Gonecase

Stigmata

2009-02-19T21:48:00.004+05:30

It is a cold, silent night of December and nature has painted the whole town white in its preparation for the festival season ahead. But in contrast to the outside, the atmosphere inside the town hall is buzzing with activity. Clinking champagne glasses, snapping flashlights and warm yellow glow from stand lights melting over curvaceous white figures, his exhibition has been a success.

Notwithstanding the astounding amount of money his father had left him, he had made himself a name in the society, as a man who puts clay and Plaster of Paris to life. The critics were in awe of him for his sheer talents and the press loved him for his whims. He had made it a habit of disappearing for a few months before returning to the social scene with his new creations. His early success had made him one of the most sought-after bachelors in the upper circles. And this made sure that he always had enough material to study his favorite subject, woman.

Flashy neons had given way to mellow night lamps and the bustling skyline had fallen into a slumber, covered under the blanket of fog. Walking has always been his favorite activity to rejuvenate after a hectic day. He decided to enjoy the misty night on his own and ordered his chauffer to take his car back to his place “I’ll walk and stay at my studio tonight”

The flickering lamp on the corner of the street was dissolving orange colour in the grayish-white hue of the night. He moved from upmarket areas towards downtown alleys, absorbing everything in sight. His keen eyes were checking every lost soul wandering in those streets where people with respectable family background feared to tread.

She was a girl of thin built and towering height. She had big hazel eyes and an exceptionally smooth skin. A half-burnt cigarette was hanging lazily from her lips and the smoke was adding mystery to her aura. Half of her face was covered by her long brunette hair and rest was eaten up by shadows of the alley.

“I’ll pay 150 dollars for a night”, he asked, in his usual baritone, “You’ll have to pose for me, naked!” “But there are rules. You won’t ask who I am”. And then, nobody gets to pose for me second time. His curved lips marked the ending of his sentence. Yeah, whatever! Let’s go, where’s the car, she enquired. No words were exchanged as they walked to his studio.

The place looked like a dungeon with plastic drapes hanging all around. Patches of clay and Plaster-of-Paris were splattered everywhere but in contrast to all, one corner contained a rack with shining instruments arranged in an orderly fashion. “You stay here, I’ll fix you a drink”, he uttered and got lost behind those plastic sheets.

When he returned after a few minutes, she was ready in her birth suit. Here you go, finish it and let’s get to work, he said as he handed over the glass to her. “Where’s your glass”, she questioned. I don’t drink before work, I drink to my work. Let me know if you want some more. She was amazed by the dedication and the charm of this man. Don’t you wanna touch me, she offered as she moved her body closer to his.

“I have to check the mixture; it should be ready by now. I don’t want it to get lumpy, gets difficult to pour-in”, as he moved out of the room, she gulped on her drink. The next morning, when he left the studio, he was a satisfied soul. And there she stood in his exhibition window, with her body as a skeleton to his proud creation.

I told her, nobody gets to pose for me twice….

What are YOU going to do ?

2008-10-25T23:48:00.000+05:30

One drowns his life in whiskey
One burns his life up in smoke
One skips the meal for hobby
One takes the sleep for a joke

And if one happens to be your known one

You watch as this don't matter
No day beyond this night

or

You shout
You taunt
You fight

But what if one is not listening ???

Feed the rain

2008-07-20T22:17:00.002+05:30

Tear drops on window pane

in a room of a gloomy house

Where the shadows are blind

lies a mortal, eyes wide open

Two pillows and a sheet

and the melancholy of water

tearing the heart of sky

what music to a shattered soul

8 ka Dum

2008-06-12T13:33:00.006+05:30

It’s been long since I took up a tag. It will serve two benefits here; one, the person tagging you won't feel bad about not taking up the tag, hehehe and the second, as I am not finding ample time to indulge into fulltime blogging, thanks to my work antics and my hardworking spirit ;-) this will act as some activity logged on the blog. So thank you for the honour Gunj Ji, here it is, The Eight Things tag:

8 THINGS I AM PASSIONATE ABOUT

Sex, Drugs, Rock'n Roll....kidding !
Computers
Cars
Bikes
Gizmos
Money
More money

Okkk six! Now add first and last from the above three and voila !

8 THINGS I WANNA DO BEFORE I DIE!

I wanna be your t-shirt when it's wet
I wanna be the shower when you sweat
I gotta be the tattoo on your skin
Yeah lemme be your bed baby - when you climb in
I wanna be the sheets when you sleep
Let me be the secrets that you keep
I gotta be the spoon - ta stir your cream
I wanna be the one that really makes you scream

Ahem! Guys please excuse !

8 THINGS I SAY OFTEN...

Nahi nahi, this is not possible. The blog is an entity from public domain and even underage humans (read human cubs) have the access to it. So please excuse me, whatever I am going to write is fictional and has no resemblance to anyone or anything living or dead

Hello
Oye
Jhalle
Pagal hai kya
Lassi kar di
Kya bakwas hai
Bus baaki saare censored hain !! (If you are below 18, please close your eyes)
Chu***p
Ga**du

8 BOOKS I HAVE READ RECENTLY…

Should be some engineering syllabus books, that was the last time I read something but God damn it, I can't even recall the names. Apart from that, I can add
The Fountainhead
The Fountainhead--read it twice, I love this book
Da Vinci Code--if it is fiction, what a great piece of fiction it is.

I have Google story and want to read it but I havn't even started so this should be it.

8 SONGS I COULD LISTEN TO OVER N OVER AGAIN

Though I keep adding up new songs to this list, a few of them are:

Carnival of Rust-Poets of the fall
The Memory remains-Metallica
Nothing else matters-Metallica
Tere Bin-Atif Aslam
Rock is dead-Marilyn Manson
Man who sold the world-Nirvana
Tere dar par sanam-Phir teri kahani yaad aayi
Black-Pearl Jam

8 THINGS THAT ATTRACT ME TO MY BEST FRIENDS

I don't find anything attractive in my friends. Wait, let me think...hmmmmmmm...nah, nothing !

8 PEOPLE I THINK SHOULD DO THIS TAG

The ones with their first name starting with the alphabet "X", any Xylophones around !!

