It's not October yet

On Hallowe'en the old ghosts come about us, and they speak to some;
to others they are dumb.

I am really happy now a days.
Really.
And it scares me.

Hey
Are you alrite?
he asked

She moved away the hands
cupping her face
and nodded

Just checking
he said
And walked away

Strangers
can be the best of friends
at times

(Written three months back)

Of late, I am having constant bouts of gloom.
So I go to the most expensive shop in the neighbourhood.
And buy happiness.
On credit.

Solitude

Like bubbles inside a glass
It stays
Ugly and freckled

Like a little pop
It goes off
Sudden and unnoticed

Like a still mug
It stands
Half empty yet alluring

And the Oscar goes to..

You know it's hard out here for a pimp (you ain't knowin)
When he tryin to get this money for the rent (you ain't knowin)
For the Cadillacs and gas money spent (you ain't knowin)
Because a whole lot of bitches talkin shit (you ain't knowin)
Will have a whole lot of bitches talkin shit (you ain't knowin)


In my eyes I done seen some crazy thangs in the streets
Gotta couple hoes workin on the changes for me
But I gotta keep my game tight like Kobe on game night
Like takin from a ho don't know no better, I know that ain't right
Done seen people killed, done seen people deal
Done seen people live in poverty with no meals
It's fucked up where I live, but that's just how it is
It might be new to you, but it's been like this for years
It's blood sweat and tears when it come down to this shit
I'm tryin to get rich 'fore I leave up out this bitch
I'm tryin to have thangs but it's hard fo' a pimp
But I'm prayin and I'm hopin to God I don't slip, yeah


Man it seems like I'm duckin dodgin bullets everyday
Niggaz hatin on me cause I got, hoes on the tray
But I gotta stay paid, gotta stay above water
Couldn't keep up with my hoes, that's when shit got harder
North Memphis where I'm from, I'm 7th Street bound
Where niggaz all the time end up lost and never found
Man these girls think we prove thangs, leave a big head
They come hopin every night, they don't end up bein dead
Wait I got a snow bunny, and a black girl too
You pay the right price and they'll both do you
That's the way the game goes, gotta keep it strictly pimpin
Gotta have my hustle tight, makin change off these women, yeah


LOL!!

Hurried feet

I run away from him everyday
As he sips on his morning tea
His eyes trace my flight for awhile
But his feet don't care

I run away from him everyday
With him by my side
He raises his brow sometimes
Sometimes he just smiles

I run away from him everyday
Dragging my tired feet along
Waiting for the fateful day
The day whose shadows I see

I run away from him everyday
But today he stops me
"Could you lead me to the door
Please be kind, to this blind"

Sigh!

Sorry for sounding like a banal sportsmag but...
















This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Is it?

Hello

Had work.
Loads.
Recovered.

Fell ill.
Popped pills.
Recovered.

Was bound to a chair.
Gagged.
Put in a bubble.
Thrown into Delaware river.
Recovered.

Now that I have told you what had happened in the last two weeks. I am left with nothing else to say. Anything of interest, of course.

So this. I do this and I do this only because I have been tagged by one of my favorite bloggers.

Rules:

1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.
2. You have to mention the sex of the target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game and leave a comment on their comments saying they've been tagged.
4. If tagged the 2nd time, there's no need to post again.

Okay. I am not picky about most things in life. So, this should not take much time.

Sex of target (???) : Male.

(In no particular order)

1. Should know the GDP of his country to the third decimal.
2. Should know how to play at least three outdoor sports.
3. Should have made at least one two year old smile without making a funny face.
4. Should know his mom's date of birth (year included).
5. Should not whince when the traffic signal goes red.
6. Should not hum to Bryan Adams' songs on other people's radios.
7. Should not say "Coffee??" when he drinks tea.
8. Oh yeah, should have a penis.

I do not want to enforce this tag onto people. But I would like it if the following people would play along

:: S!
:: Quincy the Quackpot
:: Alice
:: Eastmancolour
:: Conman
:: Arun Verma
:: Penny Lane
:: Wendigo

I have never been able to tell a beginning from an end.

Let us assume, a hypothetical situation

In this town called Whoopsindale, there lived a girl whose name rhymed with Daisy and a guy who was called Dave. One day, the two crossed each other on a street which had an urchin showing ball tricks and a little kid chasing a balloon. He looked at her. She pretended not to notice. They walked closer. She put her disobedient tress behind her ear and and feigned a smile into the space behind him. Moments passed, their feet walked them away from each other. He turned back. She did not.

Is it him? she asked herself.

She did not turn back. She did not know.

