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Sky

2013-04-25T05:18:00.000-07:00

walking down the trellised stones archway
Crooning the joyous song
bloomed and wreathed bougainvillea flowers caressing the nature
flights of thousand doves down the river`s edge
Cajoling the shinny smithereens stone particles
Underneath the hooked up sun
Slowly the light drifts
Enshroud the velvet akin astral wallpaper
blackening the canvas,slaking the breeze
A waiting for hours
Sky painted magically
Ringed strokes of brush with all grey shades
Swooping high and low
Natures bromide way to a threadbare sky

2013-04-25T02:47:00.000-07:00

The things which flabbergasted me,so sometime that irked me.The joy of founding someone without thriving on to them.Blithe which imbues like the dripping sweet honey.Discombobulated and disoriented .Pensiveness drifts like a macabre in to the body.

2013-04-11T22:46:00.001-07:00

synthetic lorn fusing the corrupt mind.
Harbinger of the ghoulish things
On what to thrive? and on what to leer on?
the glisten up fury and the stable fear
the secret society lurking the underworld
darkened mystic crafts to be played

hours

2013-04-11T05:46:00.001-07:00

Some things are meant to be broken. The hourglass and the stained memories. Years of thoughts and whispers are now daubed with fresh embitterment. Calloused sand castles, nightmares reigns .When all the desires seems despaired and gone. The waves of inhumanity bleaks. I oblige for no more favor. The razor forged tongue slits my heart open out.I tried, I failed. The voices still carries the dark phases. I am not asking for answers, nor I am thinking about the question. The ripped soul of mine doesn’t bother much to care. The excruciating pain is not because of love. I only know that I need to smile when I think of you. The sporadic dribbling in the puddle of flailing love. I am going far way. I don`t want to plead or want to lick by falling at your feet. The darkened sky above me is painted with velvet caresses. The air carries reek of you. The domain runs skewed where my head whizzes. I am sure there won’t be any heaven for me. My heart is obsessed with crippled agony.

I made it

2013-03-31T20:23:00.000-07:00

"My insides are happening too!"
"I think your camera has better vision than my own eyes."
"Wow! My knees are getting older than me."
"Don't try to act like you don't owe the government anything when you're still wiping your ass with Charmin toilet paper."
"NAPALM CARPET!"
"Cheese is good and all but drugs are much better."
"I knew you were saying ten monsters but I thought you meant minutes."
"You son of a fuck nut, I'll chop your dick head off. Go ahead and hit me with a ball."
"Look, he's holding his face and it's not really his face."
"I don't feel like cleaning up God's mess every time something goes bad."
"We are pocketopposites. Are you from Pocketopia?"
"I'm not drunk nut."
"I crate Jesus Heist!"
"They came to expect my inpartment."
"It's too big to go in the hole and when I get it in the hole it's not long enough. Then the ball sinks into my face."
"Do I ever take long to count the money!?"
"I do be good to him the much that I can."
"It's very nice to have your body on my body."
"Somewhere else, someBODY else just thought of us. And we thought of them too.And we don't even know each other."
"Did that look like people crawling up poles to you? Oozing up poles..."
"This is how you have to analyze life---- I saw the future."
"Oh, John! It's one of those things!"
"We see things differently than you do."
"I feel like I've been here before.
-You haven't. I know what you mean though.We've taken similar paths but we've never
been right here before."
"You're like splitter splatter every time."
"I burn for Sarah.-I'd burn you for Amy."
"You don't know what I'm seeing right now.No wonder my eyes are so big."
"Brains fall from my regions."
"I think we may be killing our divinity with alcohol."
"I can't squeeze a human out of me and teach it to be a human."

