tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29688676471399579682024-02-08T06:22:44.204+05:30My Truth... My Emotions... My Rants...Compilation Of Me..Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714195709936991523noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968867647139957968.post-73743294723515676042012-04-27T12:40:00.001+05:302012-04-27T12:40:20.808+05:30Echo... Echo....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Anybody out there???<br />
Just a shout in the dark....</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714195709936991523noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968867647139957968.post-9145684863813369492008-07-10T20:43:00.003+05:302008-07-10T22:48:04.375+05:30The Dark Star - The End....Continued from Part 1....<br />Read the post below before you continue with this...<br />Else you won't get thus story at all....<br /><br />-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><div style="text-align: center;">The Dark Star (The End)<br /></div>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />It was sad really the way things had shaped up. He cared for them both, in his own way. For one he would lay down his life in an instant, while the other was his life. Funny thing though, but that was what they both wanted. His life. Quite literally him. It wasn't possible to remain split like this any longer.....<br /><br />In the beginning he had managed. He quite literally led two separate lives as much as possible. He tried giving his time to both, but it couldn't work. He tried to reconcile one with the other. He was split in two. His job and his love. The two things in his life could never live together. And he couldn't live without them.<br /><br />It had all upto this point led to this confrontation. He had to make a choice ultimately. That he knew. It had come to this point, and he made his choice. And now, it was time to let them know of his choice. Lucky, he thought, it was this night, his lucky night. The star was literally on his side....<br /><br />As he walked up the path, to the mansion, he remembered another walk he had taken on another night like this. A walk that had changed his life. The walk that led him to her......<br /><br />----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Life was good, he thought as he walked home. He was moving up in the world and people were starting to take notice. It was risky though, for at any moment, he was afraid he would slip back down to earth from the pedestal he had reached. But he knew, with his benefactor behind him, there was no stopping him. He was the best at what he did....<br /><br />He walked in almost total darkness. The only light was from the lone star in the sky. It hadn't shown this brightly in a long while. He could have driven home, but he enjoyed the walk. He liked the feeling of power and belonging he got, as he walked through what was considered the most prestigious part of the town. People said this was the area where the destiny of the world was decided. And he, at only 28, was now part of it....<br /><br />Which is what made the sound of scuffling at this time even more surprising. In the darkness he couldn't make out what was happening ahead, But it sounded like there was struggle going on up ahead. Most probably some drunkard beggar getting kicked out of some rich man's bungalows. Still he must be careful he thought. Yet, when he heard the scream pierce the night he ran ahead without any caution....<br /><br />He could see two dim shapes. A man was trying to force himself on a woman. He couldn't get a good look at either of their faces. Yet he couldn't allow this to continue. He ran ahead and broke them apart, standing in between them, protecting the lady.<br /><br />"What is going on here? Stop this at once!"<br /><br />" What the fuck you want?? This doesn't involve ya!!', shouted the drunk. The stench of alcohol was clear in his breath. The man wasn't in his senses. "Get outta here if you know what's good for you! This lady is mine aight! I saw her first! Get your own if you want!!"<br /><br />"Look. I'm telling you nicely. I don't want any trouble. Please just leave the lady alone and clear off. Or else I will have to - "<br /><br />" Have to what?? Call the police? I tell you what son of a bitch... I am the police! Here's your stinking police right here!!"<br />The drunk drew out his gun as he spoke.<br /><br />He was taken aback. He had a gun! He hadn't expected this before getting involved. Surprised, he hardly heard the woman as she then spoke :<br />" Just leave me... I'll handle him... He..He.. He seems dangerous. Please. Just go. Or else... You'll be death of us both!"<br /><br />Surprised he was, but not scared. As the drunk warily watched, he told her to get away. Run to the nearest house for help, he said. Don't worry, I'll handle him. Something about what he said seemed to strike a cord within. She obeyed immediately and ran away telling him to be careful. He didn't need to be, he said as he turned towards the gun pointing at him. It was his night he thought, as the star twinkled in the corner of his eye....<br /><br />She ran to quickly rushing to get help. That silly man could get killed trying to save her. She had been downtrodden all her life. Then this man had to step in and act like a hero. If something happened to him she would never forgive herself. She ran quicker, as the loud shouts of the drunkard reached her ears.....<br /><br />There- ... Ahead... A gate... She ran towards it...<br />"Here...Listen... Please... You've got to help m-..."<br />The rest of her words remained unsaid as a gunshot rang in the air.<br /><br />Everything else was a blur. She remembered running back to the spot. She wasn't alone as the gunshot had woken up the area. It was out of place in this little heaven, and it's occupants rushed to see who dared to trouble their dreams. She reached the scene and found him there, waiting. The drunkard was lying dead in a pool of blood. Next to his lifeless body lay two guns.<br /><br />He was safe! Thank God!<br /><br />"You fool!! Are you ok??", she screamed as she ran and embraced her saviour. "Don't ever do this again... Or else someday you will be death of me!!"<br /><br />Everything else was a blur....<br /><br />From then on, they started seeing a lot of each other. Beginning in the police station where they explained there was a struggle and he killed in self defense. After that for coffee. And after that many more times. For once in her life, finally she was happy. She was loved. She ran away from a broken home and now she had a new one. With him. With her loving angel....<br /><br />It was only two years later, after their marriage that she found out the truth. Her angel was a proffesional killer!<br /><br />----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />"Oh my God...What have I done...?"<br /><br />Breathing hard he stared at his handiwork ahead of him. His mentor lay dead in front of him. His father.....<br />His guide...<br />To whom he owed everything....<br />And he killed him with his own two hands!<br /><br />It wasn't his fault. He hadn't come here to this. He came here to end this. He couldn't go on like this. He wanted to quit. He didn't want to be a Hitman anymore!!!<br /><br />I tried explaining. I made my choice, I wanted out. I wanted love. It was as He was reaching into his pocket finally, that I snapped. He denied me my freedom, and now he wanted to end me too, I thought. But he forget. He trained me. My reflex kicked in, and the next thing I was standing there in a pool of blood.<br /><br />I must get out of here. I must take her and run away. Some place safe. Get far away from any whiplash that would follow me!!<br /><br />As he began to turn, something caught his eye. Some papers lay clutched in the Don's death grip. He stepped foward, opening his grip and getting them into his grasp. These were what he was cluthching...What he had thought was a gun. And in front of his eyes were two plane tickets and some bank account numbers....<br /><br />He had forgotten one thing....<br />His Benefactor had made him family....<br />He was his father first and Boss later...<br />He had forseen this and was willing to send him away!!<br />He put his son ahead of his bussiness...<br /><br />He was now dead...<br /><br />Sobbing....Clutching the blood stained papers...He walked out into the pitch darkness....<br /><br />His star had abandoned him...<br /><br />That was the last straw. Fate had turned against him. He knew what it meant. The star was missing. Maybe this wasn't his time after all. He had come to rely on it. And now it had disappeared. It meant something bad, he was sure of it!<br /><br />As he walked down the path in pitch darkness he was alert. He had told the gaurds to leave as he wanted to be alone when he went up. But he wasn't sure if there was anyone else out there. He would be a wanted man now.And he wasn't sure he was alone.<br /><br />Ahead... There... There was a silhouette against the night... Someone creeping up the path slowly... Whoever it was, was taking pains to make sure they remained unheard...Someone who didn't want to be heard...<br /><br />But he was not done yet. He had just come through a bapatism of fire. His new life would be a happy one with his love, without anymore killing or tears. And for that...He was willing to do anything!<br /><br />With a shout he drew his gun and shot at the shadow! He ran forward emptying his gun on the shadow. He was a professional. He didn't miss....<br /><br />And as he reached the body with the gun empty....<br /><br />The dark clouds in sky moved and his star was shining again...<br /><br />And by it's light he saw the woman he loved, lying there dying by his hand!!!<br /><br />"I followe-....to make sure-... U were ok..."<br /><br />As she laid there dying in his arms...He remembered her words...<br />"Someday....You will be the death of me!!"<br /><br />He killed the only two people that mattered..<br />He was no more...<br />She was gone forever....<br />And he was left alone...<br />And he had nothing...<br /><br />And he looked up and screamed....<br />Cursing his Dark Star....<br /><br />----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />-Aiman<br />----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Ya...<br />So that was that...<br />Too bad you know...<br />I've come to realise im terrible with dialogue...<br />Will have to work on that...<br /><br />But ya...<br />I liked this..<br />Though i feel that mayb i would be able to make the second part much better...<br />Mayb i will learn wit time..<br />or else i jus suck...<br /><br />Lemme know wat u think!!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714195709936991523noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968867647139957968.post-69584470571404742292008-07-10T19:33:00.003+05:302008-07-10T22:48:46.159+05:30The Dark Star - The Beginning of the End....A short story...<br />In two parts though...<br />I could have finished it now..<br />But it was getting too big to type...<br />And i want a break...<br />Conclusion tomorrow i guess.....<br /><br />-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><div style="text-align: center;">The Dark Star (The Beginning)<br /></div>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />It was a dark night. They mostly were always dark on nights like this. Almost like the heavens could sense the turmoil brewing at ground. And the stars were all switched off to make the darkness complete. Except one....<br /><br />That was his star. Or so he liked to believe. His mother always told him the story of how he was born out in the fields, on a dark night like this, with only the star to welcome him. His mother took it as a sign. "The star will lead you to your destiny." Those were her words. If only she knew how prophetic her words would turn out to be....<br /><br />He took it as a good sign. He had always had good fortune on nights like this. In fact whatever he was today he somehow owed to the star. And today, on the night of his new decision it shown. It was a good sign. He was sure....<br /><br />--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />He was running.....<br /><br />Today he was careless. They were chasing him through the fields. Ever since he was old enough to walk this was how he made his living. Stealing. He didn't call it stealing. In his mind, he was more of a Robin Hood. His only mission to feed his family, his old mother and hungry brother. Quite a big mission for a child who had just turned 10...