Conversation Returns

2008-06-03T16:22:00.003+05:30

The conversation returns to mark its third edition on this blog; and this time, its Beauty and the Beast

A puppet silent, in the dusty stall
The only life at the carnival
The only noise; the winds of change
Everything is mute since the day they came

The laughter echoes now in memory
Emptiness a reminder of what had been
On wooden legs the puppet wakes
In forlorn hopes of another day

Buried under the webs of time
Choked of life by hands of fate
In the dusty stalls of fare
Still glimmers a ray of hope

Of hopes and dreams and crystal balls
I dare not speak, lest a curse befall
Turning me into a heap of dust
Much before I have time to rust

You die every minute
to live with this pain
Shadow of fear
is the devil's gain
Have faith as
sun will shine again

I'm the end

2008-05-22T16:02:00.001+05:30

Rusty doors open with a crank

A soul walks in

Two violinists and a puppet

A coin is dropped

and puppet comes to life

Break for freedom

and a doll for prize

A coin is dropped

and a hat filled with candies

Two violins are crossed

and a train ride

with no one else on it

A coin is dropped

and balls are passed

One stretch

and glass is shattered

One more stretch

and some more

A black drop trickles

down the cheek

And the doll is dropped

beside the ballerina shoes

Trance

2008-05-15T00:42:00.000+05:30

Bodies entangled

Skin brushing against skin

Heat rising and falling

A false sense of numbness

engulfs the mind

The air is charged up

and the sweat is dripping

The lights are fazing

and the view is hazy

The vibes running

through the spine

beat after beat

You can't defeat

the music's heat

Tranquility II

2008-04-18T21:49:00.004+05:30

Water competing for transparency

Against the walls of opaque ice

Life flowing down the drain

Soaking every thread and grain

Traversing through the veins

Sedating every cell in me

Dissolving in the blood

The bitter flood

I took L out of Lover

2008-04-14T08:44:00.003+05:30

It’s been three months now since I broke up with Nikita. Even wearing the tees gifted by her didn’t hurt anymore, so I can conclude that it’s all over. I scrapped Tanu to check if she’s around; I’ve been very active at Orkut lately, the forum where I met her. My first scrap was a hysterical comment on one of her pictures, a trademark. And to my surprise, her reply had an equally potent punch, a quality that caught my attention and my fancy, same time.

I was about to leave when she called in to cancel our movie plan. We were to meet at “The Forum” yesterday for a late night show. My mind was lost in thinking all the possible reasons for her canceling our date; some last minute urgency was her excuse. I was knocked out of my thoughts with a shrill sound. My phone displayed “Tanu calling”. Hey, I’m sorry for yesterday. I’m going to Fuga tonight, wanna join me there, she sounded excited.

And our next first date was planned. Just look at yourself Mr. Gandalf, look at your beard, and better get a haircut as well. Shoot! Its already 5 PM and going by Bangalore’s deadline to city’s nightlife, I should be there by eight. The barber was busy as always. A swarm of wannabe doods getting facials, uncles getting their almost vanished strands coloured and a couple of friendly neighbourhood spidermans spinning their cobweb on the TV remote, a typical scenario.

Bhaiya, a shave and a haircut, normal spiked, how much time is it going to take, I enquired. Those fifteen minutes ended after almost two hours but I was definitely looking better, cleaner and more human. I always made sure that I comply with the basic rules: look good, smell good and taste good. And looking good never meant that one should be good looking, it’s just that one should be presentable and it was time to take care of this requisite. After emptying half of my wardrobe, I finally found my outfit for the evening, my last clean t-shirt, a spunky black one with an almost clean pair of blue jeans. Sometimes, it’s good to be a guy, at least while dressing up.

There she was, standing in her shimmering red top and a black mini, her raven black hair falling freely over her fragile shoulders and an oh-so radiating body. Man! She is hot, I thought and was thanking my lucky stars that she was my date for the evening. As the dance floor warmed to the house, we swayed after downing a couple of tequila shots. Things were heating up as the temperature was rising. She drew my face closer to her and what followed was a long lingering kiss.

More kisses were exchanged and we landed up at my place. She was standing in the dark shadows, her sculptured body silhouetted against the backdrop of lust simmering into steam. Our warm breath creating a music with the raised heartbeats. The eyes met eyes and mirrored the feeling; wrapped in my arms, those eyes succumbed and I to her gentle embrace. Lips were locked and the escorts were removed, two bodies melting into one.

Oh Nikita ! I am getting there baby…

A Link

2008-04-14T07:05:00.001+05:30

http://www.chitthajagat.in/

Big City Nights

2008-04-06T16:55:00.001+05:30

The day has been total waste so far. Is this what I’ve been waiting for since Monday, a lonely weekend! Requiem for a dream, the fourth movie of the day and suddenly, the mood is sickening sad, the lull is lurking in the air. The anxiety and enthusiasm evident on a typical Friday morning, welcoming the forthcoming weekend after a long grueling week has vanished.

The time at the screen reads 1:30 AM. Deepak doesn’t sleep this early; it should take only five minutes to reach his place at this time. Six bachelors in a three-bedroom flat, what a nightmare, I always thought. But one thing I always knew for sure, these guys know how to have fun. After countless rounds of convincing me to move in with them, even they gave up trying. Is it that I am adamant or I love solitude.

The roads are still wet and the breeze is refreshingly cool, it looks like a bike day. I never liked the confines of a car. “Hey Deepak, wanna go for a ride to MG Road”, I called him. “No man, I’ve some office work to finish”, he replied in his usual laidback tone. “C’mon, don’t be such a spoilsport, its Friday night. Moreover it won’t take more than an hour”, I argued. “I can’t, its very urgent”, pat came the reply. “Screw you, you’re such a wuss”, what’s wrong with these bookworms, I wondered.

The roads are emptier than I expected and the speedometer zooms past ninety. A quick dash followed by a long stretch of relaxed biking and I am in my tranquil dreams. Its time to head back home as it’s already forty-five past two. Suddenly, the engine coughed, cranked and halted to death. My gods must be unhappy with me.

The tank still smelled of fuel in it, the green at the display confirmed the circuits to be working correctly. As I stood there kicking and cursing, a number of cabs ignored my existence, reminding me the true meaning of the word metropolitan. A black pulsar stops and enquires if everything is fine. Have you checked the fuel, asked the man, there is no petrol pump nearby. A receding hairline, fair complexion, medium built, he must be in his late 20s. Yes, I replied.

Do you mind if I try, he asked while parking his bike. “Please”, I offered my bike. A couple of kicks more and the engine came alive with a grunt. “Where do you stay”, he questioned. Oh BTM! I live there only, I’ll drive with you; just in case the bike ditches you again, its very late, he laughed. We chatted about where we work, where we are from, how he got stuck with work in his office till this late and regular stuff while driving back.

Can I have a glass of water, he requested. “Sure, c’mon in, that’s the least I can do for you and thanks for the help”, I replied. So what do you do on weekends, he continued. “Just a couple of movies, a drive sometimes, not much actually”, I said. Give me your number, I’ll call you sometime and we’ll hang out, he offered. Sure, its 9900112233, give me a missed call, I’ll save yours too, I said, while I created a contact in my phone for Aneesh, his name.

It must have an hour since he left when my cell beeped. Who’s sending me a message at this time, I wondered. “I am missing you- Aneesh” read the message. WTF! What is it, my mind was in a state of shock. My phone vibrated to mark the arrival of one more SMS, “I’ve fallen for you, I want to meet you for a hot shower, I can give you a good time”.

Hey man, I am really thankful to you for the help but don’t try to contact me from now on….