"The problem with most people when they're not drunk is that they're sober."
"I feel like bubbling, boiling hell."
"I don't think Jesus has a myspace. Like, the real Jesus."
"Ignore these four words."
"I've never met Jesus but I bet he smells like shit."
"Fuck Elton John.-I could because I'm a guy but you couldn't because he's gay."
"I'm waiting for your computer to explode and for a piece of shrapnel to hit me in the face."
"Don't poop in your mouth. It's rude."
"It's got a sheen of innocence, with an undercurrent of drugs, just like you."
"The only reason bitches have belly buttons is to have somewhere to stick your fuckin' gum
on the way down!"
"It's my ass on my ass so it IS my ass and it was free."
"Don't hit me with a metal hat!HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!ROFLMMFAOS!!!!!!!!!!!!
"She's conforming to our thing. I don't know what to call it yet.-Body writing."
"OH MY BILL HICKS!"
"His ceiling went through the head. -That's a hell of a piercing."
"That was far from the lift and swoop technique. That was more along the lines of wallow and wake people up."
"You're this crazy little mammal that I like to touch."
"Throw it up toward my hole."
"I didn't do it. I just opened my legs a little bit."
"Your cherry survived! -I doubt it!"
"I'm glad we did this!"
"They are all drugs. I am a druggie."
"what the fuck happened with that last election? sorry." -MJK
"pay attention, stoners."-MJK
"if i'm not fired by monday i'm burning that place to the ground." (i just want to clarify
that i did not say this.)
"huffing air duster can cause permanent damage... ... ...to the brain."-"case in point."
"i'm gonna take all the meat and cheese out of that sub and poop in it. then later i'm
gonna say, "hey, gabi! come eat this sub!"
"you're the kinda guy that would get steve irwin punched by a stingray."
"you need to keep your moped at idle."
"it's more of an enthusiastic chant." (on how rob zombie doesn't sound like a dumbass
when he says "yeaaah", unlike that stupid rapper.)
"i've never been this happy in my life."
"i think this occurrence has changed my future."
"tony's gone to get fidgewidgets."
"john wants to rob some sleezy hookers of their crack tonight."
"hotels are sleezy."
"if anyone has to fight a crackwhore, it's john."
"we should all throw up in this cup a litle bit and each take a shot of it."
"i say we waltz around and take our enthusiasm out on the city."
"i'm about to slap tony, fred flinstone style."
"i think that's when the small turd slithered out of my bumhole."
"it's cold in the room. tap on a can."
"you look like you've been flying a glider with no goggles."
"you're a white boy. you can't handle stuff like that."
"this is definitely the best year. and probably other years previous to that."
"i'm probably fired so every day will be friday."
"hey, thomas... i mean, marc. reach in that cooler and get me a dr. pepper."
-"no."
-"hey, thomas."
"fresh breath gum makes the smell

2013-03-31T20:16:00.002-07:00

Shakespeare often talks about triumph in death. A great man lives a great life,
and dies a great death. His end - is the rest of his life. I know psychology says that suicide
is downright cowardly, but why do life takers become heroic leaving us not only with our own anguish, but forcing to reflect on theirs. It is not death, but the manner of death that makes a point, creates an impact.Suicide is painless.It brings on many changes .

bathed in mouthfull of moonlight

2013-03-31T20:11:00.002-07:00

The vision that is bathed through the oceans and the dopey eyelids that orbs to the end .The fins that she flutters and expands as she ran down through sight.The last moment contracting and slashing the waters.The fingers that ravenously drifts to the violent flurry as she glanced to me with an unnoticed way.Pretty sure as she plays with the tresses,circling and circling.The twists tht resembles of a coral geometry.From the chaos of dwellers she cant forget the voices deep within.The trembling snared by call for him.The slice of her paper body that is all ready to exfoliate by a mere sight of him. Amidst through the glass

2013-03-31T20:10:00.000-07:00

So the days are becoming irascibly annoying and nights are becoming calculative. I got iota of clue when I am awake ,when I am sleeping. These holidays had curved out a lazy sloth out of me. Being reading, learning and listening to a lot of blues and metal music lately. I droop when I am bored of these ,I sleep. Also watched few movies and two and a half men.

If I have to write all what I did,it will eat up of kbs.But here I am with an abridge version.The main is that I don’t have an internet connection as of now .Plus I am damn tardy to keep blog updated ,not too imperative to capsize anything.Its just me slugging and watching my dreams seamlessly fading .The burden of life is piling up.I cant muster up the courage to bridle what I planned.So many things are lined up in pipe-line.Anyway I am rentless. My hearts beats, So many things are inside it, hopes you never find it out.

finished reading Casual Vacancy

2013-03-21T09:11:00.004-07:00

courtesy to bhakti mehta for lending me this book

JK Rowling first book I read.DOnt frown or look at me in that fashion.Yeah I don`t like Harry Potter or ever had any desire to read those fantasy books.But Casual Vacancy is kinda aphasia ,still scintillating .Good book.

