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Dyin to be in the Rat Race and then just dying...

2010-04-04T22:41:00.000-07:00

Its gonna be very soon that you would see a mind blasting on your screen at the end of this article. That mind id mine. surrounded by design ,people i like, i hate and the gurus of design and the dawning clouds of sleep. i miss my poems at such times that i wrote in the knive age of 16 . wow i was living to be here in a dsign college. suddenly things arent that fun anymore. With politics , cheating, selling,competition. I am reminded of Roald dahl's My dads better than your Dad.. only thing its a little different today.its my works more originally copied than yours..Here copying remains silent...The rat race for reaching the top and gulping down the cheese.. but the only thing i knew about rats was what Ratatouille said, any one can cook. anyone can design but only a few can be good at it. Then why the freaking hell are we just gobbling the ideas or maybe chewing it and spit it out after we are done.or is it are great inspirators doing so..Where is the race going. Are we really winning...tastefully???MY minds already bleeding due to contradiction in thought and my incapability to control it the way its required. either i think and keep thinking or am thinking what and why am not thinking.. Cant it just be blank..for a few days and then the freshness can jump in.. Theres so much crap in the world and its all due to dependency. I heard about Auroville the other day and i swear i wanna run there. and for reality check what i am doing is posting my god for saken work on websites that have info@xyz.com for any quieries or placement and they reply regularly once in 2 yrs i guess. Why is there so much secrecy as my frend rightly said its all in the box .. Its harrowing and self . Give me an internship guys i wan to learn if not just earn..Yuck that was disgustingly rhyming. we'll a second signal that the minds going to blast.. in 5, 4, 3,2,1.byee guys

am back

2009-04-03T21:11:00.000-07:00

hmm so it took me a good half an hour to figure out myu password n my lost identity as a blogger...well the later took me 3 yrs i guess.. i dunno wat in the crappy world was i so buzy duin tht i dint post..well i dint stop writing thinking or writing poems but the blog part was conviniently deleted.. i am 19 now,pretty independent ,more mature than wat i was the last time i wrote .. buzy,happy n a design student..a product design student aspiring to be the best.. i am in pune..n i guess it happenend to me yest wen i saw no 23.. the jim carrey movie that got me goose bums as everything in my world happened to add up to another no..i wudnt wanna reveal wat no coz i mite just get into trouble.. hmm abt pune am a hostel resident since two yrs n this life 3hrs away 4m my hometown is something i love..i learn something new abt ppl, design n myself everyday.. as a product designer i quiet suck ..i wrk all day n at 11pm i crash like a child o my soft bed..into my world of thots poetry dreams n fantasy..thts whr i guess i du the writing.. no 23 (the muvi) is abt this writer n i realised how imp it was 4 me to write not in my books but to people hu can cmment criticise and appreciate.. am all charged up to write anything n everything 4m now.. amm so glad am back..lifes a full cirlce ..u was come back to wat u leave half way ..n writing can neva be left half way..

WHY

2006-10-21T03:18:00.001-07:00

WHY........
ITS EASY WEN ALL SEEMS ABSURD TO LOOK UP AND ASK WHY...
YOUR FACE FUMES UP YOU FEEL YOUR SHOULDERS HEAVY WITH THE WEIGHT OF THE BLACK SKY.
YOU LOOK AROUND ON LOST TIMES YUO FEEL LIKE AN EXEPTION..
YOUR INQUISITIVE MIND RUNS AROUND ASKING YOU WHY WHY...
U SOUNDLY FIND THT REASON TO CRY

A CONFUSION THT HITS ALL DAY LONG YOU TRY UR BEST YET CLOSE ONES FIND U RONG...YOU THE LOOK UP N ASK WHY??

YOU LOOK AROUND AT POVERTY THROUGH WALKING STREETS
LOOK AT NEEDS AND ASK WHY...
WITHOUT U MAKIN AN EFFORT YOU BLAME THE COUNTRY ..ASKIN...WHY

THROUGH PAINTINGS AN NATURE YOU SEEM UR UNGRATEFULL FACE
YOU ASK URSELF AGAIN WHY

YOUR EYES DONT MEET BEYOND UR LOVERS FACE YOU FIND A 100 FLAWS
YOU LOOK UP, CURSE UR FATE AND ASK WHY??

