a few hundred words

First things first

2011-10-20T22:59:00.000+05:30

Growing up. It's a small sentence with a million and one afterburners on its tail; it's both good and bad, unbearable and yearned for at the same time.

I wasn't too keen on growing up — my teenage symptoms still strike back like the empire. But they make growing up so much more enjoyable, to the point that I can actually slow down time and savor every second that passes me by. This 'bullet time' sequence is very delicious when it comes to chewing the morsels of a moment I have longed for years. The eye makes for an excellent camera, as well – recording better than RED at much higher than 120 fps, with quality that would put Blu-Ray to shame.

You know I'm kinda happy when I'm using way too many movie/gadget/blabbermouth references.

Anyway, the thing that matters is growing up. Not as much as the objective of growing up, which would just lead to a fully developed adult, but the actual verb of it in the sentence. You know, when you're growing up, and you get to drive the car by yourself for the first time. Like that. Even though you're 20. Coming in late to the party doesn't matter. Hell, you're VIP. But sitting down in the driver's seat. That. That's what I mean.

But that's still not a complete description to what I have stood witness to. Frankly, it's very easy to describe. But putting it in a mere tersely phrased sentence will rob the beauty of it. What I want is to dignify this moment forever, supply it with the same amount of respect that I've been giving the thing in question, and create a freaking museum out of it. Okay, traveling too far, perhaps. But not as far as I drove!

Not as far as I drove, at all. If you want to get down to the science of it, consider it distance measured in time and incremented in exponential amounts – I did record this in slow motion, remember? – for what is driving a car for the first time? Priceless. What is backing it up and banging it into another car for the first time? Priceless. And doing so just out of the sheer nervousness that grips you because someone is sitting next to you, and you can barely drive for the whole trip? Amazing.

Maybe MasterCard will come in handy sometime.

Open secrets

2011-09-29T17:30:00.000+05:30

I had already planned to title this post, whenever it came – "confessions". But things went differently than planned. They went better.

Frankly, I never had much of a plan per se. I just knew something had to be done about this, for what would be the result of me taking this precious little sacred secret with me to a land far away?
I don't know how this conversation ever happened, and I don't know how it got to this, and I'm really at a lack of words to express myself about making it out.

No matter how many times I look back, I know it hurt when it happened. But seven years and fifteen seconds later, I know I'll be glad for every moment afterwards, regardless of decision. Just 'cause.

Plus, who knew this would be a learning experience, as well? I wish I knew how to say no with grace. Or that I could go back in time and change things with the aforementioned knowledge. In any event, my feelings are far too die hard to merely wane.

And my writing is beginning to sound like jellybeans.

And if you're looking for another out of place sentence, tell me, is it even possible to sum up a billion and one emotions into one sentence?

"Um. Hey."

2011-09-27T18:04:00.000+05:30

Hey, Ms. Khan.

Um.. Happy birthday! And..yeah! Right. So uh.

Well. I guess that's it. Right?

Uhhmm. I hope you got the letter.

Well.

Alright then.

That looks like a six, right?

2011-09-18T23:30:00.000+05:30

I kinda forgot the cake, but happy birthday!

Go ahead, check it out. Don't be afraid, click that image, head to the page and click download! Then, as ritual follows, set the downloaded image as your wallpaper. Forever.

I mean...till next year, when I make a new one. :D

As humans

2011-09-18T23:00:00.000+05:30

Where do you draw the line? I'm not talking about compromise, or your personal frustration with some sort of self-respect draining monster. I'm talking about your own beliefs; thoughts that come to steam before you step out to do anything at all. These are the things you've already thought about, but ruminated over only long enough to scratch the surface. You think you know much more than you know, but you'll have to face it sooner or later -- the fact that you didn't know it at all.

Your presumptions could only take you so far, and unless you have a map or some sort of GPS device, it is highly likely that you've wandered off to the wrong continent. And that's too bad, because you've begun a whole new civilization there; one with pagans and warriors alike, building towers of worship and economy all at once.

I'm pretty sure you find what I say hard to understand, especially at first go. I won't blame you. I don't get what I say sometimes, too, but this post deserves a second look.