Current Read is _ ULYSSES by JAMER JOYCE butdontknowwhenamIgonnafinishit

will order this book soon- reviews have been good
chronicles of a corpse bearer by cyrus mistry

FINISHED READING myth=mithya by devdutt pattanaik..I also met the writer at Literary Carnival 2012 Mehboob studio,Bandra. I wont say its a nice book who likes mythology.But for a noobie it more a precise handbook or dictionary to understand about gods and demi-gods.

Such a hard-ass shit..threw it after reading few pages.not my cup of chai..for anyone who reads economic times as a muse for him its a goldmine .I attended for his lecture too at Literary Carnival 2012

Ruchir Sharma – Author of Breakout Nations

cel·lu·loid

2013-03-21T08:45:00.000-07:00

that`s what they had to say about my eye-sight

tribute to metal gods

insane prophecy

GUTSLIT

happy feet Amey ka ek leg par and mera do leaabank dadar 19/3/2013

cameraman mugged me 18/3/2013 ICT,Mumbai


will quaff the ale soon

I am not a band member,but those are my buddies

Roop and his mood @2.19 pm

2013-03-15T02:02:00.000-07:00

The idiosyncratic beguile of mine seems to pinch like a spur.The oblique way of designed thought.The ledge where no one likes to walk. Among the concourse I sniff the pain.I trudge and assimilate what is been thrown by you.I abhorred, but the laid fixtures hurts me only.The torrent of gooey gel drench me.The envelope of my thoughts seems to sublimate me.
the apogee of my sins embitters.The wrecked up pabulum sans with morality// frigggingggggggggggggggggg

2013-03-15T01:31:00.003-07:00

Seaming the hemispherical aloofness inside
illicitness of the revamping enamored sheen
Visionary cult glitz with stupor desires
so dealt with blooming prosaic jargon
brindled subdued ,stories untold
letters of lerve flutters as she trudge on
demystifying the code,fathoming human feels
the amalgamation of the astral eyes..crooning and strumming coherency
amok heart beats which fumbles..
creepy mushiness imbues

2013-03-01T05:21:00.001-08:00

A coffee Date ...
What does he want to know ...
That Six foot ...
Hunk ...
Dark ...
with the Eyes of a never resting Jaguar ...
Well ... He thinks he's a Off the Screen Al Paccino ...
I am No less Audrey Hepburn !!

Well .. lets meet up Guy
Its Coffee any day !!

As I walk in to the welcoming smells of Cappuccino ...
Draping my Honey tinted skin so Treasured by the southerners ..
Shielded by a shawl and Lacy Parasol ..
Walking ..when I wanted to run away ..
Saying I felt faint after a waltz last evening ..
when I could dance for two days and never get tired !!

He Pulls the chair out for me ..
A act so clumsy .. he bumps into a Chair himself !!
Even Then
Saying "How wonderful you are!"
To fool His arrogance !!

Pretending I didn't know anything
so that he could could tell me things and feel important !!
Pretending to faint.. acting empty-headed.. and coquetish !!
Silly me I should have just laughed at him

A peek of my Eye and he Giggles like a school boy !!
Says if it ever was to capture his wild heart
It was only me !!
A glitter catches my eye ..
Is it the Diamond or the Heart ??

To chase me for 90 days for a single cup of Coffee ..!!
Now acting like he got something so yearning sitting right across him !!
Now I really See him !!
Holding my heart in a catch ..
To drop my eyes downward and nibble daintily at the cookie !!
What's Happening to me ?!?!?!
Am I falling for this Guy Here ?!?!?

I laugh to make my earings dance !!
I knew how to smile so that My dimples leaped!
I tossed my head to his compliments
and swore I didn't believe anything he said!

Oh Dont let Go !!
I did manage to turn the conversation to Myself,
without Him ever realizing it !!

I Start smoothing his vanities while keeping them on a string !!

Now .. he speaks ...
I try to conceal my Knowledge
beneath a face as sweet and bland as a baby's !!
I never interupted him when he was speaking..
even when I knew more about matters than he did !!

I curbed My Temper and appeared sweet-natured!
I made Him feel like the smartest
and most special person in the whole world !!!

I did Get my Coffee
My Man
and
The Promise !!!!