<br /><br />He ran. It was a dark night and the fields were thick. He could hear the sounds of the villagers at his back. He wasn't fast enough to lose them. His only option was to find someplace safe to hide. Maybe he shouldn't have stolen the chieftain's gold. But he had to! He had hungry mouths to feed. They were waiting. He had no choice....<br /><br />The only source of light was from a lone star in the sky. He followed it, running towards it. He felt safe thinking it was his star. It would lead him to safety. It was lucky for him he didn't know where he was going. For if he had known, he would have stopped right there...<br /><br />The sound of the mob was receding. Thank God, he thought. He would have fainted from exhaustion in another minute if they had kept the chase up. Tired, he continued to run, until he broke out from the oppressing crops into a clearing. He collapsed on the dirt, unable to breathe or even crawl. Only then did he look up....<br /><br />He had reached what people called the Dead Man's Zone. Not because it was haunted or any other old folk tail. But quite literally, a place where killers stayed. No one who went in there ever came out alive. No one even knew who occupied this massive land. No wonder they turned back, he thought. They were more concerned for their lives. Shit!<br /><br />He could hear dogs barking , and the sounds were getting closer. As he slipped into unconsciousness, for the first and last time he cursed his star...<br /><br />-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />It had been almost 20 years before but he could remember that night like it was yesterday. He had thought it was his last night for sure. Out of the frying pan and straight into the fire. But instead, it was the night he met his benefactor. Everything he was, he owed to him.<br /><br />He had found him out there lying on the ground. Yet, he did not want to kill him. Instead, he took him in. He gave him a chance, a future. He promised to look after his family for him if he was willing to join him. The next day, was his first day working for him.<br /><br />At first, there was the training. Finally, something he excelled at. People said he was a natural. He had grace and speed, heightened reflexes and a sharp mind. It was as if he was made for this. It pleased his benefactor even more when he excelled. Before, he was just an opportunity. Now, he saw potential, a future. He took him in and made him family.<br /><br />Soon, he started putting what he had learnt into his work. He started on a night like this. And soon, he grew in position until he was at his Benefactor's right hand at all times.He was a man now, someone in society. He had a name and respect. Lots of it. And where there is respect in today's world, there also lies lots of wealth.<br /><br />As he walked up the tarmac from the gate, towards the mansion ahead, his thoughts shifted from his benefactor to the only other person who mattered in his life....<br /><br />-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />To be continued....<br /><br />-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Hmmm...Long time i know...<br /><br />but really i dont have much to say for myself...<br />Been busy...<br />Exams and shit finally over!!!<br /><br />So its kool...<br />Plannin to hit Banglore...<br />but that seems like not happenin now that Suraj has pulled out as usual...<br />Sigh...<br /><br />Life is good...<br />Pretty damn good...<br /><br />Watched Jaane Tu Ya Janne Na....<br />I have watched it like 3 times in 24 hours...<br />No i'm not obsessed...<br />And no im not gay...<br />It jus happened to work out that way!!!<br /><br />Hmmm...Presently not reading anythin...<br />But plannin on changin that soon...<br />Reread Sidney Sheldon this week..."Best Laid Plans"....<br />Good book...But of course...<br />U knew that...<br /><br />Thats about it for now...<br />Cya tomorrow...<br />For the second part and conclusion to this story...<br />And also some more organised thoughts that are spinning in this old head of mine...<br /><br />-Aiman Out!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714195709936991523noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968867647139957968.post-49550588519520876002008-07-02T19:55:00.003+05:302008-07-02T20:33:59.153+05:30Goa Trip et all....PAr<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiDB9N1vrAgMnAIzN51col-FkGf50KL-P07tUWsiw-cpXZcRCYr9AVN7qXhIVf3qQO55jYMDAX0jvt-AXp1TS3wQsoP1TCfjNbUxaSe4MzuVeRLsB5IRpmviDJUR9hMZ15c__1XcLSoDg/s1600-h/DSCN0121.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjIOmChC-WqEVFBW65_z6x4CFLGjdpfyrFB74mBEv5b7_XbwC5idFRnHUHgXih-0Ujes-09qbxB5VklL1xPaqdd_vsde-P7cYrHnFYyXK3dbRckB4sTrb_SfwzV1ZkTagGrbFPmZO4xrQ/s200/DSCN0207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218432166228023330" border="0" /></a><br />Go Goa!!!<br />Few pics of the interlude..Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714195709936991523noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968867647139957968.post-75709870457690347112008-06-03T00:43:00.003+05:302008-06-03T22:20:25.039+05:30Title : Hippie in the City / Project Rain..... WIPHmmmm....<br />Humor....<br />How hard is to be funny??<br />Well yeah...Anyways...<br />This started as my attempt to be funny.... But morphed as all things i write have the tendency to into this....<br />Funny though.... The idea really intrigues me....<br />Maybe I would write something more....<br />If it is any good...<br />Lemme know what you think....<br /><br />-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Rain.<br /><br />It stirred the city into motion. The people who called it home were used to weather by now. It was after all that time of the year, when rain was expected to fall. They responded as one being, lifting the umbrellas that necessity dictated they carry. It was as if the first drops announced an unspoken command and spurred them to react as one.<br /><br />Maybe it was so because, they were one. Different facets of the same creature. The City does that to you. No, not just any city, for no matter where you go, you always retain that part of you that makes you an individual. But, not this City. No, this was different.<br /><br />Many places in time have been accused of attracting people to its glow. To the perceived life you could live there, which you always assumed was better than the life you were leading wherever you were.Even if you were a King living in his palace, the life of a rags and poverty seemed bearable, desirable even as long as you were in that City.<br /><br />No, not any city, just that City. It was such a city. It had no time to spend on subtlety and slyness. It didn't need to. It was direct, as a stab with a knife is to it's intended victim. No hidden meanings or ploys, just plain death. It just sucked you in until you became part of it. Part of the mass consciousness that made you that City.<br /><br /><br />Rain.<br /><br /><br />Some cultures in the past were said to have attached some divine significance to the rain. The most common of which was that the rain was God's [or whatever other anthropomorphic personality that ruled their lives] tears. Tears He shed on witnessing the sins of man. Tears, that could be use to wash away the said sins. Of course some civilizations attributed rain to another of God's Heavenly bodily fluids, but people tend to ignore them the same way you ignore a door to door salesman. If it were true, that just wouldn't be a very polite God was it.<br /><br />Washing away the sins. Just like that. The next day you were given a clean slate on which to wreak havoc until the next rains. How convenient. But even if it were true, I'm sure it found it a hard task to do it's job in the city. With so much to wash away here, its a wonder the drains never got clogged. God, whatever he was, must have been a master plumber.<br /><br /><br />Rain.<br /><br /><br />The city didn't react or change it's pace for so much as a heartbeat to deal with it. It was always ready, always prepared. It had a solution to everything. Problems were dealt with the same as it dealt with everything else. It made it part of itself. It drew it in until the problem was no longer a problem, but the city itself. And the city could never be the problem could it?<br /><br />It was prepared for everything. It had no reason to suspect anything. Day in and day out things ran as they always had, or at least as the city said it always had. Now and again, there was change. But change was a necessity. Change was part of the city. Without change the people grew complacent and there was dissent. That couldn't be tolerated. Change was the city.<br /><br />The city was everything. It had no fear. Man needed it more than it needed man. Man always needed a place to live, something to do. Man needed a life. The city gave it that life. The city would have no fear. After all it was life. After all it was man. The city was everything.<br /><br />Except today.....Something was different.<br /><br /><br />Rain.<br /><br /><br />Today, there was a hole in the unwavering pattern. A missing link.<br /><br />A boy stood separate from the rest. A boy of about 8. He always stood in that corner. He called it home. He was one of the homeless. Every city had them, they were a necessity. But this City had a different idea than that. It craved order. The first thing it did was undefine the very term "homeless". It gave them homes.<br /><br />Not proper as per such, but a place which each member called his own. It gave them all the necessities. The City looked after it's homeless. There were no beggars. No, they were left for the poorer uncultured cities.Unfortunately, the City overlooked someone. This boy.<br /><br />He was ordinary to look at. But that was part of being of the homeless. They have inane talent for appearing completely invisible until they want to be seen. Most of the time seen stealing your belongings either by force or by the most polite threats to curse you for eternity. They are so ordinary, that eyes don't even bother seeing them. He was completely ordinary.<br /><br />But his origins were not. Nor was what he would become.<br /><br /><br />Rain.<br /><br /><br />He stood there alone looking up at the rain. In a sea of yellow umbrellas there was a lone empty spot. He alone stood and let the rain wash over him. Wash away his sins maybe. Or maybe just make him wet. Whatever it did, the only thing he was sure to achieve was a bad cold.<br /><br />He didn't mind. He took it as a sign of love. Of affection. Strange. Love.... from the rain. That's all the boy wanted. Love from the trees. No, not those perverted copies that lined the City. No. Nature. He wanted love from nature. He hated order. He hated rules. He didn't believe in them. For one so young, his beliefs were pretty solidly laid down. Ironically, but also inevitably, they were everything the City's beliefs were not.<br /><br />But one belief was paramount among all the things he believed in. It was what set him apart, that made him really different. What made him really dangerous. Without it he may have just evolved into another of the anarchists who are finally reabsorbed into the City becoming part of it. No, it was simple belief as he was a simple little boy. Simple as a nice homemade bomb is. It may be explosive and lethal but above all else, it is simple.<br /><br />He believed the rain was his father.<br /><br /><br />Rain.<br /><br /><br />The city had met his match.<br /><br /><br />The city wasn't ready for a man who had no such thing called a life. Who desired nothing but happiness and ponies. Not just any ponies. Pink ones with a horn if possible. Who thought weed was the best thing that happened to humanity and not a pest to the plants.<br /><br /><br />The city would finally face a Hippie.<br /><br />----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />There it is...<br />An intro if u'd like....<br />Or prologue or wateva u wanna call....<br />Let me know wat u think...<br />And lets see if this is worth going on about.....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714195709936991523noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968867647139957968.post-20203132158481606862008-06-03T00:11:00.002+05:302008-06-03T00:38:44.795+05:30Not the cat...Anything but the cat.....Ok...