PMS? Don't go anywhere near the TEMPLE!!!!!

     I am tired of putting disclaimers. Well, just have a look at the labels. If you think you are uncomfortable with some or all of them then I would suggest you to read this instead. You are now warned and provided with an alternative, so let's start.

One Last try

She asked what would you do if I was to die?
I said I don't know, maybe I would cry
She said repeat the words and look me in the eye
I said, you know me I have always been shy

I don't think it's working for you, I want to know the reason
Maybe something has changed, like the changing season

She said tell me, or I'll die right now
I can't say, when I don't know how

You used to write so much, what happened to that?
I don't know, these days I just turn blank

She said write a poem on it, so I can keep it for later
I hardly think it's poetry, just rhyming thoughts put on paper

She kept staring at me, as time passed by
Since you insist so much, I'd give it one last try

P.S.
As much as I love fiction, I would like to keep it restricted to just rhyming thoughts put on paper. Comes from a real inspiration though.

Times Shit

      Warning: I had to edit this post before posting it here. Still there are some part I didn't have the heart to part with. So, people under 16, people weak at heart, people with disgust feeling towards nasty humour and people who are emotionally (read pervertedly) attached to city times edition of Times Of India. (take offense when I say "people who tell the world that they read newspaper daily and in reality just grab the nagpur times supplement are perverts")


     I have been dying to post this one. But before publishing, I had to confirm certain points. I just hate Nagpur Times supplement of Times Of India for it's degrading quality. Just to be sure, I updated my FB status as "Nagpur times = Times Shit". After a few likes, people started commenting. What I could infer from the comments was that the times city supplement of other cities were in more or less the same state. So, I was not the only one getting frustrated. Let's start.

Monday Mornings

     If only I had a good camera ~_~. I won't be telling how boring monday mornings are cause you can find that kind of stuff almost everywhere on the blogosphere (I am so psyched by this term that I named my swf after it). My monday morning was quite different today. It almost surprised me when I didn't wake up to a hangover this morning. Then I remembered, I had drained half the bottle down the sink ~_~. Yup, last night it was beer party B-).

Reborn

     Okay, so something was bothering me. Now, that it's not bugging me anymore, maybe I should stop thinking about it. The good thing is, I am back. There is no bad thing. Wish I had seen Kung fu Panda 2 weeks back. I was really depressed when russell peters and jim carrey lost the battle against my sadness. Well, lets not dwell in the past. I am just happy to be my normal self again. Though I have lost much weight in these two weeks. An old friend came back. I had stopped writing. The last shayari I wrote made me tear the paper apart o_O (I have a bit of a bad temper ~_~).

Road block

     It's been 5 days since I updated any of my blogs. There is so much too write but I am not finding the right "thing" to write about. I am confused. There are reasons to be happy and there are reasons to be depressed. I am surrounded by people and still find myself alone. I can't put my finger on the exact thing that's bugging me and interfering with everything else. Completed crysis today, one hell of a game. Now, there is no computer game to distract me. Maybe I should confront it. I got 5 posts and 3 shayari lined up. Don't know when I will be able to post them. Maybe it has something to do with PL. boring October

The guy has spoken out of turn

       I should be crying about my monthly pocket allowances in this 43rd post. But, that will have to wait for later. A new problem has surfaced. Well, it isn't much of a problem since I am not much concerned about it. But it's significant enough to be mentioned here. I had a haircut yesterday. And while sitting on that chair staring blankly at the mirror, he started voicing his thoughts all of a sudden. Usually the procedure is that I stand in front of the mirror, ask all sorts of questions to him, he listens to them intently, and then gives his insight. And I just stand there staring dumbfounded at the intellect he is gaining so fast. I wish I were more like him. But people like him, they can only exist beyond the mirror, in a different world. They cannot trespass the boundary, for if they do, the real life will be thrown out of balance. They can only guide.