Unputdownable Love of my life
Dreaded monster of my own creation
Dwelling in a warped multidimensionality
I think the hideous devil’s wife
... Penned a morbid lover’s definition

Love is happiness; Lofty school of thought
World’s most prevalent illusion
Yet pleasantly never being one excess baggage to carry
Sizzling energies inherent smelling of:
Sheer frustration and helplessness
Fruits of beautiful self - righteous delusion

Broken hearts occur in pairs and twosome
And stylised self-abomination
Darkness juxtaposed in nebulous and murky layers
plush addresses of cosmopolised Big Apple and Upscale Paris
.... which uncannily smells of of pretty pink and bloody red infatuation

Resonating supposedly, if you and I met on a bus
And struck up a Coffe table conversation
our souls qualifying for one such word picture
The rhetoric being impeccably affirmative:
I would have liked your entity and you dramatically mine, thus
Free from the poisonous bane of adulation

But I improvisedly weighed you against
A free woman’s comprehension
And you relatively failed to paint
On me a picture of diseased perfection which ensued

Pleasantries, warm gestures, subtle expressions exchanged...
Relevantly quering :
Is there anything left?
the subjective reply being :
Not even civil words of salutation
‘Cause we with mixed minds cannot leave and yet cannot stay
akin to a graphic passage one comes across a Pulp fiction etched in brilliant artistry :
Opposite trains at the same station !

2013-02-28T05:59:00.000-08:00

the rumbling desire to expresses
the bated breath I hold each time I see you
the mounting esplanade where I find myself running
the infinite shared sky which I want to touch
the emergence of a pure desire
oh escalating restlessness why don't you settle

bare knuckles

2013-02-24T03:50:00.001-08:00

I solemnly swear I was kinda irked last night.The oust up anger did stir up no equity.My roomie vitae do demands some accolades for the acts he executes.My indulgent at that time was so kinda of a bizarre. Scratching all over body as I laid supine.what to do ? even the mosquitoes were striking its darn instant chords with its hosts.My roomie ,bloody son of a sasquatch left the window opened last evening.I am pretty sure those blood borne dancers were be every much thankful to him for his kind act.On the contrary I am not. Lights were dim and its of no leeway.So I am ranting now.The more I tried to wallow myself with duvet,the more hot it became inside.I had to switch on the fan.Kinda relief .Tell why some mosquitoes buzz around the ears.Is it some joke or what???.Shitsnaks maybe they wanna convey the message~Teri kahke lunga~ type dialogue.I thought I was the only entity inside to suffer the joy .roomie too woke up. We both started shooting it away those blood scukers .we wont give up.my attempts should be heard untill eternity. I became so irked and frustrated that I ended up slapping myself instead of mosquitoes. Seriously we should buy a new refill bottle of mosquito repellent before these blood sucker disconcert us more.

Hell shalt soar!!

2013-02-22T19:45:00.002-08:00

The comment seemed quite deluding and the days seemed so static.My box got deluged with gibberish. My reading seems to remain unaffected. The nonchalant hostel room biosphere invited me to do something for the time being. ~The Valetudinarian~.Yeah that what I am been reading as of now. The elated and the kudos it had bagged seems to do all justice. The first/last published was 2007, didn’t have an iota at that time. But some acquaintance has introduced me. And I really had to give it a shot. Ferris Bass 2010 Story was awesome as fuck I must say. I loved it despite all the things. Bleaghh the story was losing its grip,70 page I reached somehow. I gave up as I cross 150 page I guess. I dunno how this story was written actually. But somehow within these 4 days I read all. Finished like 380 pages without understanding much.

The story amalgamate dom.com sickness. How the tech was going bust and here we`re are taking terrorism feel so real and try to connect to our lives. The writer seemed a bit broke or maybe enjoyed a desolate existence. Or a hiatus, to complete within 5 years. I think

Painstaking and weirdly engulfs as the story invigorate. Structure and framed in such an abstract way. Plural in sometime do succeeded to keep it off the fulcrum. I had to jot down each thing and navigated my way through the pages.

As I skirt off the pages, the labyrinth curled up more. Like the whorl razor silting top of the fences. It goes and comes back. I was so aphasic to fathom. Another segments loomed and again curled up. The storylines could had been adorned in a more impressive way.

I felt in so much area, I connected. The pianist in the Unconsoled.I popped up and bugbear-ed.I couldnot seem to name either the protagonist or any of the other characters.

