Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Percentile? Don't you know what percentile is? Have you ever been thrown out of your dream for not bearing a ticket? Trust me I did get thrown out. Now I feel so Eklavya'ish. but hey no thumb in the offering here. Just thumbnails. may be icons. large icons. oops sorry about that. I just got Windowed Xp'ied away. By the way, am sad. Yes I mean it. Its been quite sometime since I felt like the way am feeling now. I get this feeling that I hurt someone. I don't know why it always happens with me that people don't understand me. I know it is pretty much the same case with everyone. Had there been proper understanding, there would have been no problems in this almost spherical but flat world. Oh! I should be careful with using the word "proper". What do you mean by proper? Let that be. I just want to go blank. As blank as a paper. A4. Iam just so crazier today. I have loads of work but doesn't seem like I will be able to. "yes dad, Iam studying". "Yes mom, I have had dinner".I got serious attitude syndrome apparently. Not valuing other's feelings. It just appeared onto my mind screen (17.5"), so had to put it up here. I like to be transparent. transparently opaque. Life is getting way too knotty. I need to start off with a new rope altogether or else in my act of unknotting the same, I might just make things more and more complicated. Simple.Complex.Complicated.

Sunday, January 29, 2006

Pardon me in case I happen to make some mis-types. Yesterday I made a wrong choice. Of course the choice being red hot, it cooked the tip of my click finger, I mean the index finger. Never ever try to hold a burnt wooden piece clad in ash. You never know what lies beneath. Just a thought. Wouldn't it sound obscene if you had someone come up to you and say, "would you like to watch what lies beneath?". Am referring to the Harrison Ford, Michele Pfeiffer starrer (pardon the spelling mistakes). You know what, I don't know if it happens with everyone, but its kind of funny that everytime I say something it always has so many implications and that sure is some manure for thinking humans. One great thing that am good at is taking all bad decisions. But hey in the end it does'nt even matter. Linkin Park plays again. By the way did I tell you that I had a crowing week. Every black thing around was a crow. Trust me it was. Doctors say such kind of syndromes are seen in people beakten (read:bitten) by crows. Hmm...interesting I don't remember any such incidents. Maybe in my dreams. These days am trying to figure out all possible ways to experience the joy of discovery they call "Eureka", but of course me being a little more conservative than Archimedes, I would like to experience it with my clothes on. No offence intended. So many things in the pipeline and so little a time. There are times when you got so much to do but you don't get a clue as to where to begin and what to start with. Life and confusion are sure the brothers from a so-called hindi script. Lost in Kumbh Melas. One more thing that pleases me is the fact that these days Iam being remembered quite often. Life is a party as of now. And I just want to play along. "Please fasten your seat belts. Destiny in-charge"

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

"Any difference which makes a difference is information". Like a grafitti on my red and gray walls. Today a sudden wave of sadness and melancholy swept through my depths. There sure are reasons. But none so special to share. Yes indeed after so many days Ive had the nerve to be serious. It was always in store. How long can anyone be unserious? Seriousness prevails. Hmm..But hey Iam not complaining. Whatever happens, it's all for good. So I know that its my part to learn something out of the happenings that have crushed a small part of my red bull...hehe my heart I meant. I believe in "Karma" and yes that is all I need to breathe inspiration into my life. And here Iam, as always posting some more lines of unread and un-intelligent sense. It's strange, that everytime I open my blog and I read through what Ive written, and then heave a huge windy sigh of relief saying "well there seem to be o many people thinking like me, feeling like me...am glad". Its here that I have discovered an alternate existence. But not an alternative. Tomorrow will be better, if not tomorrow then it will be day after tomorrow. Someday I might open my blog to post some giggling lines. By the way I had to tell you this. Jerry slipped off the slippery stairs and broke a leg. Ten thousand rupees for the right guess!! which leg? He broke his leg of wisdom. Yeah now he is dumb. No...Hetal told me once that I need not worry about curly locks. She says that crooked brains go well with curly strands. I feel einsteinish every morning. And every time I walk down the lane autographed with crow shit,I know that am throwing them complex in the areas of nest building. No wonder so many of them line up outside my window. Perhaps they want to see how I make one. I just dread the day when I wake up with crow eggs in my hair. It could be called "Hatching" nightmares. Jerry will be fine and Hetal will be normal.

Sunday, January 22, 2006

I just came across Hercules. Yes I did. I swear I did. If you think he was a massive piece of bulging muscles and long locks, then you supposedly got it wrong. Thanks to my courses, I am capable of finding semantic relationships with ease.Rather my whole life seems like a semantic parallel universe. Does that make sense? well, I am talking about the tailor with whom I had the pleasurable few moments to converse. I was trying to tell him a simple costume design and all he could make out of it was the countour of a female body. Now I know why they call it a "Man's Brain". In the end it doesn't even matter. Sorry, that was a linkin park. Not me. Tomorrow am sure he will be here with his own set of costumes based on his perceptions of my explanatory trials. Let that be. Do tailors get nightmares? I mean they sure spend their lives amongst scissors and needles. Kind of pokey. stitching their dreams. snipping ill thoughts. Poking ill wishers. "Any man can sweep any girl of the floor, provided he uses the right broom" - says Hitch. Just said it. Not that I used one. But sounds tempting and worth attempting. Let me just go buy some brooms. How much do they cost? any clue?