A tough one

2008-04-04T18:44:00.005+05:30

1. Name three most valuable assets?

My Ipod, My Audio/Video collection and hmmm clothes maybe. Frankly speaking, can’t think of things which I can classify as assets *sansaar nashwar hai vats*

2. One truth in your life that haunts you every day?

All of the decisions I made, related to my career, were wrong

3. If you were to be stranded on a desert island, who are the four blog buddies you would take alongside with you?

Chacha, Crasiezt, Skeety, Umang …. Wait a min, do you guys watch survivor or lost series !!

4. Where is the place that you want to go the most?

Rome ! But it can be a loo, actually it depends upon what situation I am in

5. If you can have one dream to come true, what would it be?

Loads of sexy cars and loads of money to buy petrol for them :D

6. Till now, what is the moment that you regret the most?

Nothing as such

7.What are you afraid to lose the most?

Family, friends, infact everything. I am very possessive kind of creature.

8. What would you do if you found a briefcase full of money?

Did I mention my dream ;) Btw, which currency ?? :P

9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?

No.

10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.

She writes very well, I mean very well. She’s caring and very understanding.

11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?

Jyada chik-chik na karti ho bus.

12. Which type of person do you hate the most?

Posers, the ones with fake attitude.

13. What is your ambition?

Apna sapna money money…bada sara

14. My Question: If you were given the chance to have one super power.. what would it be and why?
Arre, same question from the last tag…. Make me Mr. India :P

15. For you life is?

A bitch

16. If you could do one thing different in life, what would it be?

Control my anger

17. Are you a shopaholic or no?

Big time, keep me away from shopping malls.

18. Which actress or actors you would like to be?

Koi bhi bhojpuri hero !!

19 what touches you?

Hmmmm…no comments

20. Do you have any plans for tomorrow?

Yeah, bartan maanjne hain (Cleaning utensils you angrezs)

Man ! This was so girly, thank you so much Freesherry ji, I had a real hard time answering this one....now tagging someone, hmmmm...

Drozzy babu, you're on *Aaaaahhh, aaj mera pratishodh poora hua*

Tagged to death

2008-04-02T18:09:00.008+05:30

Describe your perfect Sunday morning?
What’s a Sunday morning, I don’t know anything like this.

Favorite song of all time?
Nothing else matters-Metallica

How tall are you?
Doesn’t matter “late ke sab barabar ho jaate hain” ;)

If you could be successful at any job in the world, what would that job be?
I know MS-Excel, make me manager

If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?
Rome

If you could be someone else for a day, who would it be?
Mr. India :P

If you have friends coming for supper what would you cook?
Lays or Kurkure

What is your favourite word?
Déjà vu

What makes you cry?
I don’t cry

If you were an animal in the wild, what would you be?
A jaguar

If you could time travel to the past to correct any mistakes you feel you’ve made, would you?
Time travel is fun baybee…

Do you believe that the cup is half empty or half full?
Depends upon what’s in the cup

What do you do for fun?
Time traveling

Are you an outdoor or an indoor person
Indoor

Where do you see yourself in five years?
Back to north for sure :D

What are you most proud of in your life?
I am a self-made person

When do you plan on getting married?
Do they call this disaster planning !!

Get the number or give the number?
Give the number, that too when asked for !!

Romance or Kinky Sex?
Kinky Sex... Romance is too expensive (Shame to shame)

How do you feel?
Like all humans do-we have nerve endings in our skin which give us the power to feel via. sensory organs

What size shoe do you wear?
Europe 42, English 8 but what’s the purpose

What is your favorite clothing brand?
I am not a brand person, I wear anything and everything which suits me.

Water or 100% Juice?
Sea buckthorn juice

T-Mobile, U.S. Cellular, Cingular/AT&T, or Sprint/Nextel
Airtel

Would you rather be hot or cold?
Cold

Would you rather lose an arm or a leg?
WTF….neither…why ??????

Favorite Place to Eat?
Big Chill

Opera, Musical, Concert, Play, Performance, or Other?
Concert

Most Memorable Past?
School days

Most embarrassing moment?
I am a shameless prick

If you had to pick one car, which would it be?
Lamborghini Reventon

Your favorite Disney Films?
Ice age but not sure if it’s a Disney Film

Why did the chicken cross the road?
Because there was a KFC at this side of the road

Do you support Paris?
Paris for president !!

Where is Waldo?
What is Waldo?

Favorite element?
Kryptonite

What was your last thought?
Something lusty, can’t provide the details here

Firefox, Internet Explorer, Netscape, or other?
Flock

Who are you going to vote for in 2008?
Ki farak painda hai, sadak to banne se rahi !!

Juice and crackers or milk and cookies?
Juice and crackers …… GOD DAMN YOU DROZZY ARGHHH !!!!

Which is worse? A bad laugh or a bad cough?
Laugh is better than cough anyday

Are you a cat or a dog person?
I hate pets

Would you rather be blind or deaf?
Both, happy now !!

Define yourself in 3 words…
Gonecase Gonecase Gonecase

Do you eat cold cereal at night?
Nahi bhaiya, I don’t eat cereal at night

What is your favorite TV show?
Megastructures

Do you shower every single day?
A deo shower maybe

Boat or bus?
Boat

What would you do if Michael Jackson asked you out
I'll tell him that I am of no use to him now, I have crossed 12 (On a serious note, I love his music so maybe I will go, I can defend myself)

What is your favorite food?
Chicken

Do you read harry potter books?
No

If you could have one super human power what would you choose?
Make me Mr. India

Have you had a beer in the last week?
No, never

Vitamin Water or Gatorade?
Gatorade, Electric Blue :D

Favorite body part?
Oh Behave :P

Flip flops or sandles?
Flip flops

What do you do on fridays?
Office office

Do you like bananas?
Yes, I love EATING bananas

Jao sabko maaf kiya...I tag nobody !!

Ruby Tuesday

2008-03-26T16:59:00.002+05:30

The trainer was drawing figures on the whiteboard while I was lost in the screen of my monitor. It's been an hour since I received that email selling me Viagra, into my spam folder and there has been no activity in my mailbox since then. Somehow, refreshing the page seemed more interesting than paying heed to the trainer. After a few futile attempts, the inbox showed one against it.

A chain mail with a picture of Ganeshji, waiting to be forwarded to ten friends within ten minutes, else it will bring me bad luck. Since when has Ganeshji started tracking my emails, I thought, cursing Rahul for forwarding it to me. There was a strange pleasure that I felt, scrolling up and down, without any reasons, any logic. I noticed an email address by the name of Heena Sachdev in the heap of names of all those good children of god who will go to heaven now. My boredom made me compose a mail addressed to the email address I just happened to pick out of hundreds of other possible addresses.