I got all the names after I took the book which was jacketed ,and then my memory served me with the names. Going with the earlier book, I need to confess that how much I loathed all corporate and the adversiting people.I had no idea why I never found them amusing.I did spend some area where I had to deal with such eco-system. But its so funny looking at those corporate slaves clad in pathetic suits.bloody cookie cut biscuits of human society.I do realize how hilarious that shit is. I would be going with the Computer job which later became MIS, and now IT.The way Scott Adams writes. The bloody ratbert and dilbert.I still remember how I enjoyed his book.Whole comically sans and the jokes which are so apt with every office, but technical nincompoop will love it more.The jokes is on Us.Ah everyone knows him.yeah the story..The lined by chairs and about cancer and a crush. Affairs which resulted to pregency.confusion and beliefs ,people are laid off or laid up and keeping a check who got laid.

They are so many infections I liked to mark and decorate. But this was an ebook ,neither can I can flag or fold up the pages.Benny was smitten by Marcia.He was not kinda that type who will tip-toe with feelings. He praised Marcia haircut, but she got offended and he was completed hurt.He didn’t use much sugar coated words before he driveled. I liked it when He wrote this line where he says he should have been a copywriter. Overall this book sucked me dry, as I couldnt get what sort of jerk would write such meaningless shit.I am sure narrator got issues.I found the last para to be quite deft. Maybe I am too foolish to absorb the inner meaning what writer had to say.

I am happy I spend my days with utter nonsense things.The book didn’t work for me .

Next book which I got in my satchel is The Casual Vacancy.Bhakti gave it to me with a note that the pages shouldn’t get crumbled. Seriously??

Socially Deviant

2013-02-19T03:30:00.000-08:00

Hostel/3A.M/Vigil
I am trying so hard to sleep,but I can`t.I have been awake for like 16 hours now.Punching keyboard at this ungodly hour and watching stupid things.Sloshed like fuck at last night`s Party.Had a worst night ever.I must confess my eardrums ain`t much of a fan for techno-beats.The wary and distorted sound (squeals/groan) always lines up concord with me.So many things I want to say,the yuppifying heart cliche to my ego tussle.The germs inside my mouth to the ill will inside my mental chrome.I am having so much sleepless night from last few days.I dunno why.The format are blanks inside my head and visage are upside down.Albeit of all I am losing the elements in me.Intel descriptions are unearthed and the appendix I want to write,but I dun know what to.Maybe I can`t muster the valor to say what I feel as of now.The bevy and the schmoozing hours seems so great.I seem to have reawaken by her vocal ineptitude lately.
Bumming sharply would be the worst phase I have suffered.The more I try I confabulate the more I seem to get entwined in me.What goodness it could bring?Should I be enthralled or I should I kill the intrinsic feeling.I feel so damn smitten orchestrated with a great acuity of you. Fuck riddance..what I should do to get some sleep now.
maybe I should slumped into my bed and watch the ceiling fan go round and round.This weird feeling should fizzle out asap.I cant seem to handle this bloody thing.
3.15A.M *runs to bed* god grant me some sleep now please

Shells

2013-02-18T23:09:00.001-08:00

The vision that is bathed through the oceans and the dopey eyelids that orbs to the end .The fins that she flutters and expands as she ran down through sight.The last moment contracting and slashing the waters.The fingers that ravenously drifts to the violent flurry as she glanced towards him with an unnoticed way.Pretty vigilant as she plays with the tresses,circling and circling..entwined the mesh and singing the serenade to herself.The twists that resembles of a coral geometry.From the chaos of dwellers she cant forget the voices deep within.The trembling snared by call for him.The slice of her porcelain body that is all ready to exfoliate by a mere sight of him. Amidst through the glass of seascape ...she is losing ,losing to.....

no love lost

2013-02-18T08:11:00.001-08:00

Femme

2013-02-16T19:40:00.000-08:00

Specks of pensive and the parlance of an obscure wallpaper that enshroud the hemisphere of my own ricochet. The darkness of Society ..the darkness in me. I am basking and trudging on the allay of mosaic dreams. I am here with a façade daubed with people`s slanged up vulnerability. The aggrandizing estrogen personae. My visions are delirious and the rut is dilapidated .Foolish and feeble mind cremates the life. For them and for the stereotypes cult, I part by venom away.Spit and multistate me..Supremacy of bearing a calm deity is ill-assorted .The divine virginity in me, which is impious now. I am sinned. Veiled in my own blasphemous deeds and sins. Personified and diabolical.