CRITISIM BEIN R BEST FREND AND ANGER BIEN R SOUL MATE WE ASK N ASK THE ONE ABOVE WHY??
BUT I SAY>>>>WHY???
IS THERE AN UNSEEN MIRIOR U NEED
OR HAS MANKIND TURNED INTO THIS UNHAPPY CREED

TO THE OTHER SIDE YET ...
IN HAPPINES YOU SHOUT OUT WHY...ASKING BEYOND UR REACH WHY?
PRAYING FOR THE IMPOSIBLE WHY??
IT IS TOO HARD TO ACCEPT LIFE....THE WAY ITS ..WHY

AMONG ALL THE QUESTIONS I EVER KNOW THE ONE THAT ALWAYS CONQUERS EASILYIS WE'LL AMM ..WHY ??

2006-04-21T12:00:00.000-07:00

fresh flowers a green lawn,and the smell of wet soil
the cozy dark clouds....the change in season...
arrival of the season of love...
an other word for life....smile....or feelings
a sense of ease ,pleasure,being together
went back to the first meaning i knew of love,
age 8..it was the symbol of a dove
roses ,cards ,sharing a drink or a choclate,..a smile ..
few days later i felt hed stink...tht was love at that time
age 12 where frends seemed to be everything...someone special...came up wid a ring
prom nights ,confusion of feelings..frends or are these true feelings???that was love
age 14..its goin out...sneaking through classes...watching movies...feeding popcorn
a little mistake.. another crush.. ur torn...ur 1st wound thru the word love
age 17..u lose out on the count..that one there or the one next 2 me...u hav the doubt...? that is love
age 20...the need for a compainion.....parties ,n fun..yet the hope to find 'the'one
age 24..ur dreaming about ur engagement ,marraige ur past relations...damn am not ready 4 a comitment yet i want one...that feels like being in love
age 27..its to planing long vacations..ending up in long conversations of lack of time...a meal together a lost sign..yet b4 the end of night...u r in love
age 34..its childern fun family..long thru eachothers eyes a lil mischief
age 47...job losses pain troubles...its back to the two of u again
age 55...at the turning point u catch ones hand say i love u ...4m every bit..
smiling all the way..ur the one i am glad i found.....that feels like love
age 64..its razing are grand children ...but not without u my love...u need no stick if its u aruond...i feel strong...my last days mite come ..but together we'll succum
age 68..its back to roses.cake,ring ,hey babe will u come on a date..
funny as it seems its a cycle
we go around thru love like a journey being are own disiple
living,feeling?dreaming?cribbing?life or a sense?is this love?

GOD WAT PPL SAY WEN FRUSTRATION STRIKES...