"Hi! How are you" was followed by a couple of mails exchanged and on one fine day, hesitatingly, I asked for her mobile number, which she obliged me with. Her voice was as hundreds of chimes being kissed and caressed by wind, full of youth and life. I fell in love with that voice. Our conversations graduated from minutes to hours and this is when I came to know that she is in same city I am in, Bangalore. There was no track of time when I was in her company, though over the phone only and then we decided to take it one step ahead. And thankfully, it was gradual this time.

Something near MG Road seemed a sensible option since our places were at the opposite ends of the diameter with MG Road at the center. Ruby Tuesday, she said, on Church Street, nice place with good food and soothing ambiance, let's meet up for a dinner this weekend. I checked my appointments record, even though it's been a week since I shifted to this city and didn't know anyone in town, even though the only companion I had for my weekends was my newspaper. And hence, Saturday was on.

My gaze was locked at the bunch of orchids placed esthetically in the middle of the table. Are you a non-vegetarian, she enquired, and this is when I noticed her details for the first time. Luscious long locks, a pair of tender lips, ample bosom but the cherry was those hazel eyes with a tinge of kohl at the rims. Her pink top was complementing her fair skin tone. As we sat there chatting, the band was playing soft melodies from the 80s.

I finally succumbed to the aroma from the bar which had been inviting me for quite some time now. "If you don't mind, can I order a drink for myself", I asked shamelessly. Yes, please, she replied, this is what I like about drinking that it doesn't bother the one who is accompanying the one who is cherishing it. I hate smoking and I hate smokers. “Waiter, get me one large Jack Daniels with ice, no cold drink, no soda. Adulteration mars the taste of the real thing”, I chuckled.

"You won't find an auto-rickshaw here at this time, it's already thirty past one, I have a bike, let's go to Central”, I offered. But the auto-rickshaw prices were exorbitant because of the time factor involved. Can I stay at your place for the night, I'll leave tomorrow morning. Its just one night, I hope you can adjust. “I have a small room with a single bed and I stay alone, if its ok with you, I don't mind”, I replied.

While driving back to my room, I bought one more quarter after taking her permission. “I am not feeling sleepy, turn on some music if you like”, she said. Gulping down pegs after pegs, the conversation that followed was the most interesting time I had spent in Bangalore so far. Was it liquor or was it her company, I wasn't sure, but things started to heat up and the next moment, we were in each others' arms. We made love like there is no tomorrow. Should I term it as love or should I refrain it to sex was the question. But that didn't matter at that time.

It's been a month now since we first met. Every weekend was the same, a dinner at Ruby Tuesday followed by mad, passionate sex sessions. This time, she wanted to taste the whiskey which, to my surprise, she liked. Two quarters this time, she said and I nodded. It must have been something around three, after multiple shots of alcohol and sex, the sweat dripping down our skin, when I told her that I've started liking her.

What the fuck are you talking about, she shouted, jumping out of bed. And the whole effect of whiskey went kaput. “I have sentiments for you, I have started liking you”, I uttered. How can you even think about it, who are you. Do you know, my father is a retired colonel from the army. My mother owns a newspaper in Hyderabad, do you know how large her social circle is. And what family do you come from, your father is a grocer, a petty grocer. "But what is this if you don't love me, what are we doing here”, I barked.

Its all lust baby, you want sex, so do I. The only difference between us is that you are a guy and I am a girl. I can't stick to one person for more than a couple of weeks, I need to move on. It's just a fling, a game, a game in which you are rewarded with fun and sex, no strings attached. Now you've ruined my mood, get me some whiskey. “It's all over for us now, I don't want to see your face anymore”, I said. You are my guest, so stay here tonight. Tomorrow I'll drop you to wherever you'll say.

Drop me to Ruby Tuesday ….

Turmoil

2008-03-21T20:57:00.001+05:30

The ticks of the clock

The screech of the chalk

The odd-man of flock

The final knock

This question this time

This yearning this crime

This ache at its prime

This life is a mime

Speedballin'

2008-03-21T18:44:00.006+05:30

One more tag and a double tag to boot, Man ! I am popular :P

Got tagged by Shoop and Crazy this time for the same thing, a musical tag and music is my oxygen, thanks guys. Sorry for the delay, double sorry Shoop ji *Grins Sheepishly*. Here is the combined effort :D

The rules are:

1. Put your MP3 player/Media player on shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write the name of the song no matter what.

IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY?" YOU SAY?

Get ready for this

Oh Yeah !!

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?

Twilight zone (2 Unlimited)

Ahoy !!

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?

Rock with you (Ashanti)

Usually skip this song but goes well with the question, hehe

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?

Heart go faster (Davey Brothers)

Faster ?? I feel lazy ...

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?

Fall like a rain (Lost)

Lost, yeah, right !

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?

Where do you go (No Mercy)

No Comments

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?

Do Sumthing (Comp)

I will, I will, trust me guys, I will

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?

My Life (Dido)

Bingo :D

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?

Remember me (Hoobastank)

I don't care, really !

WHAT IS 2+2?

This I promise you

My math teacher would be so proud of me right now :D

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?

Ain't talking about (Apollo 440)

About what ??

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?

Wake me up (Wham)

I wish !!

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?

Sleep (Poets of the fall)

How did they come to know ???

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?

Even Angels Fall (Jessica Riddle)

But I don't, me no angel, hehehe

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?

Focus (Kashmir)

On ?? :P

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?

Virtual Insanity (Jamiroquoi)

Nahiiiiiiiiii....Keh do ye jhooth hai

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?

Star 69 (Fatboy Slim)

WTF !!

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?

More Than You'll Ever Know

And its too late now too.

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?

Don't speak (No Doubt)

That is correct

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Dirty (Darren Hayes)

Darn ! Everybody knows now !!

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?

You a Pro (Sean Paul)

Pro bole to, hehehe

WHAT SHOULD YOU POST THIS AS?

Speedballin' (Outkast)

I tag nobody!

Random strokes

2008-03-16T10:26:00.002+05:30

Tag times once again and this time, seven random things by Ms. Randomness Personified herself, so here we go:

I get high on bird watching, it makes me feel good. I love it when beautiful girls are nearby. But I won't go and strike a conversation, I restrict it to watching only.

I can watch movies back to back, sometimes four to five in one go. The only condition is that I'll pick and decide the movies I want to watch.

I am very short tempered and very moody. But it is rare when I go and pick a fight with someone.

I am very lazy when it comes to shaving off my facial hair (just to make it clear what we are talking about) but I get these fits, once in a bluemoon, to look good or atleast fool myself into it.

I love North Indian food and I am a big chicken freak/monster/slayer.

I avoid bath when I have to stay at home but I make sure that I don't stink :P

I love big bikes and big cars and always dream to own one. Well, one of them each, to be precise and yeah, add one of each color too :D

I tag:

Keshi, Umang, Rashi, Shoop, Priya, Sinner, Jiggs

What do you have to do? Just jot down 7 random things about yourself! That’s it really! And then tag 7 people too!!

