Monthly Archives: October 2004

Just read up a couple of articles on kt and gf and i guess it is official now, the world is coming to an end.
Blood is casually flowing in the streets, bombs are being used like fireworks and the global scene is pretty much out of an action-packed Hollywood flick.
And if you think that’s the reason why we should all be wailing and crying for a better world, you’ve got it all wrong. The real tear-jerking part is that we’re all being such pompous ***** about it. Hypocrites, the bunch of us. You’ve read it correctly: each and every one of us. Oh we need world peace blah di blah, but who’s actually doing anything about it?
Nobody. Not me for sure, and neither are you. I’m here blogging away for no apparent reason whatsoever, and you’re sitting there reading away – i’m guessing – for no apparent reason whatsoever too.
Result? A whole bunch of people just reading and writing about the ideal world we should be living in. Note, i didn’t forget to add “and making it happen”. Those words don’t exist in this context. They do when you’re the organiser of a huge concert and willing to give every fil/paisa/cent/penny of your money. They do when it comes to building relationships with ppl your supposedly “in love” with. They do when you’re learning how to use all the wicked HTML codes to make your blog look awesome.
It makes me sick. You make me sick. I make myself sick.
This is exactly why some form of selfless love should exist amongst us.
Just give, and don’t ask for in return.

listening to: the ***** pankha

I know someone who’ll be happy to see this!You know who you are: sing along! Sing your heart out just like we used to

I was staring at the sky
just looking for a star
To pray on, or wish on,
or something like that
I was having a sweet fix
of a daydream of a boy
Whose reality i knew,
was a hopeless to be had
But then the dove of hope
began its downward slope
And I believed for a moment that
my chances were
approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near,
so did a weary tear
I thought it was a bird,
but it was just a paper bag

And I went crazy again today,
Looking for a strand to climb
Looking for a little hope
Baby said he couldn’t stay,
wouldn’t put his lips to mine,
And a fail to kiss is a fail to cope
I said, “Honey, I don’t feel so good,
don’t feel justified
Come on put a little love here in my void”
He said “It’s all in your head”,
and I said “So’s everything”
But he didn’t get it
I thought he was a man
But he was just a little boy

- Paper Bag

Sitting in the labs trying to get a crappy assignment done. In fact two. Got bored reading a 10 page essay, which, by the by, takes gold medal in the rat race of utter and complete crappity crap, so decided to check out a couple of blogs. Realised i haven’t written in a while, so the fingers got that all-too-familiar itch again. This time i had to succumb to it.
Have started procrastinating like never before. Feels like i’m getting surreptitious glances from all the other students around me – their eyes are screaming out at me : “work, woman – do your WORK!” And i still won’t listen to them.
I’m still waiting for it to click. That one prolonged moment when i truly, madly, deeply appreciate everything and everyone around me. I guess i’m just insecure. And probably a little selfish too. Very selfish, in fact.

Pardon me but i think i need to go back and give my undivided attention to those assignments. And while i’m at it, i’ll go searching for my lush green meadows, bed of roses, castles in the sky, prince charming, twinkling stars : my blanket of security…

Yeah, i think Google sounds good.