<br />I don't do this shit....<br />Yet still I'm doing this...<br />Not cause i'm scared....<br />ok...<br />Face it...<br /><br />I'm scared outta my mind of this Arvind....<br />Curse you Wali....<br /><br />Anyways...<br />The list....<br /><br />-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />*<a href="http://www.orkut.com">Orkut</a><br />Hmmmm.....I'm not really into social networking....I'm one of those guys who will do it just cause he's bored..... Which is most of the time.... So yeah....<br /><br />*<a href="http://www.facebook.com">Facebook</a><br />Ok....Yes..... Just shut up.....Dont say it....The "Addict-" word.... I mean it....<br /><br />*<a href="http://www.hotmail.com">Hotmail</a><br />The requisite spam collection box.... I call it that not an inbox nothin that comes in nowadays really needs to be in there......<br /><br />*<a href="http://mail.google.com">Gmail</a><br />Cause one spam collection box is never enough.....<br /><br />*<a href="http://www.gamespot.com">Gamespot</a><br />The ultimate site for anything game related.... Though it has become less ultimate since the gerestman-gate scandal and mass quiting and stuff.... But ya.... Still worth it... At least for their weekly The Hotspot Podcast....Or the On The Spot show.....<br /><br />*<a href="http://www.giantbomb.com">Giantbomb</a><br />Cause one gaming site is never enough.....Mostly for the Giantbombcast.....Another gaming and energy related podcast....From ex-gamespot staffers so ya.... And well....With a name like that.... You have no reason for staying away...<br /><br />*<a href="http://www.theregister.co.uk">The Register</a><br />News biting the hand that feeds IT....The latest tech news with a lovely sarcastic twist.... Every news site that punctuates an article related to Yahoo! with multiple !!! deserves to be read....<br /><br />*<a href="http://www.penny-arcade.com/">Penny Arcade</a><br />The premier gaming related web-comic......For all u repressed nerds out there....You know who you are......<br /><br />*<a href="http://www.qwantz.com/">Dinosaur Comics</a><br />Most brilliant web comic out there....Seriously.....Every week it runs the same strip of dinosaurs....Just changing the text.....A master writer....U'll be rolling with laughter.....<br /><br />*<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org">Wikipedia</a><br />Google?? What is that?? Don't you know?? Just wiki it!!!<br /><br /><br />Hmmmm......The cat is safe i hope....<br />I did everything you asked me too....<br />Oh...<br />And i tag Mystique....<br />Cause i know she's away in Manali and has no way of doing this anytime soon i think....<br />I'm just a sadist who wants to see what happens to her cat....<br />--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Those wondering about the incomplete story....<br />Don't worry it will be completed....Just not had the time....<br />Or clear mind...<br />Loads of ideas out there...<br />It will come...<br />Sporadically updated....<br />Sporadically cause at other times i would be posting other stuff maybe....<br /><br />Now Listening : Jal.... [Yes you read that right...]<br /><br />Now Reading : Scapegoat - by the ethereal slimeball<br /><br />Now Wondering : Why didn't I ever listen to Jal before...Why am i so lame? [Yes you read that right too]Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714195709936991523noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968867647139957968.post-69109842870928095472008-05-24T22:34:00.003+05:302008-05-24T23:18:13.238+05:30Circle of Togetherness....Part DeuxContinued from last time.... See... I did write again!! Woohoo!! Two days running.<br />Anyways....You'll have to excuse the excessive (in my mind) text. Well basically it's what you people may call the setup phase of the story.So yeah.<br /><br />You gotta let the people know where our lovers are coming from..<br />I would have liked to let the mystery remain still...<br />Suspense and all...<br />But ya...<br />If ur smart u'll realise u don't really know much about them anyways...<br /><br />U may know wat they're thinkin at the moment....<br />But seriously speakin...<br />U have no idea what they are doin there..<br />Wat the hell is going on...<br />Slowly by slowly u'll get ur answers....<br /><br />So yeah...<br />Part Deux..<br />The guy...<br />It continues....<br /><br />-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Watching the shock on her face made it worth it. No matter how many times he saw it it still amazed him at the full range of her emotions. But then that might even be considered a kind of sadistic pleasure. The poor girl had no idea what she was in for. And well, knowing the kind of paranoid loner she was, he could relate to the horror she was going to. But then again, this was necessary. From what he'd learnt in the past convincing her of anything was almost impossible. This shock made her more receptive as it is. Shock her out of her beliefs. Yeah, that's what she called it.<br /><br />Smirking, he stepped out of the shadows. He finally could get a good look at her. She may never admit it, but she was beautiful. Not in the over glamorous celebrity way. No her beauty was more general, what you might even call prettiness. And her face was one of love. No, she wasn't cupid or anything, but every time he set sight at her he couldn't help but be amazed at the depth of compassion and understanding on her face. It made the wait for her to come bursting through bearable. Though at the moment all he could see on that face was a mixture of shock and horror. God, how he wished he didn't have to go through this cycle, but there was no other way.<br /><br />"Wha......Who.....How..???"<br /><br />"Right... My point exactly. So, whenever your over the shock and regain control over your slack jaw we could move on from there. So far we've established you can speak."<br /><br />"But.....My name....How do you.....know....Who are you?? Wha....???"<br /><br />"Exactly. As you may imagine, we have a lot of explaining to go through Lisa. And well I'd rather get through this quickly so we can move on. I've made reservations we wouldn't want to miss. But take your time, no hurry, not like time really matters here anyways."<br /><br />Sarcastic. Witty. Handsome. That was him. Born to rich parents and an only child, he fit the stereotype of your talented overachievers perfectly. The kind of person who was naturally good at everything he did. Not that he ever had to do anything as he would no doubt inherit some grand empire from his parents and never have to work hard his life. But he had other plans for himself. Worldly knowledge said he was destined to be it all, prefect, star quarterback, head boy, most popular guy in school all the way through college.The life of the party, King of prom and what not.<br /><br />Unfortunately, he turned out to be the guy who after seeing a path of gold spread out ahead of it, would rather just go get lost in the woods. He delighted in the unexpected. Rather, it amused him to take the least expected and most random path through any situation just to see how it would affect those around him. For someone so talented, avenues of enjoyment were few and far between. And funnily, he chose to amuse himself just doing as he pleased. Of course his parents and peers were not exactly ecstatic seeing the way he was turning out. But what were they to do?<br /><br /> So he turned out as an adult as he wanted to. A man of 24 years. Most men his age would have by this time got a degree and be settling into the routine they would follow for the rest of their lives, something they called a job. But that wasn't in his plan. In his words, when you're gonna be inheriting the worlds best bakery, whats the point in baking a cake yourself. No, he convinced himself he wanted to see life, see the world. Not the nightlife as most people would think, because he'd seen more than his share of it through his few years. No real life. He just wanted to live each day at a time. Doing what? Nothing most of the time. Anything he pleased the next.<br /><br />Silently now, he stood before her. Recent events had changed him a lot. In a way they had molded him, given him purpose. Before, he felt like a pilgrim in search for something. Something he didn't know where to find or what to do with. But all that had changed in the blink of an eye. He had found his meaning, his purpose. But now was not the time to get lost in his own thoughts he reminded himself. No. He had more pressing things at hand. It was time to go on with operation "Shock and Awe". He couldn't help but chuckle at this thought. She did have a wondrous sense of imagination that girl.<br /><br />"Oh.....Hey... Listen here mister. I don't know who you are or how you know so much about. But it's obvious to me you've been -"<br /><br />"Following you around? Stalking you? Come on dear. Think about it. It's been what...months since you left your apartment? So how possibly could I?"<br /><br />"Look. I don't know who you are or what you want from me. But I'm warning you, stay away or else I'll call the police."<br /><br />"Police? Excuse me, but isn't that why you came bursting down here in the first place? Sorry to disappoint you, but there is no police. Well no criminals either so we don't really require them anyways. Thus, I guess you may call it my privilege to inform you, my dear Lisa, that we are the only two people left in this city!"<br /><br />He stood there quietly chuckling at the look on her face as the full impact of what he said finally struck her. He was doing fine so far he thought. Now onwards the more difficult phase began. He had to make her fall as deeply in love with him, as he was crazy about her.....<br />-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />-Aiman<br /><br />Ps.- Still feeling my way around...Rough around the edges...Just hope it wasn't a bore....Hopefully the tempo should pick up....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714195709936991523noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968867647139957968.post-73977120786974688022008-05-23T22:54:00.005+05:302008-05-24T00:09:19.961+05:30Circle of Togetherness .... Part 1 of Many...Well, it's sure been a while hasn't it. I like to write a lot but most often i face something i like to call my personal writers block. But enough of that. I always dreamt of writing something. You know something a bit more than just a few lines of poems or something. So yeah, here is my first attempt at writing something of a greater scope.<br /><br />Maybe What follows isn't really worth reading or even god forbid, good! But hey that isn't gonna stop me writing anymore cause well. I have many dreams, and I guess its about time i started to do something towards them. So yeah...<br /><br />What follows is my attempt for a short story or maybe not so short story and such. Maybe it isn't something resembling what I've been known to write about, but still its a story that must be told.<br /><br />Hope you enjoy it and the story holds you. Leave a comment if you got anything to say. Aiman out. And it begins......<br /><br />-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />She bursts into the lobby, anxiously looking around for another soul. Though she usually spends most of her days alone in her little studio apartment, today it's gone a little too far. Since the dawn she has been unable to see a single sign of existence outside a window. That didn't alarm her at first, but when her usual grocery girl did not answer the phone she began to get worried. She had a eerie feeling that she was alone in this world. Either that or the whole city decided to board themselves up alone at home due to some plague.<br /><br /> Most people would consider her a weirdo. But it wasn't their fault. If she was someone else she'd probably think herself to be a nut case. She was 25, and looked all of her young years. Maybe the male population would even dare to call her pretty, but she didn't think so herself. From the beginning she was never attracted to men. Or maybe she just hadn't met the right man. Whatever the reason may be she was always more content to lose herself in her dreams. Her canvas and easel was all that she needed to get through the day.Emotional attachment and relations could stay with the others. She had what she needed with herself.