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If the reason

That reasons justification

is a reason not strong enough,

Will the reason still hold true?

Or can you turn it around?

A bit of me

There are pieces of me
Lying here and there
On the bed, under it,
Around the corner
On the cupboard.
There is a bit of me, everywhere
Waiting, waiting for me

A part of me for you my friend,
Here,
You take some too,
You get a bigger piece ( you know, I love you)
You get a chunk too

Bit by bit I give myself away
Affection, feelings, warmth, love,
A lil token, saying I adore you,
A lil bit of affection,
In pieces
I let myself live
In the live of those,
Loved by me.

These pieces then call out to me
Neglected in a corner they lay
A little shattered
A little heartbroken
A little mad at me
For letting them go

I will reach out to you,
My dear ones,
I will collect you soon
Soon when the love runs out
You shall return to me.

Cultivation of a bored mind

There is a voice somewhere in the background. It pleads for my attention. Not because it wants to be heard, but because it speaks of my own good.

It talks to a voice inside me. It says “you paid for this, the least you can do is gain something out of it”. The voice inside me doesn’t reply. It also had a straight face. Well, the voice is mine after all.

All this while, I stare at the professor in front of me. His smiling face struggled hard to keep the students from wondering off.

A scan around the class and you find some interesting happings. A love story blossoming at the corner back seats, a couple of stoned guys staring at nothingness, a poet weaving his imagination, a couple of girls discussing class gossip and a few like me, too bored to care.

Though, there were a couple of students, front row loyalists, who managed to catch every word that escaped the professor’s mouth. The professor knew they were his only hope.

The professor (who seemed like a nice man just that his voice bounced off my ears) smiled brightest whenever a question was raised. The students would do so, well, if announced a break.

Over coffee, tea and kurkure, one overhears some random amusing conversations. What all one does to keep oneself awake. Some others say this class is such a waste.

I wonder why some think that these classes are worth nothing. After all, what else class teaches you to daydream, fantasize and imitate?

Dear diary

Dear Diary!
I am soo sorry I didnt bring you along this trip back home! I miss you! very dear so! :( sad.

HAPPY NEW YEAR! :)

Well, you know how it went for me. Was quite good eh? Though I lost someone dear to me, they were great things that happened to me the past year. I love my friends, and yes I have finally come to terms with the fact that you can’t have everything you want, the way you want it :P ...quite late I know, but well "happy realization" (I love saying that btw)

Awesome memories in my head rite now! anu, shona di, ritu, lakshay, akhil...awesome people! Yes, no doubt they are TWISTED...But they sure are awesome! And then, my lou! Rob! I love you baby! :) You are just...ah! (ok, no subliminal thinking now!)

Shifting to Mumbai was something I always wanted...SOO BAD! And finlayy! voohoo! Couldn’t be happier! I love my life there. Yea its tough, but then this is what I always wanted, isnt it? Well, you got it! I fair out pretty well, according to my standards that it. I love every bit of it. Money crunch, vada pav, chai wala, jerry, underwear boys! (LOL!) some life! :D

Not to forget all the awesome people iv met! A bunch of 54 (now reduced to 52) talented and twisted people...and well a few more! :) Living in Mazda Mansion turned out to be blissful! I had no hope id find people as retarded as me, but alor! Mistaken mistaken! I am soooooo grateful I found people I get along with beautifully! AND people who like me despite of, oh well, my retard-ness! voohoo JACKPOT!

there are a few thing i really miss though,
-Family
-Anu and Shona di
-street food
-Delhi winters (that's all i can think of right now)

And well! My goofball is here too! M soo happy! :) i love how things are shaping up! 10 months, sounds pretty ok...but then, whoa! 10 months! And half of it was long distance! *pat on the back* I won’t start now about how awesome it has been... coz well...ITS JUST BEEN! (I really wish I could describe my expression, I guess I am not that skilled)

I soo wanted us to be together at 12 but then..I wanted to be home too.. :) love being at home! I don’t do anything! ANYTHING AT ALL!

AND! I’ve finally come to a conclusion that Delhi winters are NOT enjoyed the best snuggling under a heavy quilt BUT by stepping out and feeling the chill! We went out yesterday to shop and good god it was cold! The most amazing part was the street food! spicy chicken kebabs, pipping hot! Right off the street! Toss in a dark foggy sky and 8 degrees of temperature and you have a perfect Delhi winter evening! :D

Plus I had pizza today! What a way to welcome a new year! Family, pizza and mindless movie on TV! I say... Perfect!

P.S- I really miss my Delhi people when i'm in Mumbai! :(

P.S.S- I really miss my Mumbai people rite now!

Tales of the lunatic Soul: Fire

I stared at the white space for long. Poets Of The Fall blaring in my ears. I wanted to write. Thoughts were buzzing in my head like bees over honey. "Calm down" I said to myself "Calm down!" but my mind is rebellious. It never listens. I think its karma - what goes around comes around. Yet, I won’t give up. Nah-ah! Not possible.

I tried to catch snippets of thoughts that flashed in my head. I ran like a maniac. They were fast. And they evaporate. Puff! And they were gone! Even before I can think them over. Like flings. Like sparks. I feel the pressure building. I need to express. i NEED to calm down. N E E D.

The white screen was screaming. I had to do something. My mind was on fire now. Funny it was, the cause of fire unknown, yet it really sting. Heat. Burn. Crumble. Agh! No, not anymore!

Hibernate *click*

Why?

I dont get it. Why the unrest? No, seriously why?

Questions

Here and there,
Hanging in the air,
Are they mine?
Are they divine?

Let me run away,
Away from it all.
Are they following?
Are they mine?

What if I fly?
Will they try?
They have powers,
Are they divine?

Why do they trail along?
Like my shadow,
Do I own them?
Are they mine?

I put them in the closet,
Shove them under the carpet,
Still they hang in the air,
My dirty lil secrets,
Tell me,
Are you divine?