2006-04-16T10:39:00.000-07:00

was i little upset today wondering why....i juss needed to be alone for a while u no ...but instead i was to attend guests studying the art of manners or perhaps fakness i donno...well i was even more irritated as boredom seemed to become my best friend since a week...college's over and i cant meet my friends coza guets n tuitions...a little dry for me.
god thinking...(n her frustration toks began)..so i did wat i thot would change my mood...had a bit of chocolate after which i was guilty so went for a jog...I sudeenly missed me being on my terrace so i did so...went up in darkness feeling the breeze looking around lisening to the voice of silence....the laughter of my memories with my friends ,thinking about the dilema of my life....
gods comment..(i must say once she starts thinking...its an ocean she dives into)
Beautiful i must say..i meet ppl resently in my life hu make me reflect my behavior ,hu made me think that theres more to life then fun,studies n family,its oneself ya,ones behavior..
god(basically GETTING ME A LITTLE BORED).
i was lookin around at moving cars buildings all 4om the top.looking at the stars that seemed less b4 but wen i looked carefully they were inumerous ya...i began to introspect ya...were we like the buildings imovable yet there or like the moving cars that keep changing spped n lights...or were we like the sky above...vast secretive silent or did all this juss reflect the types of personalities one comes across....some imovable ,some movin on ,some noisy some dark n secretive like the sky...clueless that i am ...i remembered a few articles about the country oneself ,expections,lonelinesss,pain,friendship..buzzing my brains...wat r we as just alone ???is it good or bad to b alone is a debate ya
i called a frend spoke to him n laughed but he had to hang up,then i called another pal she was out ,n i called 3 more,n i realised wen ur in need of sum1 to lisen to ur trash or give way to ur creativity n wild thots theres nothing but the wild air....i remeber my skool days my pranks,studies ,test ,ragin ,bunking,lord it was fun,one of my best memories ,i thot with moisten eyes,missed all that
god to himself(bas kuch bhi hua toh senti ho kay start thinking about skool,actually thats good atleast ur mind diverts from the fites at home or with friends..helps during mood swings which are apparently my fault ha...)
god wat hav i bcum. started thinking about life ,emotions ,n my ambitions alot,am changing becoming and more acceptable to changes wondering wether its just a phase or is life always unfare...may be not...i sat there on my terrace yet looking around trying to find a meaning to my life ,a reason to my bordom,a shiver down my spine,with a dash of lonliness and a smile,i looked up n sed got ur smart,mean irritating ,and u put me in the worst situations of life...but there are others hu need u more,,as far as am concerned i seem to love u,i promise this is a phase ,i suddenly remembered something ,god i asked for the best family,u gave me the worst,i asked for the best friend u gave me the most difficult one,i asked for the best lover u gave me the most difficult one...god u gave me not wat i asked for but all that i needed....
god-thanks thoda toh consider kiya..baccha why u take tension and praise me n then juss bore me with sayings i only come up with,)
began humming its my life n went down the stairs...wait a minute 4om a small fite to buildings to cars ,to life to god...bas blame it all on him...wat ppl r like i tell u ,frustration makes u go 4om antartica to kimbactoo ...lord save the world...ohh no not again..wonder wat god has to say...donno how r minds work .. well this shall pass to ...
gods last words-i have given all the same gift" mind,"i have been thrown at by my devilsh friend called destiny...we both work together n i guide u during a problem but wat u make of this journey called life is nearly u ,ur the mind ,ur the master,often ppl think am the one hu dus the good n bad ...but think hard if i was so then y wud i make life to entertain me with my creativity..no we r three of us that work ..u me n destiny...all have highs n lows its the way u take it gal...but am glad ur growing ...)

My come back 2 my lost self.....

2006-03-30T09:30:00.000-08:00

wako that i am ..i just adore dancing..i start any and everywhere ya..its fun...with frends ,partying...when am happy..once someone asked me where do you get the energy n chilled out feeling from ya..i smiled and sed i donno...the next question was are u learning dance from a dance school..?..with a confused stare am like..."no dude"..
this impression stayed in my mind as i walked home...i really dint realize how xpressive i am ...where did it come from...i then remembered that abt 4 yrs back i had join classical dance.wich i left mid way..i had a sudden erge to go meet my teacher..i learnt that it was just a year that had gone by and i was no more dancing,was no more doin stage shows...killed me somewhere...i donno y?
the next morning i got ready ,like i wud before for dance class...the indian look and a funny feeling...
i went there and my teacher was overwhelmed seing me there...the place had changed so much...but the othentic smell the beats ,the taal ,her singing was yet there...my soul was yet there...my teacher told me..."tanvi y dont u join in..lets c where my teaching has gone..."to her astonishment n my surprise i remembered a piece that was choreographed by her long back...i went an hugged her...i was happy...my postures and dancing skills yet remained the same...my teacher was so glad...
The class went on 4 long ...as i took a break i looked at the kids and remebered days like they were b4..comming from school,my durga performance for which my frends teased me..they use to give me a dose of their crap always u no..and then appreciate me...there was a peice whr my body seemed like no bones at all u no ...it was that feeling of being on stage ..expressing without toking that drove me to itself..an yet does..i remembered d anxiety we had b4 shows,the fake head aches during class so that wed get a break and tasty dosas...godd...there was this girl i new off ..snobish and snooty shed show of her dancing sills n it wud kill me..looking at her my lost energy wud come out n i would give her a tough fite..was sexy fun...
i just get A PEACE OF MIND whenever i come here..i have joined many western dancing classs but my expressions,the way 2 imort feelings without speech(bcoz am always talking)and the real understanding comes here...i have learnt a lot here..grown here

....its beyond words ..beyond apreciation...i have a bond with my teacher like a friend and a motherly affection..shes cool and fun and has helped me bin there always..we can come up with are own tuesdays with morrie...lol...
ps:i love bein on stage dancing and singing is my passion ..so all those who know directors , music directors and artisits plz ..i exist...(actual motive of writing this article)...lol
Ppl who think am a tomboy an all that ...hears my secretive bit

Do you...