<br /><br />Which led her to her present situation. Though not one to run away from public and company, she did not encourage them either. Her so called friends had long since given up on her having any social needs as such. Ice Queen, Machine and so many other nicknames were not unknown to her. But she preferred it that way, lost in her mind in that heaven of solace where she found peace. Maybe she was like those tortured geniuses of yore whose happiness lay in their art. Or maybe she just didn't care.<br /><br />But try as she might, something of her present situation made a chill creep up her spine. It wasn't unknown to have quiet days in the city. But a day where one sees no pedestrians in the street? No traffic? Though disconnected from the rest of the world she might stay, the everyday hustle and bustle of the city had become part of her life. Without the cacophony of the various noises and smells of the city, it just seemed empty. And that emptiness was really beginning to trouble her. She liked to think that she could in a way sense the mood of her city, as she liked to call it. Her City. But now, all she seemed to sense was silence. Death.<br /><br />Which is what finally led her to rush out of her apartment. Which is what led her to rush past the doors on her level. Listening for some sound of occupancy, some sound of existence. She couldn't knock or ring the bell cause what would she say? "Hi, I'm the neighbor who never leaves her apartment! I just wanted to stop by and see if someone was alive. Good to see you. Bye!" No. For someone seriously doubting her own complete sanity and eccentricities, something like that was completely out of the question.<br /><br />And thus we return to where we began, with her bursting out of the elevator into the lobby. Though alarmed at the present crisis she was finding, she could not help but scoff at herself. How can a whole city managed to be deserted in a day? Of course her boundaries extended to her housing building and gallery but in her mind, she found it to represent a cross section of her city. And so far the only presence she could sense was she herself and her increasing state of distress. She couldn't possible be alone here, could she?<br /><br />She stares out into the empty lobby stretching out ahead of her. She looks at what she remembers to be the welcoming guards table, but it lays there deserted and empty. It's been quite a while from when she had last been down here and a few changes were showing. The marble had been redone and the place was positively gleaming. She stared across to the doors outside, but all she could make out were the empty sidewalks outside. Maybe she should just step outside...You know to make sure things were alright. No, she said getting a hold of herself. I must be going crazy. I'm just overreacting that's all. I should just head back to my apartment and I'm sure this is just like a bad dream. When I wake up things will be back to normal. I'm just paranoid. Yeah, that's it.<br /><br />"No. You aren't crazy you know. Neither are you being paranoid. Going outside isn't going to help anything though. There is nothing to see there after all. In fact I'd say knowing you, it would rather make things worse."<br /><br />Startled out of her wits she spins around quickly to see the culprit responsible for the words spoken behind her back. Scanning the area she finally see's the shadow. There on the steps by the lift. No wonder she missed it behind her as she came running to the lobby in her hysteria. Getting a grip on herself she started to compose herself after this discovery. See, she wasn't going crazy. She wasn't alone in her city. She wasn't alone at all. And then, he spoke again.<br /><br />"Well.... I wouldn't go so far as calling the only two people left in a city of over millions of people as not being alone. I mean that would be rather extreme wouldn't you say? Even for someone as paranoid as you, I think."<br /><br />Shocked and slack jawed she couldn't believe what she heard. What did this person mean by the only two people in the city? How could that be possible? What did it mean by this constant refferals to knowing her. She's lived here for many years and yet she was oddly sure she didn't know and hadn't ever met anyone from here. And also, how could this shadow know what she was thinking? Maybe she was going crazy. And, though not as surprisingly this time, to seemingly shock her out of her surprise, the voice spoke again.<br /><br />"As talented and gifted as I may like to think myself as, I wouldn't call mind reading one of my gifts. No I can't read your mind but I pretty much know what you are thinking still. Lets just say its a skill I gained through experience. And no, its not as impossible knowing that we haven't even met before. Not as impossible as you think, is it Lisa?"<br /><br />---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />- Aiman<br /><br />Ps.- Ignore the spelling and grammatical mistakes.... They'll be fixed some other day long time later....For now just try and immerse yourself in their world....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714195709936991523noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968867647139957968.post-44019280073882888442008-03-23T13:36:00.004+05:302008-03-23T14:12:46.036+05:30Filmy....So Fucking Filmy...."It seemed just like something out of a movie.... You know....<br />Those old cliched deathbed scenes....<br />She made me hold her hands...And make a promise....<br />On her.... On my memories of her...<br />I guess being brought up in a world so centered around the world of films the lines between reality and make believe grow dim....<br />Filmy..<br />So Fucking Filmy...<br /><br /><br />So I held her hand...<br />And I made the promise...<br />I had no other choice did I...<br />I mean She was dying....And well....<br />It was her last wish....I had to.....<br />So I played my role... An actor in this macabre scene...<br />Filmy....<br />So fucking filmy...<br /><br /><br />I think sometimes that this may all be some cosmic joke...<br />The timing of this bad news and time....<br />All governed by some unknown force...<br />Just when things seem great...<br />I've got my job... Things seem to be becoming stable for the family...<br />Happiness creeping back into our lives....<br />The tragedy strikes...<br />Filmy....<br />So Fucking filmy...<br /><br /><br />And the promise I made?<br />The sacred vow I made on her deathbed to keep?<br />Was it a fading light's last attempt to do some good??<br />Or was it maybe a promise to look after those who were left behind??<br />No....Nothing of that sort....That'd be too normal...<br />No....It had to be over the top....It had to be this...<br />A vow "To reveal the hidden truth at last"!!!<br />A vow "to unveil the dark secrets kept hidden so long".....<br />Had to be so didn't it???<br />Filmy....<br />So fucking filmy...<br /><br /><br />Even after she passes away I'm not overtaken by grief...<br />I mean i feel the loss....But it doesn't over take me....<br />I am sad....But I don't feel the need to cry and lament....<br />But even so...<br />I can't stop the tears rolling down my face....<br />I can't stop my self from screaming at her funeral...<br />I can't stop the self pity and cries I don't really feel...<br />I'm just a player now....Like an actor in another scene....<br />Filmy...<br />So Fucking filmy...<br /><br /><br />A quest for revenge and justice...<br />Well at this point I guess it's mandatory for it to follow...<br />The villain must be sought out....<br />Misdeeds and wrongs righted....<br />Sigh..<br />I'm tired...<br />All I really want to do is get on with my life...<br />But...I don't have a choice do I....<br />So...I will fight...And I guess...<br />I will win...<br />Filmy....<br />So Fucking Filmy.... "<br /><br />*Click* <whir><br />*beep*<br /><br />|| Stopped||<br />||Play back will resume from this point when played||<br /><br />To be continued.....<br /><br />----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Filmy isn't it...<br />So Fucking filmy....</whir>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714195709936991523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968867647139957968.post-24772920291769511692008-02-15T16:32:00.006+05:302008-02-15T17:54:00.766+05:30War Chronicles II - The Guardian Angel...<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">The Guardian Angel<br /><br />Every night the same story,<br />Every day the same fog,<br />This war drags on and on with no end in sight,<br />As the soldiers caught inbetween,grow ever tired of this fight......<br /><br />Every night a change in position,<br />Every day a false alarm,<br />The planes continue to fly over head,looking for a target,<br />We continue to try to stay hidden, running away from false hatred!<br /><br />Yet my luck continues to amaze me,<br />How we continue to remain free,<br />Trapped behind enemy lines,<br />I start to feel like you have been present at all times.....<br /><br />I remember when I got my first story,<br />That suicide blast on that black day in history,<br />Something compelled me to get off that train,<br />A gap of few seconds and my whole life could have been in vain....<br /><br />I spoke to you that night,<br />When i got home after all that anarchy in sight,<br />You told me you were thinking of me at that moment,<br />That you sensed something was going to happen.....<br /><br />Even after you passed away,<br />You seemed to affect me in many little ways,<br />Was it you or some freak luck I don't care,<br />Cause even if it wasn't you, this little lie keeps me going everyday....<br /><br /><br />Alone, A lone reporter among soldiers,<br />Alone, A lone woman among men,<br />Alone, among men of steel, I stand the only one not afraid of this war,<br />Cause I know I have you, My Guardian Angel, looking after me thus far....<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">-Aiman<br /><br />____________________________________________________________________<br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714195709936991523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968867647139957968.post-64439020304302496312008-02-02T20:07:00.001+05:302008-02-15T17:15:17.457+05:30War and Peace......<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">"Before the bombs start to fall again...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I have a few minutes in seclusion which i shall dedicate to writing to my near and dear ones.....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Who knows when the next opportunity may arise....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Who knows if i ever may get a chance to say the things to them that should never be left unsaid....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">In the shadow of the night.....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">As the explosions shake us to our very core ...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Dark thoughts arise....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">But every night we make it through....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">We grow closer to the end....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Maybe the enemy will give up and leave us alone.....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">But to give into complacency would be the end....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">For in war there is no defeat....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Only the symphony of victory....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Or the silence of death!!!"</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714195709936991523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968867647139957968.post-88414913155692609922007-12-08T20:41:00.002+05:302008-02-15T17:16:01.650+05:30What Condition My Condition Was In.....<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Sigh....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I seem to be going through the equivalent of Menopause or whatever u women get....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Mood swings and wat not...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I hate this...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Chemical Locha as one of my friends put it....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Actually i did but ya.....Whateva...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">This place is a bundle of contradictions....