She's an idiot!

:-|

I get tired
very soon
nowadays

Tired
Am I?
I ask

No, may be not
You are
just dispirited

I hear
Am I?
I ask

Clifton

these hips are big hips
they need space to
move around in
they do not fit into little
petty places, these hips
are free hips.
they do not like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips.
i have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top!

(A homage to my hips in the last few days; of cramped cars and small lifts and much more)

Cricket here too?

I was amazed to find the contumacy associated with this game. I am a crazed fan too but here, it is amazing. The English gentleman across the hall is very excited about the Ind-Pak series coming up. "Hope your Ten-dol-ka has a good series" he wished me at the dawning of the new duel. We are yet to figure out which is the cheapest site which is streaming the video.

Any suggestions?

In other news, wonderful weekend and workloaded weekdays.

It's a nice cozy chair for a lil prattle

It's a friend's birthday tomorrow and I had this strange dilemma of choosing a gift for him today. Strange because, I dont usually have a "dilemma" for such things. I am not finicky about said emotional tokens. But this time I thought I will put a lil thought into it.

I am maturing, you see.

I walked into the nearby bookstore and started browsing. I soon realized that it was a HUGGGGEEE *extends both her hands wide* bookstore with LOTTTTSSA books *still extending* (Brobdingnagian collection, if my recent education is to be put to use). If you are a semi-regular reader of this blog, you ought to know that I am not the ideal book-picker you would come across.

But, I am maturing.

Anyway, I always believed that men are simple to figure out. Pretty much as simple as say, hmm.. any woman. So I had a drift what would appeal to such transpicuous species. More over, this kid was such an old friend of mine, I could guess his AOL password is, in four attempts.

I walked up to the Art section.

Six minutes, only six minutes... it took me to walk out of the aisle with the book. The funny looks and bemused expressions that courted me as I walked away, hastened my feet. I cursed having to wear stockings on a humid Wednesday afternoon. Riders of the.. errm.. storm.

I slided the book at the counter and asked, "Could you gift wrap this please?" The teller at the counter gives a lil nod, and a tacit smile... pushing a card forward.

I scribble something on the card and the teller did his bit.

The old lady who was next to me at the book aisle was now behind me and murmured some sweet lil curse under her breath. Her Victorian self had better taste in books I reckoned. I thought that would be a good moment to feel a lil embarassed at the choice I made. I chose to lay over the moment, however.

I picked up the book and made my way back to the office. (First day, remember?)

**

As I sit here as the clock ticks away the final moments of my first (and unproductive) day at the office, I look at the wrapped box next to the screen and a card that reads, "May you never have to use this for what it was made to be. Happy Birthday!" I realize I am not really that mature.

I also realize I have bad English.

Under the polka dotted wrapper lies - 50 years of Playboy, Collector's Edition.

Tomorrow is my first day...

... at the job.
Wish me luck.

You know what this means, dontya?
More blogging time.

:d


P.S. I just realised evian is naive spelled backwards.

So how have you been, kind sires and lovely ladies?

It's been 4 months since I last wrote something here. A lot has happened during the course.

Where do I begin? I do not have a great memory, but lets go back to November 05...

Nights were immolated, days were slept off, ass was slogged, CAT was written. Wonderfully well, I might add. The vicinal dream looked as if it would crossover to reality.

But. The little girl always forgets - what you want, and what you get may not always be the same.

Things were learnt
Priorities beckoned
Choices were made
Countries were traversed
Life... was turned
Bottom up.

Within a span of a month, winters have become the brass tacks of my life. Winters of my life.

Sometimes I wonder why I came back to this blog. Probably, just to get a sniff of the nostalgia. Probably just to know where I was.

Probably just to know I had a past too.


Thetis
Jan 1, 2006
Pennsylvania
United States

Is she dead?

Apparently not!

Here's the thing..

I don’t say it is wrong to be arrogant. You can be arrogant. Arrogance is just a human flaw, among others such as immaturity, narcissism, patriotism, tooth decay et al.

I see a lot of people being offended on their encounters with such brats. Don’t!

In fact, feel sorry for them. They nurse insecurities and fears far deep rooted than any of your shallow counterparts.

Well, take it from me..

We dont need no ejyucation!

I am not sure whether I am up for it.
Up for what?
It.

For the last few days, I have been trying, and I say trying, so hard to sit a place and study. But the candid fact is that I have not sat and studied since I left school/college, which was not so long ago actually. But any way, this is not happening.

No.

Not happening!

Bah! I hate math. WTFF!!

Phew!

That was fun.

P.S. I am back!