Let's look at an analogy here. You go buy a box crayons. When you come back with the said box, you find shattered hopes and eyes and mouths open in shock. What could you have done wrong? What? What is it? Is it the crayons? No, it's the people looking at you. While you were out crayon-hunting, those people had already decided you were going to come back with a mistake. They had already devised a civilization's worth of intelligence based on one fact -- that you went out to buy something. And now, whether you like it or not, you will be hated. Ironically, it has nothing to do with you. They're insecure. In the civilization they've developed, they strongly believe that if they stand an inch closer to you, they'll be out, buying a box of something.

In order to safeguard personal well-being, they perceive anything as threat. They don't want to listen. They don't want to understand. That's it. It's a rock you can never move.

But you can choose to move your own way and travel your own path. Being different doesn't mean you're not normal.

I can't hope to open more minds at the end of this post. I can't speak of much more. But if I were to tell you something; if I were to put it in words I recently heard, "If it doesn't hurt anyone", it's probably not wrong.

People

2011-09-18T00:04:00.002+05:30

Sometimes, they just make better sense when they're not with you.

With constant activity constantly revolving around their constant presence, not much thought comes to coalesce on their entirety, but much on your presence with them, as a unit. Working together as a team through turbulent times as a classic example of the one of the better human endeavors is easily achieved with both minds in incessant contact. Also, this results in swifter accomplishment, often in more than one direction.

However, only when you are left alone can you come to terms with them, and your own self. You see, in togetherness, unless you are in some sort of parasitic relationship, symbiosis forces all members of the combination to think of itself as one whole unit. If that's just me, well, then it seems like a good plan for you MBAs to spew out in your next emergency meeting.
In any case, as a unit, your senses rarely realize what every one has been tackling. And when the dust begins to settle, you realize what has been accomplished.

When left with your thoughts, you finally realize a person's significance in your life. What he or she meant to you and what you might soon pine for. Every incident worth your memory comes back in a slower form, much like a scene shot in five hundred takes. As director, you've pretty much seen all of those takes, because you've rejected the first 499. And the last one made it.

Unfortunately, you tend to realize all of this alone. Either that, or when placed in the scenario you should rightfully be in, you won't have to be alone for this enlightenment to occur. Or, in a thirds division, that person won't be stupid enough to leave you alone to think of a nuance of a world that might never make a difference. They'd probably slap that realization in your face.

That'd be pretty awesome, wouldn't it? Maybe you could do that to someone, too, instead of waiting to get slapped, you know.

Sixth semester blues

2011-05-15T01:26:00.004+05:30

The sun weighs down my soul.

It's a few hundred degrees as soon it's safe to call it a morning. I would've said it felt cold and dark because that's what it's like on the inside, but this holy Sun of ours has left me with no choice.

Speaking of things that leave me with no choice -- it's not a short list. This brutal college life behaves frantic like a preteen with an M3 on his hands. As if taking an hour to get there wasn't already enough, it has began piling me with much more than its cumbersome culinary speciality of unusually useless files, lost pens and emotional overloads. It has touched a whole new low with this attendance nag.

Three hundred and a few more days ago, I couldn't gather enough of me to write right. Just bottling feelings to the point that they'd eventually leak and erupt at the same time. It's not much different, but hopefully fortunately, it's not much the same either. Of course, I still need to quit talking crazy, but hey.

Trust issues grab me by the neck. Everyone can be your friend and be not so much at the same time. I used to wonder how and when people learned to be people of this world and learned to deal with people of this world, and boy am I getting an answer.

Oh and the encounters with a surprisingly similar soul -- and the turns it brought. Don't get me started. Demons, those.

I already got my license, but if ya know what I mean, driving fo real is a little different. It's good. Feels like I'm finally growing up.

Yeeeeaaah riiiiighhttt.

Is this how it ends?

2011-05-15T01:26:00.003+05:30

"But doc, these teenage blues, they're...they're coming up so late!"

"This can mean only one thing, son."

"...that it doesn't end without bright lights?"

"Much so."

Happy birthday!

2010-09-18T20:10:00.004+05:30

Man, you're growing up fast. It's almost like I can't even see you getting taller. Five years old already? Come on, gimme a hug.

Show some love. Let your computer wear this wallpaper.

Music therapy

2010-09-03T17:37:00.002+05:30

Hear the

drum

pounding out of time

Another protester has

crossed the line

To find, the money's

on the other side

Can I get another Amen?

There's a flag wrapped

around a score of men

A gag,

a plastic bag on a monument

I beg to

dream and differ

from the hollow lies

this is the dawning of the rest

of our lives

on holiday!