2006-03-16T11:27:00.000-08:00

Do you ever find a reason
to laugh the loudest
when actually your crying out in pain
It mite n is so insane...

Do you make someone complete
Even if its your life n you that is incomplete..
Do you drag on things even if they are very painful..
just so that you become numb ,
Do you then smile at the pain giver and show him a raised thumb...

Do you read lines n relate
it to your emotional love life
do you then find the need to cut the 'crap' wid a knife

do u hear a baby cry loud n clear
n feel the noise of ur hidden anger is d cause..
do you often wait 4 a chance to be heard .or
just to fly as high as a bird
turn down every failure everyday
b lisened to when u dont wanna say

Do you look at the sun aspiring to b tht one
toppist the starlist ,finding a lovable hand in lifes mist
do you ever wanna erase someone
when actually u wanna b wid him,u remmeber each bit n line,make a heavenly painting out of the past,the good bad all confined..

Do you thank your parents and realise how much they mean to ur existance,
Do you feel the fear of losing them n tremble in an instance
Do you wake up and thank all in everyway
"we are proud of u" make them smile and say

Gaze at ur siblings sleeping by
just smile,fight ,give them a hug n cry..

DO you ask a person was rong wen its u wanting to hear tht song
Do you no tht lifes like this for one and all...
we all ait around waiting for someone to call
ALL THIS LIES BEHIND OUR FACE MASK,
MYSERIES ,LIES,WITH A DASH OF FUN N PAIN
TO UNDERSTAND LIFE SEEMS THE TOUGHEST TASK

EXPRESSIONS......

2006-03-12T01:09:00.000-08:00

through eyes ....
some say it alll
through a smile...
we spread it all
through a cry
we frown it alll
its r way 2 express it all

through a sniff
jealousy
through a hit...
no mercy
through nails
r nerves
lips ..
r awaited words
through a sigh
a relief
shut eyes
a belief
raised eyebrows
boredom leading to gossip
a hug
a warm love blanket
a kiss
a shut down on problems
chin scratch
a thought
a fist smashing
ur brains seem to rot
a shiver
a fear
a blush
a happy tear
dirty smell
again we frown it all
is this r way to express it all

expressions
also those that creep down though ones guilt
we write a letter n express r greve
through a statement a comand
a hand
a silent support
a shoulder to rest
a responsibility test
a song ..
freedom ,fun ,smiles
silence
an unheard call
is his r way to express it all???

MIRACLE IN ITS SELF..OR NOT...

2006-03-10T11:39:00.000-08:00

woke up all fresh..as them soothing light out side ran into my eyes...i yet thot i was dreaming as i saw....raindrops sloding my window replacing the strong sunraays,,thet which is a normal scene during the month of march...but the day before was difrent...a miricle ya...i was studying for a boring hour when nature just pulled me close...i ran up to my terrace...alone as i got a little adventurous i climbed the tank ...with arms wide open welcomed the cold wid..the raindrops..felt like a yash copra movie scene then to me...got a call from a friend as i was splashing the water around..we both spoke about the wether,food, fun ,joked around like we always do...the call added on to the feel coz i had cool company now...came home and i digged into those 'cheese pakodas',yummy hot coffee and a chocolate sandwich... my mom seemed to get into the mood...got a bit oetic then ,but my friends had other plans for me...we went to bandstand...and the sea was wow!!.....it was perfect as we walked through the rocks getting drenched to the core...to add on to the fun had hot corn ..6.pm never looked more cool...i then walked a little ahead distant to my frends convos,wen i looked around capturing each image on my lens...focussing it and the emotions behind...dogs out in the rain...ppl jogging,beggars freezing,watchmen having hot chai,kids playing with water,old couples out there,some sitting in thier balconies the othrs frowning,getting late for their destination..all looking up to thank god ..i suppose....
it was a miracle but in diguse..we were here enjoying this moment but the farmers hated the day ,cursed the world and prayed for crop betterment...carriage owners went through a lul..but well whos bothered anyway...rite????or who wants to be??
then on as my mind was already thinking globally a frend hit me on my head i was back to friendly coversations...There was yet some exitement waiting...it was chosen ..the day wen i learn to run my fingers through the strings of the guitar ought to be special....so u guessed right went for my 1st guitar lesson was fun.....
the day ended with me not getting yet enough greedy that i am...cant let go of such a wether so i pulled my parents out at about 11.3o for coffee...barista was r destination...we decided to go to the near one at santacruz and landed up at reclaimation...it was one of my best family outings...i experimented with the guitar again and showed of a bit to my sister...
It was too good to be true..a day which all would wanna rite about and remember.a longing instance...perfect.??!!..yet not for some....

