do not go down quite as well as I had anticipated.
About CATE- They asked me about my favourite book. I should have written about Anna, just to show that I have read it. But I didn't. Would have been too big a lie. The Little Prince transcends description, which left me with Shadow Lines.
12th June
Dusty hot late mornings. Squinting through sweat and sun. Then suddenly a stranger comes along and does something trivial, but nice for you and you think about it for the rest of the day.
16th June
Drowning shadows... shadows drown... There are no shadows at night. There are no shadows also when there is nothing to cast it...
How about...
Bah!
17th June
Location- LSR
Time- 1330
Report- Two cats recline before me as I write, one gazing at me intently, the other at the first. Another prowls around at its own ease. The second one is now on its feet. It jumps up next to me and seat itself where my head was until recently. Yes, indeed, LSR campus- positively feline.
20th June
Apparently, most of the likes of Murphy's Law, Peter's Principle and Harris's Lament can be more succinctly put by way of what is known as the Jenkinson's Law, "It won't work.".
21st June
Cole's Law- slimly sliced cabbage.
27th June
"Phones now come with inbuilt dictionaries. I still prefer to use the phone to call one."
1st July
After a long time I wrote something vaguely creative, feel less confused, had insane fun, finished a book in a day and then looked for another. Good to be back.
2nd July
Cz, "I reached. Safe and sound, but dead."
4th July
It was raining. So I dragged a chair out and sat in it.
6th July
Feel drunk on overdose of satire. Want to turn up the volume of the radio enough to set the house vibrating. Also, have made standing in the rain a habit.
7th July
Shoot me already! No, wait until I am done with Stephen Leacock.
8th July
Long stretches of doing nothing do not go down quite as well as I had anticipated.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
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