Things

2010-05-02T14:21:00.004+05:30

Don't do this. Do that. That's not right. Do that. Are you sure you want that? Don't do that! Do this. This is odd. Stay away from that. Never do this. Ever. Don't do it. Is that the right thing to do? Do it. Don't do it. Do not do that, ever. If you do that, you'll make a mistake. Don't do it. You'll regret it. Don't do it. What is right, what is wrong? Don't do it. I don't think you should do that. You know, you'll wish you did this when you see other people have done it. Do it, then. But don't do that. I don't think it's the right thing to do. Don't do this. Do that. Doing that would result in something unfortunate. Why would you regret it? Because you live by standards that are beginning to collide with things that you want to do. They don't allow you to do them. So, I'm regretting it both ways. Doing it, and not. So, I'd advise that you don't do it. Do not, ever in your life, do that. Maybe in the future, you'll wish you didn't want that. Make the right desicion. Don't do this. Do this. Don't do this. Do this. Don't do this. Do not do this. And who are you to tell me what to do? You're a blind man in search of a path even though you don't know where to go. Any path will take you there. So take my advice, don't do this. Do this. Don't do this.

Hertz

2010-04-19T17:47:00.001+05:30

Man, that can't be good.

Time in a can of soda

2010-04-18T20:14:00.004+05:30

Demons. Of a lifetime. Concentrated into a bottle of concentrated juice.

Let me begin this the way I usually begin sentences these days. I wanted to put this somewhere else, but I am constantly at conflict with myself.

Ghosts from my past came to me, looked me in the eye, and they asked me "heads, or tails?".

Sure I'm absorbed with the events that have been circling me, but that's not too much of a problem. That's the trend these days. 327 million people have been declared poor, but front page speaks of a screwed up cricket franchise that's being taken away by a Mr. Modi, and a man who shuffles marriages like, well, whatever. I've lost interest in that sentence.

In a lot more interesting world, where the clock chimes at every hour, but the hours fly away every second, a lot has changed. An entire universe of beliefs has been turned upside down, and nothing makes sense anymore. Anarchy rules this world, and order lives out in space.

Frankly, though, if you look back, order is merely what you think it is. So that means order is perhaps, what I perceive of it. Then, perhaps, everything is wrong, because it's right, but not right like I see it. Then perhaps, I am wrong.

I don't want this to be a short post. But my environment changes rampantly while I'm writing. I don't want to write.

Are things like writing this even in my control anymore?

As a side note, I'd like to mention that this institution almost feels like one. Big learning on a class called life. Also, time is of the essence, as with all human endeavor .

Demons. Are you the demons that I think you are?

Today, 2010

2010-01-01T21:13:00.003+05:30

Every time before this, on occasion of New Year's, I wrote on the 31st of December, wishing you in advance.

I was going to do the same this time, too.

However, something came to me, and told me, "No. Think again.".

Those words were way too much to handle, profound and simple in their entirety. Uninvited, they changed my mentality to an extent that I had no other option but to write today -- the first day of the new year.

But you know what sudden change is like, don't you? It seems asinine, especially in the beginning. Like a minor viral infection that pierces through the immune system, you can only hear it like the snow that touches the ground. And if you pay close attention to that sound, it just seems crazy. But like sudden change, that sound starts blaring like songs at an Indian wedding. And that's when you realize you have no option but to listen to it.

Unless you have noise canceling headphones, that is.

Also, like that very snow, the voice that told me to "Think again" was not a voice, at all. In fact, it was an absence of it.

Okay, enough mumbo-jumbo. My internet connection died yesterday.

So, happy new year, today!

Late teen blues

2009-11-15T23:59:00.000+05:30

Man, do I know what cloudy vision is now.

Hey, wazzup. Liek omgz, I think I want to play that game on my Wii. Ooh, and I gotta watch that show. Yeah, I'll text you right after I'm done. No way! It's 3 AM? Aw man, I got class at nine tomorrow. Crap, there's a test. Oh boy, gotta finish those files in college.

Man, this hysteria is getting to me.

Woah, so u mean I gt clss till 6. I don't wanna stdy aftr tht. Psh no wonder my prnts keep tlling me I gotta study. I dnt want to!! WTF! I cn totlly hndl it. Im nt a nerd. Nerds r gay.

And then, I remember my dreams. And then, there's nothing left to say. And then, there's plans in my mind, that bounce around in my head. And when I blame something for putting my plan to waste, those plans dissolve.
And then, there's nothing left to say.