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">One sec u could be fighting and out to kill a guy...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Next sec that guy comes and acts like ur best friend....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">go figure....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I dunno really sumtimes wat to expect and think anymore...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">The expression numb comes to mind....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">But ya....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">thats like a few stages behind me....</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">weird.....Messsed up....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Depressed one sec.....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">happy the other.....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Hell wen u dont know wat to expect from ur closest friends....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Wats there to think anymore...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I need a break seriously....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Cya when i'm in a better mood....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Or when this Chemical Locha passes.....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Sigh and u F***heads...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I don't want a jaddo ki jhapi or any such crap....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Thank u....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Come again...</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714195709936991523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968867647139957968.post-73905641409385091832007-11-30T20:33:00.000+05:302007-11-30T20:55:03.842+05:30A picture of you..........<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" >An experiment....<br />A thought....<br />A dream....<br />A new poem...<br />Call it whatever you will....<br />But here it is...<br /><br />A picture is All i have left,<br />And i bear it open for all to see........<br /><br />____________________________________________________________________<br /><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" ><b>A Picture....</b><br /></span></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" ><br />When i look in the mirror,<br />All i can see is a picture,<br />When i look in my eyes,<br />All i can see is a picture......<br /><br />A picture is all i have,<br />In my mind and in my soul,<br />A picture of you with me,<br />Is all thats left for me........<br /><br />All alone i feel for the first time,<br />But i realize i always was lonely,<br />I was living putting all my happiness on a picture,<br />A picture of you beside me......<br /><br />Nothing makes sense anymore,<br />I search for you everywhere i know,<br />But I know I won't find you,<br />All I'll ever have of you, is this picture......<br /><br />Were those times real or a dream,<br />Did I really live them or did i imagine those fields,<br />I think i might have been crazy.....that time with you an illusion,<br />But then there is this picture, And it seems so real.....<br /><br />Who are you? Where did you come from?<br />Why were you here? Why did u meet me?<br />Why did we spend time together? Why did we lie in each others arms under the sun?<br />If you were going to disappear? And all i have left is this picture.....<br /><br />All i have left is a picture,<br />A picture is all i have,<br />A picture of her in my mind,<br />It wont leave me alone, It won't go away........<br /><br />A picture of you in my arms,<br />A picture of you with me,<br />A picture of the queen of my Dreams,<br />The world thinks I'm crazy, but i know this picture is real....<br /><br />Everywhere i look i see this picture,<br />A picture of you with me,<br />In this existence it's all i have left,<br />My life dedicated to a picture, A picture of you with me.....<br /><br /><br />- Aiman<br />___________________________________________________________<br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714195709936991523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968867647139957968.post-4650732494389690902007-11-30T05:30:00.000+05:302007-11-30T16:07:08.878+05:30Jabse yeh Gaana....Mene din ko.......Sunaa re.......<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;" >Saawariya.......Oh ho oho.....<br />Saawariya.......Oh ho Oho.....<br />Saaaaaaawwaaaaaariyaaaaaa............<br /><br /><br />*Sigh*<br />Yes....<br />Now that the requisite groan at the start of every blog entry is out of the way.....<br />Though the groan might be caused by the horrifying music.....<br />Lets get down to business......<br /><br /><br />First up is change.....<br />No....Not the coins as in South Park Night of living Homeless....<br />Though if you do come across some change then....<br />"Change?"<br />..................................................................................................<br />*Ahem*<br />Yes...Back on track then.....<br />I remember myself a few months back.....<br />Lets make it about 6 months shall we........<br />There was once a time i ran from the limelight....<br />Where i was happier out of the attention....Didn't give a fig about politics or power......<br />(lol....Anyone who's been to high school will know what i'm talking about)<br />I was happy with my few friends.......No work!!!<br />And my heavenly headbanging collection of music.....<br /><br />But now....<br />*Sigh*<br />Here I am Mr.Popular (not to blow my own horn....But yeah....)<br />Everyone knows me.....Everyone wants me to be with them.....<br />I'm considered the smartest guy in my batch.....<br />Which i might be......But....<br />Lol...<br />I mean....<br />They expect me to top????<br />I mean.... I don't study!!!<br />Hell....I never have......<br />And me top???<br />Sheesh!!!<br /><br />Got so much responsibility....<br />But this all wouldn't be such a problem on its own.....<br /><br /><br />But coupled with the fact that well.....<br />It's all so different.....<br /><br />Change...<br /><br />Sigh...<br /><br />From Hard Rock to Bollywood Pop...<br />I kid u not......I got a 2gb collection to argue with you....<br />This change in music may not be that important to some....<br />But to me..<br /><br />Well yeah...<br />Its wat keeps me sane....Cools me down......<br />AND NOW...<br />It just seems so weird....<br /><br />But u know....<br />u can't change them....<br />So u gotta join them.....<br />Plus chicks tend to dig a guy with 170 songs on his....<br />And well....<br />If 80 of those are Hindi.....<br />Nevermind......<br />In Rome... Do as the Romans do......<br />(Thats is if you want to do the Romans too...... ;) if u know at i mean......)<br /><br />Well anyways....<br />I dunno wat else to whine about....<br />Lets headbang i guesss....<br />Chow....<br /><br /><br />Teri Aankhen Bhool Bhulaiya...<br />Bateen hai Bhool Bhulaiya.....<br />....................................................................................<br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714195709936991523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968867647139957968.post-46206423444119365652007-11-20T00:57:00.000+05:302007-11-20T01:07:42.760+05:30My life..... At present.....<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Ever heard Crazy Town's drowning....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">It so aptly describes my state of mind...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Sigh.....</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">----------------------------------------------------------------------------</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"Drowning"</b><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Everything is so complex</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Everyday is like a test full of obstacles</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">That seem almost impossible</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And I’m thinking just another breath not a minute left.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">How long have I been drifting?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pass the glass pint hit the flash light now break it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">People say I’m a star but I still think ill never make it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And I’m thinking just another prayer not a second left.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I feel there’s something missing</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sometimes I hate that chaos surrounds me when all the answers that I see go around me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Am I drowning?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Am I fading away?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">OR am I living up to all your dreams that made me this way?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Am I drowning?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Am I drowning?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Am I drowning?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Am I drowning?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I’ve been to hell and back looking for the answers to life.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Looking at myself trying to get things right.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And I’m feeling just another breath not a minute left.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I feel the darkness lifting.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There was a time</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">That I questioned if Id ever be alright.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Running getting high staying trapped by sleepless nights.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And I’m thinking just another breath not a minute left.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I feel there’s something missing.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I’m running from myself and all the things I don’t like.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Living every night like it’s the last night.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And I’m thinking just another prayer not a second left.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I need to stop resisting.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sometimes I hate that chaos surrounds me when all the answers that I see go around me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Am I drowning?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Am I fading away?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">OR am I living up to all your dreams that made me this way?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Am I drowning?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Am I drowning?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Am I drowning?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Am I drowning?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Am I drowning?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Am I drowning?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Am I drowning?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Am I drowning?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sometimes I hate that chaos surrounds me when all the answers that I see go around me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Am I drowning?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Am I fading away?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">OR am I living up to all your dreams that made me this way?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Am I drowning?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Am I drowning?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Am I drowning?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Am I drowning?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.</span><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714195709936991523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968867647139957968.post-86230268524920072782007-08-25T19:05:00.000+05:302007-08-25T19:21:27.850+05:30The dawn....Is it the start of a new day??? OR the pause before a new night????