What is said:: You are looking so young and fresh.
What it means:: Earlier you used to look like a haggard, nowadays you are barely tolerable.
What is said:: You are very good guy.
What it means:: You are a complete moron. And that is why you are lagging behind and you will continue to do so for times to come.
What is said:: YOU don't have a girlfriend?
What it means:: Thanks for reinforcing my faith in God.
What is said:: You deserve the best. Just wait for the right girl.
What it means:: Can't you even see that you getting a girl is more than what you can ask for? The fact that there is someone out there for you is enough of a gratification for you. Be happy knowing that.
What is said:: You are such a charming fellow.
What it means:: You ham people to death. Sometimes we feel like paying you to stop your blabber.
What is said:: You write so well!
What it means:: Please do not waste paper and please refrain from cluttering up the net with your useless rants. There is enough shit out there already.
Righto !
Monday, December 10, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
YOU
I do not know why I suddenly break into a smile out of nowhere in a clear electric blue sky. I guess the electrical impulses in my brain have started its tricks. Or is it the heart?
I have not an iota of an idea in this goddamn world why I feel exhilarated without any substantial achievement both professionally or personally. Is it you?
Why do I want to play, play music, create symphony out of cacophony, feel a pulse which makes me lose control of my feet in the surreal illusionary world of Bach and Mozart?
What have you done to me that I feel that THIS is life. That it can actually last more than a lifetime. That in its sheer, utter uselessness it is unbearably useful?
I am lost, and I want to be found, not by you, but by myself for only through myself can I be you, with you, for you. Is THAT called hide and seek?
Why is everyone talking to me, even those who would maintain a harsh stony silence when I used to ask them the 'why' and the 'how' or more importantly the 'when'? Why are they looking at me in all their glory gleefully mocking me in jest and with that "I-told-you-so" attitude? And why am I not feeling irritated or skeptical about it?
Where has my pragmatism vanished, who has called my senses, in which street of paradise can it be found, if at all?
Why have you taken me from myself when you know I cannot afford it, not again, or did you do this only to prove that I can? That actually I - can.
How the hell am I supposed to explain to my ever-critical mind that my heart says that there is no tomorrow, that what lasts is today.
And today, you are all that matters.
I have not an iota of an idea in this goddamn world why I feel exhilarated without any substantial achievement both professionally or personally. Is it you?
Why do I want to play, play music, create symphony out of cacophony, feel a pulse which makes me lose control of my feet in the surreal illusionary world of Bach and Mozart?
What have you done to me that I feel that THIS is life. That it can actually last more than a lifetime. That in its sheer, utter uselessness it is unbearably useful?
I am lost, and I want to be found, not by you, but by myself for only through myself can I be you, with you, for you. Is THAT called hide and seek?
Why is everyone talking to me, even those who would maintain a harsh stony silence when I used to ask them the 'why' and the 'how' or more importantly the 'when'? Why are they looking at me in all their glory gleefully mocking me in jest and with that "I-told-you-so" attitude? And why am I not feeling irritated or skeptical about it?
Where has my pragmatism vanished, who has called my senses, in which street of paradise can it be found, if at all?
Why have you taken me from myself when you know I cannot afford it, not again, or did you do this only to prove that I can? That actually I - can.
How the hell am I supposed to explain to my ever-critical mind that my heart says that there is no tomorrow, that what lasts is today.
And today, you are all that matters.
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