Irresponsibility, ill-management and teenage hysteria are becoming forces to reckon with. Wonder why they're showing up so late.

Btw, happy budday 2 Sania mirza.

Rain dance

2009-08-22T16:34:00.006+05:30

Last night, I think my efforts in rain dancing succeeded.
Looking at the way it was, I'm pretty sure it wasn't my effort to invoke the rain alone. It was like the answer to the prayers of 50 million worshipers of the Rain Gods. And if you were in Delhi last night, you have got to admit it was a brilliant answer at that.

Let me describe it at a clearer level -- if you were in mid-air, and it was raining like it was last night, you'd be screaming for help like you were thrown out of your raft in a class 4 whitewater rapid. But if you were standing on firm ground, you would have been lucky to be there.

Anyway, as the rain moved forth and converted rain-haters to rain-lovers, it blew a couple of trees here and there. All nature's way of recycling and stuff.
Unfortunately, a poor dude had his car parked on the very firm ground we talked about, and unfortunately a swishing tree landed on his car.

Now, normally, I'd express sympathy for a guy like that, even though there wasn't too much damage and his car was still in working condition. In fact, I did.

Until today, that is. Until I found out who the car's owner really was.
Dude had the gall to cut away all the trees in a mile's radius so that it doesn't happen again.

This was reminiscent of the villainous, multi-gazillion dollar industry owners you'd see in old Hindi movies; Laden in a red robe, smoking a pipe and ordering deforestation on a Veblen cellular device.
The only problem was that this wasn't a Hindi movie. The trees were going down for real, and the guy responsible for it wasn't a multi-gazillion dollar industry owner. As far as I know, he's not too keen on owning intelligence either, let alone concern for the environment. In fact, the guy's a a swab of a prick whose fat stomach blinds him from his feet. And now it seems like his feet aren't the only things he can't see.
Plus, I thought schools were making kids smarter these days and well aware that we need more trees right now. Seems like that's an epic fail, too, because the only thing the kid helped his dad do was take pictures of this precious time.

Frankly, I hope this treasured memory makes him scream in his dreams.

Right now, I could go on and argue that God probably gave humans too much power when He gave us room to kill. Instead, I'm going to describe what I saw when a tree came down.

Why was he doing this? He'd get a full insurance claim. Plus, there wasn't too much damage. The roof was a little bent, that's all. He'd probably stash more money from insurance than the car needed...

Trees take time to cut. This one I'm talking about took over 4 hours, I believe. They tied the ropes, and then they came in with the blades. They sawed and I saw from my window.

Is it illegal to cut trees? Should I call the police?

Eventually, they were done. They yelled and they ran away. Then, they pulled the ropes.

The tree fell with a hard thud. The ground shook like an Earthquake, quite too literally.

I don't think you need someone to tell you in school that you shouldn't take down trees just because you can. You don't have to be Einstein, either.

As for the tree, I can only hope they won't burn it down like the rest of the trash.

Stupidity will lead to the end of Earth. Hopefully, we'll be there to see it, and we'll know who to blame for our deaths. The only question I ponder upon now is that if I punch the guy in the face and take a tooth out, will he get all of them extracted?

Insence and peppermints

2009-08-03T18:37:00.002+05:30

Today was like oil in water.

Irresponsible fools who have no control over themselves or are restricted to a somewhat myopic vision of their actions rarely do things right. At least things people would appreciate.
But I assume, now, that this wasn't about gathering appreciation. This was merely a cold announcement, that not only came in pleasurably late, but at a time that would cause food poisoning upon ingestion.

Clearly, all men must pay for their sins within their time.
With no room for escape and someplace to run, thunder will strike appropriately, though sometimes delayed. And when it strikes, those who must pay, will pay in full.

With this, I cancel my plan to write a day for a week.

The barrel

2009-08-02T14:22:00.006+05:30

Purple haze is in the sky.

In the distance, fire rolls in a barrel. It's not really cold, so it is harshly unclear who lit it in the first place. However, it'll be cold soon. But somebody needs to take care of the monoxides they've been releasing because of this.

In other news, college is about to start again.

I don't know if I feel like smiling or sighing.
It's a complex mathematical equation in explanation, even though it's not really like that. It's like a complex love-hate relationship that never ceases to turn the tables around; like a coin that's in the air when you've chosen to toss it in favor of an odd - because when it's in the air, it's spinning.