Man - the new God of Earth

2008-03-07T18:46:00.001+05:30

Buildings towering

upon their shadows

Monsters rising

out of the earth's womb

Columns of iron

hugging each other

Mirrors kiss and gaze

the enigma of glass maze

Simple structures

forming complex creatures

Angles and arcs

by joints and sparks

Harmony of cement and steel

or the jungle of concrete

For no dust gathers on the glass

unless where man has broken earth

My New Blog

2008-03-02T17:33:00.002+05:30

Visit us at:

http://kickdirt.blogspot.com/

Note: Hamare yahan par har prakaar ki gaadi ka kaam tasalli baksh kiya jata hai

First Day First Show

2008-02-27T14:52:00.005+05:30

While going through my old documents, found this stupid-ass poem I wrote on the first day of my college:

First day in the college
frightened was I
How to face seniors
What about teachers' sai
Don't know about technical wish
but will learn after a few tries
Everyone wants to chop my hair
everyone wants to share "Malai" -- Milk fat
How to shield against ragging
need wings to fly
Not to stare at girls
not to say HI
They queried about eatables
have to tell a lie
Saw a number of couples
that go singing by
Below there feet is "Maal Road" -- Road to Girls' hostel
above their heads is pretty sky
There are a lot of idiots
to whom I have to say "Bhai" -- Brother
Although I can write much more
But I have to go to "Nai" --Barber

Here is the unedited version of the poem or whatever you want to call it. Although I wanted to change it to make it look a bit maturer and correct but then the idiot factor would've been lost. This one reminded me of earlier poems by CHEESY CHAMELI (kyon bey, hai na teri takkar ki !! :P)

Call of the beast

2008-02-15T16:08:00.001+05:30

Red radium lit hands

against the black dial

The chrono croons the time

Its thirty four past one

Night is young,

peaking to its bloom

time to hit the road

Metal into metal

and the beast grunts

Two beams of white light

piercing the heart of night

The night suddenly wakes up

to the loud shrieks of

rubber crunching gravel

Fire in the belly of the beast

and a large growl

A grey dot zigzagging

along a greyer line

Flashing past the blinking lights

सवाल एक अस्तित्व का

2008-02-12T13:11:00.000+05:30

नामुमकिन तो नही है
काटना यह पल
तन्हाई समेटे हुए
सारे जहाँ की
भीड़ के घेराव में भी
काटता कचोटता सूनापन
आवाजें भेद नही पाती अब
कानों की गहराइयां
हर मंज़र धुंधला है
यादों की धुंध तले
एक टीस उठती है
रह रह कर
चीखती चिल्लाती हुई
मानो कह रही हो
कब तक रहेगा तू
कब तक सहेगा तू

Cerebral Palsy

2008-02-10T13:43:00.000+05:30

I was used to loneliness

and then things changed

It all started for fun

and then things changed

Calm and sanity were off springs

and then things changed

Jealousy and possession creped in

Now I want things to change

The question now floats in my cranium

Was I happy being sad ??

Memoirs of my journey

2008-02-09T00:08:00.001+05:30

Whenever I used to hear this word blogging, I used to wonder what's the big deal, why so much hype. And then one fine day, out of curiosity, I thought of giving it a shot. What started as a trial, changed to time pass, transformed into hobby and morphed into an obsession.

And today I'm celebrating first anniversary of my whimsical cyber life and everyone's invited (Oh yeah Samsung, go ahead, sue me!)

And to sum up this year, here is the list of my favorite Dhabas along this highway:

…and they say life is beautiful

Because I love my job

Alone I bleed

I don’t have a title for this

Déjà vu

Tranquility

A robbed soul

Through the eyes of a puppet

Uffff, long list…..You guys are patient to have reached here, have a piece of the cake as your reward :D

HAPPY B'DAY MY BLOG !!

ITYT - IT's Young Tabloid

2008-02-08T12:58:00.000+05:30

Ah! Not another PC Today!! Don’t worry, this isn’t your regular “techie mag” or that boring newsletter you use to wipe dirt off your shoes! This is a magazine yes, but unconventional, interesting, information-laden, and paperless (sorry you’ll still have to use that newsletter for your dirty shoes).

But before we launch our e-magazine we want you to tell us what is it that YOU want to read?

We want to rekindle your interests, make life exciting, unwind your brain and of course yearn for our magazine, edition after edition.

Here it goes..take this little survey and help us:

http://www.zoomerang.com/survey.zgi?p=WEB227D37B6KVX

Thanks

Through the eyes of a puppet

2008-01-28T18:00:00.000+05:30

The sprawling campus stares at him; the sight trapped between the pendulum of his corona and the glass of his building. Cool breeze dies hitting the colder wall. The vastness engulfs him and suddenly he realizes how minute he is. The whole universe is looking at him as if he has been brought to this stage to be laughed upon. He can see his own reflection making a mockery of him.

The puppeteer has broken the threads but what is left is something non-existing instead of freedom what he has been yearning for. What is he without those threads when the lifeline of a puppet is the blood flowing through the veins of those fingers. And how hard it is to know that those fingers aren’t your extensions.

Is this soothing quiet or sooting lull that stands here ?

My Carnival

2008-01-21T19:19:00.001+05:30

Come seethe in rain

For this burning

Can’t be quenched

Without your love

A cloud of gloom just

settled on fluttering heart

This heart is pining

Craving for your love

Don’t walk away,

Don’t walk away

leaving me here

longing for your love

A Robbed Soul

2008-01-12T17:55:00.000+05:30

Crawling shadows

past blinking lights

Talking hands

shouting eyes

Skin beneath

window pane

pale and bleak

Few sobs buried

under display

Make up of

fake giggles

One more night

one more death

Prostitution is considered as world's oldest profession/business. Yet there are no rules, no laws, no hearings and no answers to certain questions.....

Jealousy Woes

2008-01-11T23:48:00.000+05:30

Oh Lord ! I beseech to thee

Impart me with strength

to raze off this jealousy

Jealousy is a strange thing

It can make a sane person

behave in weirdest possibility

Your possession I want

even though I know

You aren't my property

And it bolsters my faith in my name, I am a gone case, total fool !!

Taare Zameen Par: Un-Review

2008-01-10T16:21:00.001+05:30

If you want to know how good Taare is, just go to your nearest theater and watch the people coming out after the show. The cacophony that surrounds a crowd exiting a theater will be missing. Some would be walking in slow motion. Some would look petrified. At least that's what happened in the theater I went to. Not a single soul was talking after the movie, probably because what everyone saw on screen was not fiction, but a semi-biography of his/her own life. In fact, the normally rowdiest gang in a theatre (ie my friends and I) that is uber vocal at the end of a film left the theater in pin drop silence. The first thing we said to each other - 'Aamir Bhai has done it again..'

Indeed, Aamir Khan had done it again. I have a gut feeling that Taare would change people like no other movie has previously done.

I know only Aamir can make a film like Taare. But let us assume he did not make it (dream on!). What would the film have been like?