<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Thinking of interesting stuff to say is such a bore....Seriously...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I always gotta appear intellectual to my audience...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Which is why writing poetry appeals to me....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Cause no matter what u write about..... </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Or even if it at all is absolute crap....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">People automatically go like....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Oh....HE writes poem...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">HE is deep....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">He's an intellectual....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">(Even if the only thing ur deep in is bullshit.....But u get my point.... ;) )</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">So here's is a new poem....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">That well i feel for me is very important...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Cause well...It stands for an important milestone...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Turning of a page....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Or Start of a new chapter....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">REbirtH i call it...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">REbirtH</span><br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Its dull and cloudy outside,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">But that is but a reflection to within,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Fear has eaten up my heart,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I'm losing her, the light of my dreams....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">The wind batters me again,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Rain washes away at my happiness,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">The fire of love that was kept burning,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Has been chocked off, by the darkness within.....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I call out to you,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Hoping you would return,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">But all the sound is swallowed by the night,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">And I know that she's gone.....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I can't go on like this,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">When all I can feel is emptiness,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Losing my control I scream out in pain,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">And the tears fall and mingle with rain.....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I'm burning,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I'm crying,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I'm screaming,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I'm flying......</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I feel like a feather in the wind,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Gliding wherever I'm being taken,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">A phoenix lying in the ashes,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">The end of the road......</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I feel this all and more,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Being bent from within,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Enough is enough,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">It's time to awaken.....</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">In that one moment,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">In that one truth,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">In that one breath,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I escaped the lie......</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Cause now i know within,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I don't need you or anyone else,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">No matter where i find myself,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I always know who I am.....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I can now see her there standing calling out to me,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">And I turn around and walk away,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I have no need to know what she needs to say,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Reborn, The stars call out to me and i walk away.....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">-Aiman</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714195709936991523noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968867647139957968.post-74134572601573685152007-07-02T00:11:00.000+05:302007-07-02T22:36:49.477+05:30Sometime....There is no brighter side....Just a side thats less darker than others...Such is life...<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Sigh....Its been a while hasn't it???</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Such a Lot has happened since we last spoke....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">I don't even know from where to begin...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">But first.....I just want to tell you......</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">I thought a lot about.....Did a lot of soul searching.......</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Saw the direction in which this relationship is heading....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">And well i guess.....We should see other people!!!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">I know....I know....It seems harsh but i feel its the only way forward...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">So from tomorrow onwards....Make it a point to see at least one other person that day....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Good now that its out of the way....Let us begin...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Firstly I now onwards reside in the</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> Land of Cows</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">No this is not an exaggeration.....Or a metaphor.....</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">I am now in a place whose name literally translates into Village of The Cows..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Welcome to Belgaum!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Hmmm....I had no internet for a week.....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Yes i will now proceed to repeat that casual statement in case u missed the main impact of its words.....</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">I had no internet for a week!!!!!!!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Now u may proceed to scream in horror!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">College just started today...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">And to tell you the truth.....I'm pleasantly surprised....In a good way!!!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Yes I am the only NRI in the batch.....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">And yes there are also girls whose grasp of the English language extends to "Myself Vaijanthimalla!!!!"...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">But on the other hand....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Just when you've lost hope....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">When during the introductions a person gets asked which famous dead personality you'd like to meet and you hear a reply "Kurt Kobain".....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Or when you ask someone if they like english movies....And you get the reply " Yeah..Especially comedy films...My Favorites are Eurotrip and Harold and Kumar...What about you??? Seen them??"..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">All of a sudden you know....Maybe you just might get through this alright....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Later Folks.....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Got to chase a couple of cows of my fields first....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Peace out!!!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714195709936991523noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968867647139957968.post-86953461294167818852007-06-08T14:17:00.000+05:302007-06-08T15:01:54.923+05:30Run it's a hurricane!! No wait......Its a cyclone!!! Oh Shit......Run anyways!!!!<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Gonu has hit Oman.....<br />First of i would like to point out that I am very pissed off by the name given to this natural calamity.....<br />I mean think about it....Who the hell names a cyclone Gonu??? I mean....Gonu????<br />Sounds like a bloody goldfish or something....Can you imagine talkin to another hurricane victim...<br />You'd be to embarrassed to repeat the frikin name!!!<br />As they go on about Katrina.....You stand there sheepishly looking around wondering who the hell gave it such a tame name....<br />Gonu i tell you....<br /><br />Anyways....Moving on....<br />Oman has been badly hit and the infrastructure is badly damaged.....<br />While some places were hardly affected except for heavy rain.....<br />Some places were under feet of water and and destruction and chaos ruled supreme.....<br />It was a tough time for all of Oman....And i must say the Civil Forces did a wonderful job saving lives....<br />For a calamity of this magnitude to have only 15 deaths....Amazing work and precautions taken.....<br />Our Prayers are with those whose lives have been affected and best wishes for the future as the rebuilding gets underway....<br /><br />Yada yada.....So on and so forth....<br />Now that the sensitive mumbo jumbo is out of the way let us sit back......<br />relax.....<br />I mean if u want to hear a sad sob story.....Wat u doing here????<br />And look at the funny side of the aftermath of Gonu.....<br /><br />Pictures by Yours Falsely......<br /><br />First off :</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Look at the difficult decision facing people.....Do you go left....Or right.....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Know what i say???</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Your screwed either way babe!!!!</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXMeYL8cDb_9INuISl6SsQTE-iLTvOBM9hf7H3pG0-JboznEpffEncP3Vb87b3JaYQc-hq-GytSPZnxa3wV3Puy6alKPVXj9yR3gh4QqRn2FPhxaOEKnPIfwStERghZzQXF-m_q4Nv0x8/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXMeYL8cDb_9INuISl6SsQTE-iLTvOBM9hf7H3pG0-JboznEpffEncP3Vb87b3JaYQc-hq-GytSPZnxa3wV3Puy6alKPVXj9yR3gh4QqRn2FPhxaOEKnPIfwStERghZzQXF-m_q4Nv0x8/s320/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073613028667978306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Exhibit two:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">At first sight your everyday standard car submerged during disaster shot....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">But.....As you look closer you realize that the car owner was well prepared for the storm....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">And thus took necessary precautions to save his car from the rain.....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">What was his great plan you ask??</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">He left the car on battery power with the wipers on!!!!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Great plan!!!</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTTP2S62pgxN9wZxSGPqoi7WUODRhog3U8hZ2V47yMYxzIIOtW9dyFZohIphHDp-Idk-wBd0oB6ByT8BJEymWoHDncSWdErQq3B7n0K5wSgnjdHi6R0K5KpS4A5SpeC8PzBQDDI2e4TwI/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTTP2S62pgxN9wZxSGPqoi7WUODRhog3U8hZ2V47yMYxzIIOtW9dyFZohIphHDp-Idk-wBd0oB6ByT8BJEymWoHDncSWdErQq3B7n0K5wSgnjdHi6R0K5KpS4A5SpeC8PzBQDDI2e4TwI/s320/Image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073613032962945618" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Third Times the charm :</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">When they said they deliver to exactly where you are.....