Perennial confusion makes for a sweet dessert.

Anyway, while I'm stepping out of line, I gotta tell ya' -- this hiatus almost felt like one. But now that I look back at my blog, I have to say I did write. Sure, you couldn't see it, but that's only because silence was pretty much the best way to describe the time I had. It had a profound meaning, you'll notice. A meaning that revolved in troubled times. Times of void. Times of making music. Times of not reading the Times of India. Confused efforts. Mis-managed times.

So, next time you see the gap between December 31st and today, read it. After all, it was life in my 18th year.

However, I do deserve some punishment. So I'm going to hit out a post a day, every day, for a week. Turn up the volume on your RSS readers!

There goes another booger.

The last day of December

2008-12-31T20:10:00.002+05:30

When you sit down in the evening -- curtains closed, low natural light -- you realize how fast the year's gone past. At one point of your think-trip, it almost feels like a blaze and you remember January like it was yesterday.

I remember when the year began.

Actually, I don't.
But what I do remember is that, even though, right now it feels like the year went away in a flash, there were times that were sluggish beyond imagination. Those were the days that just wouldn't end, no matter how much you wanted them to.
And then, there were the days you wished would last longer.

For me, waiting for college was like pushing a building. Nothing seemed to happen at a stretch of 3 months. Nothing. I don't even know how those months got crossed off the calendar. Waking up at 12 and going to sleep twelve hours later never seemed to go so slow.

But one day, it was over. And then, it felt like coming out of an underground bomb shelter after a Nuclear attack.

That's precisely when college doors opened for me.
And after college began, there was no way of tracing the clock's footsteps. Days were passing by like the pages flip when you're reading the most interestingest novel.
It just happened a couple of months ago, and I can't even mathematically explain how it was only a couple of months.
For one thing, I got out of school this year, but it feels like it's been forty.

There's obviously some sort of problem in the space-time continuum when it comes to this day. Time dilates and contracts and inflates and shrinks and it all goes crazy.

Yeah, but that's pretty much what happens every year.

Another thing that happens every year, somewhere around this date, but preferably no later, is that I say:

Have a happy new year.

Candycanes

2008-12-25T23:41:00.000+05:30

Christmas day.

This day has something weird about it. I can't really put my finger on it, but I have to say it's not really positive. For starters, those Christmas songs are really depressing. I don't know what it is, but they have this melancholy inducing power or something.

Silent night, and a voice that dances around in misery telling you "Hey! Have a merry Christmas!". That's not what I want.

But like I said, I can't really tell if I want to hold those songs responsible for everything that goes on.

Actually, I have no idea. I don't know if it's the smell of the food, or the red hats everywhere. Maybe it's the fights I've been having or the fact that I haven't been on a shopping spree of late. It could even be my broken headphones. I don't even know why I'm taking it all out on this day.

One thing's for sure though -- those songs are no good. They've got something wrong in the melody or something. All those bells in the music and schoolboy choruses -- no good.
Punk rock is far more cheerful.

And to top off those bad songs playing at the malls, I had a Toasty Twister and it didn't quite taste up to my expectations. It was just another reminder that I never should've digressed from the Zinger burger.

Anyway, the trouble with being sad is that, you tend to spread it around you, whenever you talk to someone. That, and anger. They're pretty Newtonian.
And since that's something I absolutely do not want to do, I just hope you have a very Zingery Christmas.

Yeah, it's almost over, but what the hey.

I con fusion

2008-12-23T11:26:00.003+05:30

At one point of time, life was crystal clear.
You knew where the train headed, and why you were going there. Things made sense out of the sheer desire to make sense, and it was all like a movie on Blu-ray.
At one point of time, life was crystal clear.

But that was probably sometime in the '60s.

Just when I thought I was somehow exempt from teenage hysteria, it gripped me like a cold hands on a warm cup of coffee. Odiously, it hasn't loosened its grip since.

For example, my will to write about the Mumbai attack (11/26) was crushed when I was stuck choosing between:

"It's not raining." and
"It isn't raining."

Complexities have sprouted from nowhere, and I'm constantly standing at a fork in the road. This has led me to believe that I'm probably the only one who doesn't know what's going on.

The guys who missed their Metro Train home and stood, like a stone, at the station to watch the news about the situation in Mumbai when a couple of idiots hooked to GTA busted into the Taj -- they seemed to know what they were doing.
Why was I trying to get a seat in the Metro then?