If Karan Johar made Taare

Obvious starcast:

* Shah Rukh Khan as the arts teacher (duh duh duh!!).
* Aryan Khan as the dyslexic child (even if he could not act for nuts).
* Rani Mukerjee as the kid's mom (assuming Kajol is unavailable).
* Abhishek Bachchan as the kid's dad.
* Amitabh Bachchan as the school principal (who cares if the role is ultra minute, he can afford it).
* It would be shot in New York to appeal to the NRI audience.
* The story line would obviously be different. SRK would fall for the dyslexic kid's mom. The last scene would have the mom running to the teacher rather than the kid. And again, like in so many other movies, SRK would get someone else's girl.
* It would have one dance number.
* The film would be titled 'Kuch Taare Zameen Par.'

If Sanjay Leela Bhansali made Taare

Obvious starcast:

* Salman as the teacher.
* Rani as the mother.
* Of course the whole film would be shot on elaborate sets. The school would be nothing short of Harvard University.
* An orchestra would play every time anyone cried.
* Slow motion, different camera angles for every scene.
* The school uniforms would match the classroom walls even though that does not make a f***ing difference.
* The film would cost 60 crores.

If Farah Khan made Taare

Obvious starcast:

* SRK as the teacher (yawn).
* In the original Taare, Aamir makes an entry at the interval point. In Farah's version, SRK would be on screen on for 2.30 hrs out of the 2.45 hrs and would be introduced in the first scene itself.
* The story would be changed to make sure the above happened. The focus of the film would be a teacher who helps a kid fight dyslexia.
* To make it a complete entertainer, there would be a romantic angle, comedy, and action thrown in. Oh idea!! Nikumbh's character likes another teacher and the kiddo helps him.. throw in some comedy moments there and you have romance and comedy settled. For action.. hmm.. lemme see.. oh yah, the kid gets kidnapped and the teacher fights the baddies to save him. Wow!! I'm quite an imaginative writer. I can see how Farah can write a film from scratch in two weeks straight.
* The film posters would have a big SRK with the tiny image of the kid in the background.

If Rakesh Roshan made Taare

Obvious starcast:

* Hrithik Roshan as the teacher.
* Since Rakesh Roshan cannot think beyond science fiction these days, this film would have that too. Instead of dyslexia, the kid would have alienositis or something, a condition induced due to him witnessing an alien abduction.
* Instead of Nikumbh being an arts teacher, he would be a physics teacher, and instead of asking kids to be creative, he would ask them to challenge the science we know.
* In the scene where Nikumbh asks the kids to open their minds and make whatever they want outdoors, the kid Ishaan, instead of making a boat, would end up making a working spaceship prototype.
* Nikumbh would cure the kids problem by making a full fledged version of the kid's prototype, traveling to the alien planet, and asking them to give the kid his powers back..
* The film would have music by Rajesh Roshan ripped off from some world music.
* The film's name would again start with a K.. probably 'Kuch Aliens Taaron se Zameen Par'.
* The director would make sure Hrithik gets to show all his abilities. This would mean a scene with Roshan jr flexing his muscles, and a dance competition in the end, instead of an arts competition.

If Priyadarshan made Taare

Obvious starcast:

* Akshay Kumar as the teacher.
* Paresh Rawal as the kid's dad.
* It would be a brainless comedy. The kid's dyslexia would be made fun of. Half the times the parents will be running after the kid from one room to the other and that, in the director's opinion, would be funny.
* The film will be full of sex jokes. So for example, when Akshay would come to the parents telling them that their son has dyslexia, the ignorant father would say something inappropriate like 'iss umar mein? par kaise, woh to hamesha boys school mein padha hai!'. And yes, the director would think it is funny.
* In the climax of the film all the characters in the film would run around in the amphitheater for no reason, spilling colors on each other. That's where the film will end, without any logical conclusion.
* And of course, Paresh Rawal would emote like an epileptic himself making us question the boy's mental abilities anyway.

In loving memory of somebody who wrote it ( I don't know who he/she is, it was forwarded as a mail but I find it worth a dekkho )

Skeety jaisi..... koi nahi !!

2008-01-02T20:48:00.000+05:30

Being brainchild of Skeeter, this has got to be interesting but mark my words, its more difficult than interesting. C'mon Skeety, how can I do injustice to all other pictures.

But since I got tagged my none other than skeety aur uske hukm ki naafarmani karna ki meri zurrat nahi hui (For all you angrezs out there, that means I don't have the guts to say no or not do as I've been said to do)

But since the initiator herself has uploaded two pics, I'll also upload two pictures, hehehe

I tag Crazy, Chacha, Umang and Shoop...have fun :D

Oh haan, you guys need to post a picture that YOU've clicked on your blog which is either very close to your heart or your best shot till date !!

P.S. Crasiezt convinced me to post the second picture, I am not the only culprit here (not following the rule ofcourse :P)

Tranquility

2007-12-27T03:50:00.000+05:30

A matchstick stroke

A puff disappearing

Dissolving slowly

in the air

Losing existence

taking something

along with

Long weak threads

Linking life

and beyond

A dot of fire

dazing and fazing

gorging on time

Bitterness inhaled

Life exhaled

Deja Vu

2007-12-21T17:09:00.000+05:30

As I walk in the

shadows cast by

the sarcophagi of

my own happiness

It comes back to me

Same hurt same pain

same longing all again

When refrain was the word

I must be fool

Some people never learn

It holds so true

They say the first cut

is the deepest

Then why it hurts so much

this time too

Converse Reloaded

2007-12-21T16:21:00.000+05:30

G: How you define something
which you want so badly
But will give your best
to avoid it from happening

C: There is no definition
no words
but love is something
that happens without premonition

G: Why would I want love
when it always hurts me
when its more of a shackle
than a key to be free

C: A key can set you free
or lock you in
love can be fun too
its your choice baby

G: A key can open a lock
but can't crack a wall
How can you mould it
when you can't control it

C: Uncontrolled craziness is cool
why do you want to bind it
go with the flow
and if you can't
it's ok, u aren't a fool

G: Its not about insanity
the problem is the war
and when both sides are your own
doesn't matter who's at par

C: Don't make war
make love baby
You may be on both sides
but its not about winning
Bow down to your heart
joy will hit you like a dart

G: What do you do
when the fight is between
two splits of your heart
Where can I find an answer
because love games are neither
explained by science nor art

C: I can't give an explanation
not everything has an answer
Science or art
can't explain matters of the heart
Don't get into this discussion
it won't help in any way
Let life unfold its mysteries to you
some may be good, some bad
But let me tell you my friend
love will find you in the end

Converse

2007-12-18T10:04:00.000+05:30

A conversation between two friends:

U: Take a walk with the stars tonight

Do a tango with the spirits of the night

Let your heart reach out like a kite

Get drenched in the colors so bright

Fulfill every dream in this dreamy night

This poem for you my heart wished to write

When I thought of wishing you a sweet goodnight

I hope to you it seems alright (Period)