AN EYE FOR AN EYE...

2006-03-10T10:10:00.000-08:00

......
a strive,a strike,a mistake,a mind,a price,for price
an instument,a dagger,a gun,a sword,a pill,a smell,a kill
an instance,a plan,a ray for revenge,a scram....
i fight ,lost sight
human 4 a human
eye for an eye

a smeared dagger found its solace inside a broken heart
he found his peace in a dirty start
the sky casts its tears ...a blanket of them
for d body dead in fear...actually they are 2...black n the white
no one aknowledges it..den the clouds in shame
cover this seen from gods sight
praying to an end for this fite
fite of emorions ,temper,in tolerence,revenge
fite of an eye for an eye

all forgotten....d next day
for some it is all simple ...it is a daily job
to find d red circled one among the mob
they wash their hands ..blood smeard or shivering each time they attempt a strive
they remmeber them back home ..hungry faces ...all night that cried
they think no moment n then just shoot....this time
they take a smile for a smile...

they walk through their home gates ...a chill running down their spine...
wat if there was someone else under the instrument...
wat if he was mine?

questions ,answers...ntn matches..
justt mear scratches...
all ...theres a reason...
not born villans...wid guns
guilt through them..it truely runs...

rocks have their own place..thts near the sea
but humans y is it tht thts wat u want to be ???
a strive ,a srtike ,a mistake a mind,
peace,r way to find....
an instrument a dagger a gun a sword a pill a smell a kill
forgiving arms,r way 2 find...
an instance ,a plan, a ray of revenge, a scram
mind control r way to find..
says murder...muder ur evil thots,ur anger,ur thirst..tht cozes sum1 else a curse.
a human 4 a human
.....worth???
an eye for an eye??
rebirth...without loss of breath...
r way 2 find....

Moaning 4 price????

2006-03-02T06:13:00.000-08:00

she wakes up eachday
she cries she has nothing to say
she washes her body with it her dream
that come with every man she meets..
her heart it bleeds..but dhe yet looks fresh n fair...
the society puts her on the blackslist n offers nothing but a crude stare....
as she walks to the room...
she remembers her childhood
her village,her house...
that was all burnt out... in a storm
after wich she saw no dawn
her uncle brought her up
by selling of his things ..
one day she was one of those things..
they carried her away into a new world
where lust,pleasure,money,brutality..lived
she began to identify herself with it ..all these monsterous things

her dreams all shattered
her love did n never came
she yet dreams along with lifes game
she then puts on her mask..lipstick,kajal,n mascara
shez ready for the day...
Does anyone see her pain ?
her as she yet walks upto an oldage home?
her as she feeds an orphan ...yet being all alone

shes now this machine..wid nill emotions..or mayb alot..
shes a ruthless chaterecter with a beating heart
she lives her system on the system of barter
each moment keeps on getting harder
numbness abandons her
sleep envolopes her..
pleasure wud b death
threat wud me no money
does anyone love me? she asks everybody

i mite rite abt her and forget
she goes on..numb to these box of regrets

$cRe@/\/\s....

2006-03-02T06:00:00.000-08:00

words of raging temper
words to make yourself seem stronger,
words in frustration,
words in pain,words to be heard out when no one can hear
words that come out wen a daggers seems to smear..
screams
words around you all the time
they frightened you to the core
you wanna shut down you want no more..
debates running through your head..between the rights n the rongs
closed eyes ..foing the head bang...singing out rocking songs..
screams
that commin out in need of heplp
the last try
a voice to god..to all a cry
the last breath
sumtimes an unheard ,unanswered call..
screams
to voice show your jealousy..your opinion..
screams...a birth of a rebel..
screams....a dream breathing
screams..a beam in the dark..
screams...victory..joyful giving
screams...important ? or just a daily routine?...