The kids in college, who came in like me, at the same time as me, study day and night, and are on no sleep -- they seem to know what they're doing.
Why was I thinking of a new template for my blog then?

When I'm always heading in the opposi -- Wait a second!

No sleep? Are you kidding me? Those books don't deserve that! I don't care if you spent all night trying to memorise a useless fact about types of hammers! Plus, the results aren't even out yet. We'll see who thought about their blog, slept all night and comes out on top.

And those who cared about the Mumbai blast -- YOU don't know what you're doing. You're protesting against terrorism? Wow, smart move. It's not a freaking Government you're protesting against -- taking the nation to a halt for a day and marching out to the gate won't do anything. How does it even matter? Do you really think protesting against terrorism will make them stop? "Oh my God! Those guys are protesting against terrorists! We can't attack there!"

I don't mean to kid around when I say 'Rang De Basanti' has really gone to your head.

However, peace marches or lighting candles -- those are personal beliefs, and they do make sense. Protesting against someone who doesn't care, that is stupid.

Well, at least you made me feel smart.
I may have written only 118 posts, and this may be the millionth one about utter confusion, but you've done a good job at stopping me from writing my next post about confission. Fusion. Whatever.

Congratulations.

Little does he know

2008-11-12T20:50:00.004+05:30

You don't need a signal to know if I have a blog. Google it!

Party's over

2008-10-12T22:21:00.002+05:30

It's one thing to forget September 27 and write back 2 days later with an "Uh...I'm sorry" note, but to forget the 18th -- the very day this began -- and remember it at the beginning of the next month, and then write about it ten days later is way beyond absolution.

And since there's no point in asking for an apology, I'll just go forth and pile your desk up with ~~the ton of excuses I just came up with~~ a classy, chronological and intermediately descriptive account of events that kept me from getting my blog a 'Happy Birthday!' card.

College
School's been over for a long, long time now. College hasn't been on for that long, but it sure feels longer. Intriguingly enough, college, or at least my college, is closer to 5th grade school than anything else. The backpacks are heavy again. The homework's being submitted again. The homework's being submitted on time again. The files are being overworked at again.
With that as only a minute percentage of my periodic workload, I found it hard to scribble with my keyboard.

Home
Ever since college began, home became the holy abode of homework. Files were (and still are) due every mañana, so there was absolutely no way for me to come back home at 7:30, sit down for half an hour, copy from a freaking, highly erroneous and stupidity-laden (so-called) lab manual, and draw meaningless diagrams of the null, and then go out on the hunt for a wild birthday card.
Mission unaccomplished, baby!

The power button
Well, the power button's all the way below my knee (at chair level) and damn. I was so freaking lazy that I...just...*yawn*..cou..

College
College, or at least, my college is nothing like the one they show in 'Jaane Tu...ya jaane na' (or other movies of such nature). But the worst part is that it isn't anything like 'Jaane Tu...ya jaane na'. At least not yet.
The sorrow bogged me down. I couldn't write.

Sorrow.

College
Chemistry is an evil subject and it's hard to believe the government hasn't banned it yet. What's harder to believe is that it doesn't matter what you're studying, you just have to "study" chemistry. Now, some of you might argue otherwise and tell me that the debate is pointless, but the truth is that chemistry is pointless -- to me and to millions of teenagers like me.
Stop tethering chemistry with B.Tech, let abhas1 wish a little birthday!

Excuses
I thought of one/elaborated an older one everyday.
"Write today? Nah! I'll tell them ~~the planet exploded~~ my dog ate the draft!"

College
I had to slice bars of iron. Really! And my arms were wrapped in crepe bandage to fight the overlord of Pain.

.....

Now don't ask me how I sat down to write this. All I know is that this belated thing is getting to me. And that I forgot the 27th this year, too.

Damnation.

?Yhw

2008-09-16T19:25:00.003+05:30

Where do you go

to be safe?

Where can you tell yourself

NOTHING will go wrong?

Are you too sure?

I saw the blast.

A bomb explode

with my own freakin' eyes

right in front of me.

If was any closer, I would

have been

in the smoke.

Where do you go?

Where do you know?

They know no shame.

They play religion.

Why mustn't you?

And kill that of the trash.

All hope is lost

2008-09-04T22:11:00.001+05:30

Or is it really?