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">They didn't lie........</span><br /><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYW9MsijZqpfYINL9K_IMeTATA895UAS7kQ-f-sYMGZAojnmRmuBFufpG-AKjqRyr4vhBbhEs8HMK01Kacn0w7yxGXYfJlQ1tgYZhenUlhONB5gqGceI5SdjEylu8SHb4V1nOb0szHCu8/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYW9MsijZqpfYINL9K_IMeTATA895UAS7kQ-f-sYMGZAojnmRmuBFufpG-AKjqRyr4vhBbhEs8HMK01Kacn0w7yxGXYfJlQ1tgYZhenUlhONB5gqGceI5SdjEylu8SHb4V1nOb0szHCu8/s320/Image028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073613037257912930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Fourth Horsemen....Er....Fourth picture:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">OK really weird one.....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Now i want you to check out the rightmost gas cylinder....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">We all know how fricking heavy they are and the force of the water.....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">So how it got into that position is no mystery........</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">But the question is......Now that the place is back to normal...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">What in the name of god is keeping it suspended in that angle????</span><br /><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-vuwr-FhzeQLXe9Pcga-fdVqtrsaflC_N4sXFKX9HGZBcGJLqpir8FVyqPqqp4yEnoYJw-_ccntsvkC3fUuJbw6ydn53NqmQFqH0Jb8uHFphMidC03q2HaxhTQSkVPBle3WOs51YwG10/s1600-h/Image070.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-vuwr-FhzeQLXe9Pcga-fdVqtrsaflC_N4sXFKX9HGZBcGJLqpir8FVyqPqqp4yEnoYJw-_ccntsvkC3fUuJbw6ydn53NqmQFqH0Jb8uHFphMidC03q2HaxhTQSkVPBle3WOs51YwG10/s320/Image070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073613045847847554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">And last but not the least:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Ever wondered where so much water came from???</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">I mean it can't be possible so much of the flooding was due to the rains....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Well its not!!!!!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Now you know the cause!!!</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh13GQ3XXX1XaHR4KRFf0eqZVhwUs4oblSse9wCJGbz3pyX18BH-kCmakROYWma5usu2loMpvioRE39GgxCOX0ljU4UZ8q0gbJxhdA62FspOTpz9fW9aw5kt2Cm3CzKuXKT4UZXiiX09PU/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh13GQ3XXX1XaHR4KRFf0eqZVhwUs4oblSse9wCJGbz3pyX18BH-kCmakROYWma5usu2loMpvioRE39GgxCOX0ljU4UZ8q0gbJxhdA62FspOTpz9fW9aw5kt2Cm3CzKuXKT4UZXiiX09PU/s320/Image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073618053779714706" border="0" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714195709936991523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968867647139957968.post-69828275020353344692007-05-23T13:22:00.000+05:302007-05-23T20:39:45.864+05:30Irony?? You know that heart attack that happens to a cardiologist?? Yeah...That thing....<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Well.....<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Ever heard of a million to one chance???</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Well statistics show that million to one chances take place nine times out of ten....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Weird eh???</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Do you trust your probability???</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">God Bless Terry Pratchett man...All I'm saying.....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Football....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Very important in some of our lives....Not so important in others......</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Funny isn't it when a football lover and non-football lover get together.....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Extract from a first blind date with above scenario : </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Guy: "So....What are your interests??"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Girl: "I love to follow the EPl... Its like a way of life to me....Are you interested in it too??"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">(The one in million guy who has no idea about football or clubs and has a zilch of an interest in it </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">meets the 100 in million girl who can't live without football....So he has no idea what she's going on about....It would be best to tell her that.....But....Naturally....Being a guy....He decides to buff his way through!!)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Guy: "Right on!!! I love the EPL too!! Thats awesome!!! We're so alike!! EPL is my life!!"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Girl: " Thats so amazing!! I'm a hardcore </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Red's fan!</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">! You??"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Guy: "OMG!!! I don't believe it!! ME TOO!!"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">(Girl thinks to herself....This guy is amazing....He's like perfect for her!! She might be in love....But first....A final test...)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Girl: "So ....</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">You saw the match against the Gunners yesterday??</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">What did you think about it??? </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">You know maybe we can get together and watch the highlights later on......[*wink*]</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">(Guy thinks he's made....That was the signal alright!!!!And luckily he glanced the headlines in the paper today morning!! So he knows what happened in yesterdays match....Oh...He's made all right!!)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Guy: "Yeah!! It was an amazing match!! I mean the scoreline was like 5-4!! What a tense action filled match!! </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Would love to get together and watch us thrashing the daylights out of Manchester United with you....[*winks*]</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">I'll leave you to imagine what happens next......Though i can assure you it surely did not involve candles, flowers and coffee together....Though thinking it involved a nuclear bomb,WMD or a kick to the groin wouldn't be such a far bet!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">So...About the irony of life??</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Need i present more evidence??</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">I rest my case...........</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714195709936991523noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968867647139957968.post-4470241017806324642007-05-09T12:31:00.000+05:302007-05-09T13:09:17.543+05:30Coffee or Tea.....Frankly I just want my caffine....<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Hello.....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Is it me your looking for??</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Cause if you are you've come to the wrong place.....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">I'm not here anymore....I've gone to get some coffee....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Be right back I'm sure......</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">If you want I'll get you a cuppa too.....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Unless your one of those bloody tea drinkers......</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">In which case get lost you bore!!!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Drink coffee and live forever!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Hmm.....Dunno really........There's a message here somewhere.....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">No seriously....There is.....I meant to put one here.......Really...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Right over here Actually......</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">But now its too late i guess......Nevermind......</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">So whats been up recently....I finally saw Spiderman 3........</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Really got in touch with my inner superhero....Really....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">The trials and Tribulations......Handling responsibility.......</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">And most of all....It really shows humanity....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Even a superhuman is still human.....<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ok...Ok...Enough with the farce....Who gives a crap bout story and character .....The action was sexy...Loved the effects..And Venom Kicks Ass!!!!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">So....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Now if you'll excuse me i gotta go.....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">I'm gonna shoot someone.....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">No not really,That comes later....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">But just in this little game i know.....</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714195709936991523noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968867647139957968.post-5098522513037896362007-05-07T04:16:00.000+05:302007-05-09T14:26:49.876+05:30Live for a Dream......Die for a Memory....<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">So....</span><br /><br />An new post....I dunno....I feel the urge to say something nonsensical and random just to make u laugh.....But i wont.....<br /><br />I'll resist that urge.....Instead i'll write something.....<br /><br />A poem thats always been in mind....Wanted to write for a long time....Idea been nesting there and never seen the light of day.....Until now.....<br /><br />Imagine loving someone so much.....Imagine all u had in the world was her.....And you spend your time together.....Speakin of how u both would spend the rest of your life together......And then....<br /><br />She's gone....And all you have with you is that memory......A Memory of an Eternity....A memory for an Eternity.....<br /><br />Hope u like it.....And plz do comment....Appreciate if others appreciate what i do......<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Memory of an Eternity</span><br /><br />You're never really gone,<br />You're always there beside me,<br />You're trapped in this dream,<br />I won't let u escape...<br /><br />That one perfect moment,<br />Captured forever in my mind,<br />Those final few drops of bliss,<br />In a sea of disappointments....<br /><br />In that moment be entombed forever,<br />That one last breath of carefree joy,<br />Until the world takes over my dreams again,<br />And responsibilities swallow us back again...<br /><br />And every dawn the bubble bursts,<br />The dream has ended,world is how it was,<br />The pain is back to haunt me,<br />And I'm mortal again....<br /><br />Flighting away for the rest of my day,<br />Awaiting those times of glory,<br />Waiting for happiness and bliss,<br />Until the night comes and the memory lives again...<br /><br />The rest of my life in the requiem of a dream,<br />In that memory you are with me,<br />In that memory together we are immortal,<br />We will live for ever in a dream, Death begone....<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">-Aiman</span><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714195709936991523noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968867647139957968.post-40223218941507158972007-05-02T19:14:00.000+05:302007-05-02T19:53:35.023+05:30Close your eyes.....Take a real deep breath.....Then die of your pollen allergy!!!!!