G: What sadness that seethes in me tonight

Even stars can't take it away

With their light so bright

Emotional stupidity is the cause of my plight

Thanks for the lovely words

Wishing you good night (Period)

U: Run away from the blinding light

Watch every sadness melt away

Into the embracing night

Emotions are badges

Wear them with pride

Wish i could make you feel better

Could a hug kill your plight (Period)

G: Running is not a solution my friend

Day is half of your life

If you waste half of it avoiding

The meaning of living is rife

Showing emotion is risky my friend

Cuts like a knife (Period)

U: Emotions like people are of different kind

They can heal and warm

Or smother you in binds

They are your feelings

They are you

Don't shun them aside

Feel them understand them

Only then you'll be fine (Period)

U: Another night another dream

Of flying cars or engines of steam

What do you want to be tonight

A soldier, a sailor or a ballerina

With dress of light (Period)

G: Dreams are what you want to be

What you want to do is

What you dare to see

Neither a soldier, nor a sailor

A wandering soul who’s born free (Period)

U: Oh wandering soul

Where do you go

Looking for what treasures

Running from what foe

Born free you were

Like a lark to fly

Then how did these chains

Come to bind you so (Period)

G: Souls are free from responsibilities of life

A successful son, a well settled daughter

A well earning dad, a loving wife

Roles to be played are reasons of strife (Period)

U: Roles to be played

Duties to fulfill

The vicious circle of life

The reason for all strife

But above them all

There’s a duty too

A duty you have to

No one but you

A duty to be free

A duty to dream

A duty to desire

A duty to be

In the walk of life

Amidst all your strife

Don’t forget yourself

Don’t sacrifice your vision

Live out your whims

Hopes fantasies (Period)

G: No matter how good it sounds

Dreams are bound with duties

It may sound funny

But in the end

It all boils down to money (Period)

I don't have a title for this

2007-12-06T19:26:00.000+05:30

Two demons dwell in me

satisfaction and sanity

blabbering aloud

impiously irreverent

blasphemous profanity

Satisfaction leads to peace

sanity is road to

materialistic vanity

What will it take

to fill this abyss

but one thing I know

I won't leave my fate

in the hands of uncertainty

Fickle bodied ???

2007-11-30T05:05:00.000+05:30

It sometimes amazes me how unwise I am. Or is it equally difficult for everyone ? You spend more than 17 initial years of your life preparing for something with single motive of earning money and then one day, it doesn't matter anymore. Suddenly a strange feeling of satisfying your creative self takes over and it doesn't matter how much you are earning thereafter. Even though you know that its money instead of this stupid feeling that will fetch you food when you are hungry in the end.

Your sanity speaks to stick to something that brings in more money but for how long will you be able to suppress that feeling within. You understand the power of money, the way it can bring you down on your knees, the way it can break your spine but its satisfaction that matters after all, isn't it. Whom should I listen to, the mind which speaks the language of money or the heart which yearns for satisfaction of self. Its time I devise a middle path or you tell me if you have dreaded along the same lines before.

The tussle inside,
its tearing me apart.
Maybe I don't know,
what to do
Maybe I try so hard.

My FMORT

2007-11-21T14:45:00.000+05:30

* Stands up for the opening speech* First of all, I would like to thank Umang, my tag guru, for having faith in my capabilities and honouring me with this tag and then I would like to thank you all for your support during my ups and downs. Kehte hain agar kisi cheez ko sachhe dil se chacho to poori kayenaat usse aapse milwane mein lag jaati hai......wait a minute, which way is it going, bithao isse......taaliyaan !!

Five minutes of random thinking, what can I think ? Hmmm, let me think what should I think about during this time. Home, home's good. Gosh I miss my home ! Lets not act like a sad emotion laden moron. Friends, who all can I consider my friends. Wait a minute, it can get problematic if I start mentioning names here and forget some,log meri jaan kha jayenge. Leave it, lets think about my career, where is it heading, where will I stand after five years from now. Nah, this will be a wastage of time. Moreover who will be interested in reading this. Lets think about something interesting, hmmm, lets think about girls :D

This trip has been really good in this respect. Is it that I have been to Bangalore for very long or the average beauty quotient is on the up, just like Indian economy, India shining, eh !!

Jeez, I wasted five minutes deciding what should I think about. I can be a good manager or move to planning department :P

I tag nobody

So what is FMORT?

FMORT stands for Five Minutes of Random Thoughts. It is a byproduct of a wild whim that played in my mind during one of my day dreaming sessions. In an attempt to bring something productive out of it, I thought of giving it a shape. It is fun to read what people think, when they are asked to think for five minutes of allotted time.

Steps to follow:

Get an alarm/stop watch, piece of paper, pen.

Set the alarm to ring 5 minutes 10 secs later.

Take deep breath for 10 secs.

Now, set your mind free.

Scribble whatever comes to your mind on the paper for 5 minutes.

After 5 minutes, tweak the scribbles into meaningful sentences.

Post it to your blog.

The title should be, "My FMORT".

Dont expand FMORT in the title as the purpose is to popularize FMORT.

The first line should read, "I am tagged by XYZ", where XYZ should be the name of the blog who asked you to tag and link XYZ to the post.

Then ask a fellow blogger to do the same and link to your post.

Now sit back and relax.

You would be amazed at the speed with which FMORT spreads.

And you will be one link of the long chain on Internet.

Flirt Quotient

2007-11-21T01:06:00.000+05:30

Now this is something unique, a scale to measure how good your flirting skills are, thanks to Soup and thanks to Umang for convincing me to post the result over here.

To find out your flirtatious style, log on to:

http://in.promos.yahoo.com/bru/flirt_quotient.php

*Oye are they supposed to pay me for the advertisement I am doing on my blog*

Anyways, here's the result but I don't know how good or true it is, any girl interested in testing ?? Darn, I already started it:

MOCHALISCIOUS FLIRT Seductive. Naughty. You're like the Mocha Flavour of Bru Cappuccino. You exemplify the rich full-bodied chocolate flavour with the right amount of caffeine intoxication.Flirting to you is second nature. You're a predator in the game of flirting. You're straightforward in your approach and don't wait around for the occasion to arise. You create them! You take charge of situations using more actions than words. You are confident and it shows in the way you carry yourself as well as your mannerisms. You are definitely an eye-turner and have this energy that excites and draws the others closer!

Final Fall

2007-11-14T19:19:00.001+05:30

I try my best to hide
the pain I've inside
will I be fine ???

Being alive is a mistake
my heart begins to ache
is it ok to cry ???

Worst dreams,biggest fears
begin to disappear
is it a sign ???

Will it feel very cold
my body sans soul
the day I'll die ???