"have u met her"

2006-03-01T10:14:00.002-08:00

shes walking alone...no whr 2 go...its all there but yet a so..
a broken family a soaken heart
shes sings out in pain waiting 2 erase dis new start.....
have u met her?

she huz bin afrend
huz life was a dent
n the reason was u ...
but those were ur unintensional feelings n thots
somewhere u cozed her a brain clot...
have u met her?

u were just about 2 take her love away
wen frendship casted
its spell..she was a part of u wen u began 2 dwell
u with ur actions were hurting her until u realized that her life was pradise turned hell
have u met her?

she laughs she sings at d end she wants u there
but u stop n u donno how ....u donno y
u sum where feel its a joke u wanna cry..
get her outta there and erase d crap....
wat u want 2 du is give her ur strength 2 unwrap....
all those tears coz them a scrap....
have u met her?

she misses u n wants u to b there
she wants 2 b alone ...shes says..i dun care
she yet calls u each day..asks u wether ur in trouble?
this love hate frendship is such a puzzle
have u met her

shes one person u will never forget...huz sed things bad n gud abt u..
n den in de end wanted 2 b rite besides u...
u pray 4 her eachday..u wanna c her happy no matter what i takes...u want old times 2 b back...
c all those knaves hu twisted tales cozed r frendship a crack ...
i want all dis back
have u met her?

my most cherished moments
life without her..simple n boring
lifes lie...i want her 2 die
lifes faith ...r future r frendship
lifes fun...sharing r secrets ...pictures n videos of us caring
lifes memory ...r fites...
lifes pain..r tears
lifes twist ....us cursing
lifes coinsidence...us bein together after all dis
lifes pefect picture....not having all dis coz a miss...

"she..hu made...me"

2006-02-28T16:05:00.000-08:00

tender hand
a hand of hope
touched me ,my soul wen i was not in existance
she nutured me n dint leave me for an instance

its 16 yrs by the clock
n its her 2 mske me mock .n its me givin her a new ..shock
its her the reason 4 my survival,'
its my heart that speaks
i take every breath on hers that beats,
her smallest words
leave a mark
i keep thinking over and over them
when am alone crying in d dark
she was d first person
to whom id share my secrets
she was my santaclause
shed heal me wen i was hurt
she did all dis without a cause
she is a mother and they have their own kind
but d best ones mine
she s the 1st essay tpic i eva got
bck den i rote sweet things n i forget..but she
yet clings on 2 those memories
smiles at those cards,paintings n kiddie stories,
she taught me how 2 wok n tok ..go get my dreams wud get a clot
i am high today,n work eachday just 4her
she makes me fail 100 times..i don think am worth her sumtimes
i 4get 2 thank her 4 such a life but den i attempt the stife
i hav no reason 4 dis behaviori
its age diffrence is wat i say
but deep down inside we like living dis way
i have no words
shes my god ,my prayer
coz shes sum1 hu knows me well
accepts me even when i break her trust n make her dwell
shes an institution by herself molded outta nothing
2 make my life a heavenly painting
i thank god each day
am the luckiest is wat i say
theres a desire 2 make her feel d same
2 tell her my dreams n life ahead will keep her away 4om any shame
i cross my heart dis is no game
i wanna c her there ffel proud and shout
standing there amidst the crowd.....

CAN I...

2006-02-28T15:20:00.000-08:00

can i b like a bird
4 a day?
i want 2 fly across the sea
will u b beside me ?
i can go on like this..

can you listen 2 the waves?
or the wind blowing far?
can i hol your hand for a day?
and n du all the things i cudnt ?
i wish i could be here all my life
coz some how it seems 2 short
n you seem 2 mean alot ..

i have nothing exept my eyes 2 capture these moments
beauty fills the air
the blowing strand of ur hair

i suddenly feel secure
i no i can crazy n carefree for sure
where ever u r romance fills in like d wind
i feel no anger no pain 4 his sin

words seem shy 2 describe
wat lies in my heart
i no something greats gonna start

can i be with u all along
inspite of being so rong
can i walk that extra mile
even if its for a while

can i hold ur hand and run
to catch de beauty of the rising sun
i want my life 2 follow this trend
till my life can see an end....