<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Hmm....Am in an interesting mood....So maybe i'll just post without whining about anything rite now.....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">So let me recap on events of the past Cricket World Cup...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Well first of there was the winners Australia...... don't really care about so screw that actually.....I mean come on.....They won sure.....Sure....But MORE importantly Bangladesh played some pretty good cricket!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">And TEAM INDIA.......More like ALL THANDA!!! I mean seriously....So many ad campaigns for Pepsi and stuff....More like they all fizzed out on the event.......They were all prepared for the world cup to do anything....Except play cricket.....Sad really.....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">And then....Explain it to me......Ganguly the one redeeming factor of the team now....Only batsman who put up a consistent and good performance....Is being rested when he's in form......While Viru is retained......Politics man....Never makes bloody sense does it????</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Death of Bob Woolmer is funny too.....Not sadistic funny....But sad and tragically hilarious funny....I mean its been a month already and they still don't know for sure whether he was poisoned and strangled or any leads on who did it......i think their strategy is to take their time giving the murderers enough time to confess of their own crimes.....Sigh........</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Hmmm....So dats d world cup i guess....Farce all the way.....No great matches.....And Australia won again so yeah.........Moving on........</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">People should really read more of Terry Prattchett....Really...That man is an amazing author....His wit is in a class of its own up there Douglas Adams and the like.....Hilarious Stuff!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">And plus a new addition from today......</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">The Answer To the Philosophical Question for the Day :</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">So the question being......" Why are we here?"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Well i'd think the answer was obvious ain't it........We are here.......Because there was nowhere else for us to go.....So i guess yeah......If there was somewhere else better to be...What the hell are we doing here??? So yeah....We're here because we're nowhere else.....Nevermind.....</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> /*rolls eyes*/</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Hmm....Thats about it folks....All we have time for today</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714195709936991523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968867647139957968.post-6173524527572928192007-04-30T18:57:00.000+05:302007-04-30T20:04:18.720+05:30Warning : The contents of this meaning less post may leave you with an Irresistable Urge to hurt the author.......For wasting your time......<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Let us start of this post with a two minute silence to remember the death of the last shred of intelligence in spiders and the birth of some in the fly....The Whole incident went something like this....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">"Come into my den,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Said the Spider to the fly,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">You'll find it's quite a cozy little Haven,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Away from the rain,You'll be warm and dry.........</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">The Fly just said 'Lame!!!',</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Flipped the spider off,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Then he flew off,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Muttering about the spider's missing brain........"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">I have successfully become the first human to officially lose a game of </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">"Thjnxet; eat jsdhad-ajwei)((^" </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> to the alien race of THE KUT which are sentient race of coat hangers which only pay visits to you when you are either extremely intoxicated or gone mad.........</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Yes....Thats was just a sign of how things are in Muscat.....It will come as no surprise for you all to learn that things here are pretty </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">BORING!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Hmm....Not in the mood....I'll rant later.....Or maybe just will post somethin funny....Or maybe revisit me philosophical roots....Or maybe I'll just shut up and play some X-BOX...Dunno....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Later folks......</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">I'll leave you with a few completely unrelated and extremely coincidental lines that follow each other in no particular sequence and are of random meter.....Know wat i mean??? I dont......</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">No peace...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">no rest...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">no pain...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">no despair...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">i feel...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">sorrow...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">lift its breath...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">freedom....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">from fear...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">to love...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">a hope...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">for a tomorrow...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">that will be ours when found!!!!!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714195709936991523noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968867647139957968.post-57628850144683196012007-04-24T21:22:00.000+05:302007-04-24T22:11:04.644+05:30I'm only paranoid because they want me dead............<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">I have discovered my passion....Brought out by two sessions of watching the movie shooter in the theater....Even when I didn't particularly like it the first time.....But.....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">I wanna be a sniper!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">I wanna take careful aim and frag someone wit a headshot.....Thats what i wanna do......If the head happens to belong to President Bush well thats even better....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Before the secret service gets on my ass and i have another international incident....I am speaking about a game called CS....I am not planning an assassination attempt on Bush.....At least not at this moment.....Maybe later...(<span style="font-weight: bold;">Btw.....Don't ask about the first international incident...All i can say is it involved one pissed of president,three dead cows,a nuclear bomb and lots of hot sauce flavored ice-cream!!</span>)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Hmm....Counter-Strike....Never really liked the game...But now for some reason i'm crazy after it.....Dunno why....Whats wrong???</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Which leads me to to the other topic on my mind........</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">THEM!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Oh you know who</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> THEY</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> are.....</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Them....They control everything......<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">No I'm not talking about some conspiracy....Hell they run those conspiracies.....Along with everything else.....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">They all around you....There's no hiding from them....I just want to the truth to get out.....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">You know what I'm talking about...You've felt it....You know they're watching us....Controlling us....</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">The pieces are in front of you...Its upto you to piece them together......Spread the truth....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Well thats enough paranoia for a post i think....Now on to some cheerful goodness!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Unicorns don't exist you stupid bimbo's!!!</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> You hippies should have died a long while ago!!! Now go to some corner and cry till u return to your psychedelic dreams!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">And its not over and out......Its under and in my belly!!!!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714195709936991523noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968867647139957968.post-84635115504087815122007-04-19T16:56:00.000+05:302007-04-19T17:42:45.647+05:30One more time.....So that makes it one+one......Eleven right!! :D<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;">Hmm....No posts past few days....Been busy....Been out.....And plus I'm too tired to think of anythin original....So just thought i'd post another old poem of mine for the ladies out there....Wrote this one i think a year ago or something...<br /><br />Was listening to Aeisha by outlandish.....And just started to write wat came to mind.....Was bored i think that time.....Lolz.... ;)<br /><br />So enjoy ppl (or not....Wateva makes u happy!!! :P)....If u like it leave a word.....<br /><br /><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;">My Angel Divine</span><br /><br />Look at her, so beautiful,<br />She takes my breath away,<br />Every moment of the day, is filled with thoughts of her,<br />And every second without her,feels like eternity....<br /><br /><br />I always think, of our first meeting,<br />How I stared unable to think,<br />I couldn't believe, the sight before my eyes,<br />I thought I was dead and in the garden of Eden....<br /><br /><br />Oh God! How much i love her,<br />Oh God! How much i care,<br />She makes me feel, So complete,<br />She is the queen of my hopes and my dreams....<br /><br /><br />So sweet, So beautiful,<br />Like an angel of God to behold,<br />She seems pure like a dove,<br />Her heart, overflowing with love....<br /><br /><br />To look at her, Is like looking at a star,<br />A lone beacon of light in the darkness above,<br />Even stone would spring to life,<br />If it could catch a glimpse of my angel divine....<br /><br /><br />Her eyes, a mirror into the universe,<br />Her smile, like a child's innocent and pretty,<br />Her face, cherubic and cute,<br />She's perfect in every way!!!<br /><br /><br />So breathtaking, So beautiful,<br />Everyday I love her even more,<br />How i treasure, the moments i spend with her<br />How i pray for her, every second of the day....<br /><br /><br />Like the spring after winter,<br />How my heart blossoms every time we're together,<br />Like the autumn, after the spring,<br />The realization she can't be mine sinks in....<br /><br /><br />She can never be mine,<br />Cause she doesn't feel that way,<br />If only she'd give me a chance,<br />I know we'd be perfect in every way....<br /><br /><br />She is, So beautiful,<br />Words can express how much i love her,<br />But she, She can never know,<br />Cause if she found out,<br />It would break her heart to know....<br /><br />My Angel Divine,<br />You might not be mine,<br />But I'll continue being with you everyday,<br />I just want you to be happy and stay....<br /><br /><br />I cant break your heart so,<br />My Angel Divine,<br />Oh I love you,<br />But I'll never let you know!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">-Aiman</span><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714195709936991523noreply@blogger.com5