Swifter eulogized utter for the charm carries a staunch fetid.But who got the parallax vision to see the shortcomings and scrutinized .The unflinching courage to refute. The beauty that prevailed and dwelled in the heinous pseudonym society. The tempted vibes seethes in the young heart, laden with lasciviousness .I am here and will be here. The beauty. I am transient and you folks will pleasantly decipher the exfoliated meaning. The visage of my transformation is slowly washed with ages. The mantle glows and the energy grafted is been transformed from embryo to a damsel. Symbolizing and churning out the tenderness. I am the spectral princess. I smell of the celestial mercurial chronicles.

I am the infinity.I am the femme

DEVOID EP LAUNCH- the invasion @blue frog 3 feb 2013

2013-02-04T20:02:00.001-08:00

Endless layers

2013-02-01T20:43:00.000-08:00

The oodles of a mystic river dale.A birefringent knowing of tale, of a soulful true lover.The intimacy basked like a weeping wallowing serpent in the woods.The drooling love, drop by drop. A believer with a momentary calcification of all these surreal pleasure. Hedonism forsaken to delve and riven with the intimacy of unspoken words of the damsel.The fear of blinding life or maybe the understandable temperamental rejoice.Like a wet grassland,how she laid her heart.Unpleasing with the thousand unorthodox average slurs.The ratio which are meant to be taken sincerely.Openness that she cant handle.Does it even matter what she thinks?.How her heart is sublimating with that tinge of her desolation and heartache. Sincerely she writes to conduit her writhe,twisted sly to prong next young men lined up.Withstanding and wielding a pen to unfurl her story,self narrating behind that pretty face.Horny, she would clad up to pash up hearts.ornate and dapper.The counter cultured description fucked up and the crave that would tempt young men to touch her lithe svelte.
As she keep up to pause the awkward conversations and the thoughts that sweep inside her own mind..She confess I am just another lady............

I am digging this album as of now

2013-01-30T08:50:00.000-08:00

Rectified Spirit from Guwahati, India have announced the release of their self titled debut album..I am listening to them as of now..They are feral with bravura of a bit complexity..yet great

Straps

2013-01-29T00:17:00.002-08:00

They all say, touch is a big deal. Must be, and why wouldn't it be. The flash of a cerebral lift with a faintly fineness.The inception scooted with utter most disgust..There aint good..when the fist moves up to pull down the diplomat. The straps to glittering ear rings.Tricky ornaments to deceive. she wasnt unaware of the straps that were used..She was a nubile when she learned to wear those.The heels which are holded to the ground.The gripped up and the lined up eye above.She picked up all that which would make her beautiful..The lame minutes she wasted everyday in tying those straps..she would recline around pillar to fix them up..She would go out..she would be caught somewhere when her sleeves and straps would pinch her thumb and index finger..Yet she would wear those nasty things with a pride.The tress of her hair fixed in a retro way..The waves of her hair would sank any mans heart..the distored eyes would execute the whole race..the flex which gush down every one who tries to swim to her..The touch of her creates a beguiling sensation that would cripple you down..the crumpled bra and the wafting perfume would stupor the senses..she never understoood the aura she parted away..the whiff that anyone would die for to sank into her bed...the tortuously passion which beveled fashion

had to be there

2013-01-28T20:26:00.002-08:00

afternoon becomes more of a thespian delight when we share some thing good with candid humans.but the fun comes to a waste when we need to sit inside a seminar hall and gurgled by some talks when sound so aphasia..The complexity is not an ease to comprehend. learning new things have always been a matter of pain to my ass..If its towards a technical dimension my brains shows a display ~PLEASE DON'T DISTURB~..Far away I become a escapist..The process to lay down the words with seems like a fashion for the teachers..i still dont understand how these insignificant notes have changed me as a person..what makes me a distinct individual.Maybe I pash for a good-life..Grr fuck it..right at the moment the words and technical jargon seems to trickle my mind..the order of life seems so diff for everyone..I do things which i hate and still long to do things which I like..maybe I should change myself for a better cause..and why still my mind goes with an answer NO all the time..Am i so lethargic to admit or to walk upon the lane my mind forge..its a deep twitch of confusion that will eat me one day