DARK LATERN

2006-02-28T13:24:00.000-08:00

Just imagine urself walking in a maze of lanes near the beaches of kerela...when suddenly you come next to no where ..Theres this long chimney and deserted mill look alike structure infront of u,suddenly sumthing inside tells u, u gotta go there .You lay back seing the vast for an entrance when ur eyes go on a broken staircase made of rusted iron... you take your bag and go in there a small door leads 2 a thick darkened passage...you some how imagine bats n ghosts 2 b present there..u feel ur walking 2 hell...tou den hear some noises u follow dem n reach another door...u gather ur guts gulp ur fear doen n enter..
suddenly u see a conjusted room filled with children...in white robes all looking at u scared...n only 4 candles present there...and ur eyes r burning now...d reason lies infront of u now....your fumbled up wen suddenly a fat man pulls u with ur collar...u have no xplaination 2 b there...late...u have no explaination n excuse 2 tell ur boss how difficult it is 2 walk thru that passage each day ,how hard it is 2 work there when all ur other frends r playin ...how much u face BEING AN EMPLOYEE OF D FIRECRACKER INDUSTRY..wen ur age is just 12 n death awaits u 3yrs 4om now....
you rub ur eyes and u no not wether ur work harms u or not..u go du ur job so tht another child can b happy ...so tht mayb u dont celebrate diwali but others with rich pockets can, in fun n floric...so that that fatman earns profits n so that u get money 2 take back home...u make those crackers...so that u make a latern out of sumones life when its yours burning in the dark...
Sounds freaky rite..well its the truth every boy n girl workin in that industry there goes thru crap ..making a dark latern outta life..the least u can du is not buy or burn these crackers..coz not only does it coz pollution but also bcoz ive given u a heavier reason 2 du so ...
thank you
tans

toks after patriotic film

2006-02-28T11:30:00.000-08:00

well ive seen a lot of those...4 d country..bhagat singh,mahatma gandhi,black friday,nayak,n range de basanti...yet d best one...
i remember coming outta d movie thinkin hard abt life ,holding back my tears,thinking abt d last dialog..there r two types of men those that go to their deaths shoting n those that go in silence...but den i meet d 3rd kind..(n i guessed it wud b those tht went there laughin)...d movie was brilliant...screenplay,dialogs,music,camera,direction,stunts,d backdrop,d sets ,makeup
fantagonestic ya..simply pentifabulous,,d script rox coz i was ritten by sum1 up thr...dont b shocked d riters not dead..just tht its based on bhagat singhs story(so tried 2 b philosophical by sayin gods d riter)..nyway came outta d theatre hearing gaalis from d audiences ..sayin we shud b totaly indian ya..AM NOT LEAVING THIS COUNTRY,NO FORIEGN BRANDS...N AM NEVER GONNA TOLERATE RUBBISH WITH DIS COUNTRY...LETS GO KILL R PRINCIPAL HE EATS MONEY....ALL THESE MIXED CONVOS..running around...ill make a difference n at d same time throwing d crushed coffee glass on d road..n sayin lets go 2 mc donalds man..how hypocritish*...u no we often say we r 2 small 2 du anything..i mean we all r selfish wanna du something tht can get us money n loads coz living is expensive ya..4 basic needs ppl struggles 4 yrs ..hunting 4om here 2 der 4 jobs,gettin into corruption coza ur failures,leading 2 disloyalty.frustration..we r so buzy tht at d end we go like whr du we have the time 2 du anything 4 d country...so ppl heres how u can make a difference ..got this after 2 days of thinkin ...1-du any profesion but wid honesty,passion,patience,b focused n dont hav that chal ta hai attitude..u represent ur country in every act ..japnese take 1hr while we take a day 2 complete their wrk coz they utilize their resources n wrk their best in tht r n r organised
2-dont litter around ...we 2gethr can make a differnce can du r side of d duty if others dont
3-dont back bite abt the country it lowers its value all d time especially in ur own eyes
4-wateva u du say teach , director ,student or a marketinhg hed..try showing d best of ur country.thru speech n doin..dig more in dis country ull find a 100 ppl ready..utilize ur resources ...thrs a lot waiting 4 u here its physiacl atributes n mental stregth of ppl
5-b honest n stop bribing ya..(4 all those signal break drivers),n secular n not a communist
6-treat patriotism like ur religion
7-wen i here my frends aspiring 2 bcum directors ,air force pilots,n no1 businessmen, i love it coz dey dream big n wanna make a difference dey want india 2 reach hi gh but even if ull du something small its cool just make sure ur a helpin hand..uno
8-try n b a bit daani n donate ur time wid street kids n their welfare
9-sit n rite or think n du something abt us ..n r tommorow
10-if ppl rite this on post plz read it even if its boring
its easier sed than dun i no ..aditi i no ud want me 2 b a polition all d more..but its a wheel n if i cant du tht i can definately du these small things ..i cant find an end uno am yet 2 figure things myself u also think ..n mayb think wethr u shud rite a comment or no ...
50000 things u dig in dis ocean of opportunites n risks
100000 things of ur intesest
150000...things tht can make a difference....they all r at fingers distance...
WAKE UP

H@!RcUt$

2006-02-28T10:05:00.000-08:00

i entered d college classroom half sleepy ..but i forced my self 2 do so..coz it had bin xaclty a months since i did tht...and as i entered i saw the most freakiest thing on planet earth,...a guy...welll thats not the freaky part ...but this guy walks 2 me with hair colour..thts golden n face color tht can b seen only in d day or broad day lite..n it was not juss golden colored it was in patches like mushrooms that we saw in cartoons...lol...it was hilarious i looked at him as he asked me "hey tanvi hows my hair...?" n am like ahhhh...i tilted my hed 4 a laugh
how guys n even girls just experiment with their hair..lord i mean its cool i luv duin tht i go 4 a new hair alomst every mnth or 2 ...n then get yelled at by my frends 4 a fast air growth n recieve reactions dat make me smile sumtimes n frown 2...
but u no i think whre colouring n hairstyles r concerned dont copy ppl..du wat suits ya...i mean long hair dusnt suit all n being blond jusnt look cool on alll...ya abeer thts 4 u ...n ppl if u need a hair treatment go fast ...(vk u need 2)...
uno hair defines a lot about a person ...d taste especially...
ppl suddenly hav dis obsession where ppl get haircuts n style their hair according 2 stars ya..if u dont hav d same face cut dont du so..
on the contrary there r ppl hu dont du anthing 2 their hair n have tht same boring thing 4 life...(baani i no this is aplicable but i understand ur position so not 4 u )
its not tht am givin ull gyan on haircuts ..but just sharing a personal observation
4om oil sunk hair n sadhna cuts 2 saif haircuts 2 aamir khan imitaters actually aamir insults..hair cuts r an observation in locals 2 ...
just make sure u look in d mirror,ask a frend ,n dont spent grans curling,staightening(rather burning n ruining ur hair) aditi mite agree...., spikin ,gelling ur hair like hell(hemant n rohit..cant live without it can ull?)juss leave it natural n inovate it
n ya keep outta those fengsue haircut tht cost dollars
juss keep it cool n yet stylish...now i bettr shut up b4 d parlour owners find more points 2 get me under their knifes or think of running a case on me
have fun..take care
tans

"I"

2006-02-28T03:51:00.000-08:00

i ....whr ur life begins n ends
i ...a word tht shows u more important than the world
i...a word before u appologize
i..a word before u confide
i ...you living inside

i ..a shout a prayer
i ..a recognition ..saviour
i..an unsolved mistory
i ..a part of history
i ..a mixture of everyperson u meet
i..a hand in me u seek

i..a feeling of belonging
i..somone accompaning u always
i..ur inner worth
i..a rebirth

yet wat is this i ?
wat is behind dis face dis disgrace..
wat r u by just bein i ...
each line is a question
with no answer...why?
look in deep inside...wat am i without this name?
is it an exixtance or am i a victim...an encircled part of life's game

i leaves u with unanswered statements..
i...leaves u 2 say those witful sinful comments...
i.. leaves u with who u actually are
i ..leaves u with urself for an hour
far far and far