Happy Diwali

2007-11-08T21:00:00.000+05:30

Deep jalao deep jalao

aaj diwali re

khushi khushi sab haste aao

aaj diwali re

Naye naye mein kapde pehnu

khaun khoob mithai

haath jod kar pooja kar lun

aaj diwali aayi

Mein to lunga kheel khilone

tum bhi lena bhai

phuljhadiyaan ab khoob jalao

aaj diwali re

Aaj dukaane khoob saji hain

ghar bhi cham cham karte

jagmag jagmag deep jale hain

kitne ache lagte

Deep jalao deep jalao

aaj diwali re

nacho gao khushi manao

aaj diwali re

Wishing you a very happy and prosperous Diwali

Ab dilli door nahi

2007-11-05T14:44:00.000+05:30

I'm going home, to the place where I belong... thoda sa late ho gya post karne mein...am already here, yippeeeee :D

Raat ka Maseeha

2007-10-31T09:28:00.000+05:30

I started it as something else, something heroic but a sudden change of thought process and it ended up like this, very kiddish and a bit funny (hope so :P)

*Modified last stanza on public demand,hehe

A knight strolls out
on the withered night
beaming his armour
to wage a fight

The night is young
and breeze is dark
but nothing in world
can snuff the spark

that burns inside
to wage a fight

against the evil
face to face
to make the world
a better place

Some shadows move
across the town
The horse is whipped
to follow around

An empty stretch
beyond the street
Its time for them
to feel the heat

They corner him
exchange of words
We have a gun
now part with sword

Remove the armour
the mask from the head
Now go to your home
and sleep in your bed

Left Unsaid

2007-10-23T10:12:00.000+05:30

With that hurt, that pain
you left me insane
love no longer matters
when you left unsaid

Gloomy are the days
lonely are the nights
world no longer matters
when you left unsaid

You left me to die
and I pine for you
matter no longer matters
when you left unsaid

Found some, wrote some

2007-10-23T09:47:00.000+05:30

1. If an object is not in motion, it will remain there.

2. For every action, there is a painful loss of energy.

3. Energy and mass can't be destroyed but can be wasted.

4. Any body suspended in space will remain in space until made aware of its situation.

5. Any body in motion will tend to remain in motion until solid matter intervenes suddenly.

6. All principles of gravity are negated by fear.

7. As speed increases, objects can be in several places at once.

8. For every vengeance there is an equal and opposite revengeance.

BEP Revisited

2007-10-19T07:43:00.000+05:30

Oct 16, Bangalore. Tuesday evening, a rugged ground on the swanky outskirts of Bangalore is getting swashed by hip youngsters, dressed at their best. The atmosphere is energetic and mood cheerful, to welcome a Hip hop group from LA California on their maiden voyage to India. Yes, a band is about to perform in a couple of minutes (Indian Stretchable Time, mind it) at this venue called Palace Grounds.

Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome, The Black Eyed Peas...

For those who are unaware of this name, it’s a band which has infused elements of Pop, Rock, House and Electronic to usher hip hop into a new era and take it to the wider masses. The band consists of Will-i-am, apl.de.ap, Taboo and Fergie and has already won 3 Grammies in 4 years of their existence as a professional venture.

The gates are thrown open at 6:30 pm, a good one hour late from the destined time and people start pouring in from all directions. The stage is set and the crowd is getting eager to get face to face with something they have been watching and following on television for this long. The author finds himself a location merely 5-6 feet away from the stage, thanks to his early bird antics. One hour more and the crowd is already on its toes, shouting, a bit of cursing and the stage suddenly shimmers under the blemishes of white light. The deep tone of bass boomed marked the arrival of BEP.

It all started with Hey Mama and moved on to Don't phunk with my heart, My Humps, Pump it, Don't lie and the very melodious Where is the love interlaced with the solo performances by Will-i-am (I got it from my mama, sizzling track and snuggest of random rap) and Fergie (London Bridge, Fergilicious and the very famous Big girls don't cry). Apl.de.ap went back to his Philippine roots with Bebot which was duly appreciated and thoroughly enjoyed by the crowd. Taboo and Apl.de.ap displayed their bboying prowess and revved up the tempo.

A brief stint by rain couldn't act as spoilsport as the ticket amount was too much to be wasted because of a drizzle, kidding. The deadly combination of great music, electrifying lighting and a hot-bod Fergie was enough to keep the crowd hold to their ground. One last announcement, BEP will continue to make music and produce albums irrespective of the solo careers of the band members.

Sneak peak time, courtesy advancements in technology of mobile phones:

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=339014848295300231&hl=en http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ubfIUvPTbn8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fejncq7h-7s
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tIdsTBeNoE0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5EuYJ1wzQjA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2MAUgT96Dts
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KcLaJalSSiY

The party continued till the wee hours but the meaning of wee hours is a bit different in Bangalore.

Talk like a localaa

2007-10-15T12:00:00.000+05:30

Ten commandments:

1. Thou shall add "aa" after every word
eg. movieaa, waita

2. Thou shall make extensive use of "like anything"
eg. They'll drive like anything

3. Thou shall not discriminate between "t" and "th"
eg. Lalita==Lalitha

4. Thou shall use "come back again" instead of "repeat"
eg. Please come back again

5. Thou shall repeat words at your will
eg. what what what, yup yup yup

6. Thou shall acknowledge everything with "that's what"
eg. A: That place is not a good place to go
B: Yeah, that's what.

7. Thou shall end up every sentence with a da,pa,ma
eg. wussup da !

8. Thou shall use "ya" as if its a part of the word "what"
eg. what ya, what's happening ?

9. Thou shall use "na, no" profoundly
eg. I told you no, you love me no.

10.Thou shall consider all other languages inferior to yours
No comments, no examples.

Alone I bleed

2007-10-10T10:57:00.000+05:30

Solitude has been my companion
Today I am afraid of being alone

I've been living this twisted life
Today I am afraid of being torn

Hurt was the way of living
Today I am afraid of this pain

I've been fighting this insanity
Today I am afraid of being sane

19 things nobody wants to know

2007-10-08T13:16:00.000+05:30

Recently came across a phenomenon called "Tagging", thanks to Umang for tagging and explaining it too *grins*. You are supposed to answer a few questions in a honest way which reminded me of "Truth n Dare" days of college.
So, here it goes...

1.Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it
I've got loads of them but my favorite one is one just above my upper lip, makes me "The Scarface" :D

It was my birthday and I was going to a temple on a rickshaw when I met with an accident and got this one as my birthday gift (Another reason for making it to favorites list) with few others.

2.What does your phone look like?

I've got a couple of them,a 6630 and a 6585, both by Nokia and both of them look like normal mobiles with a screen and a keypad. But it will change soon with an iphone (Merits of being single and earning ;-)), any operator listening, I am willing to buy one ??

3.What is on the walls of your bedroom?
A pale yellow paint with a few cobwebs, spiders and lizards thrown here and there. Who knows someday I'll wake up a spiderman.

4. What is your current desktop picture?

Requires any description ??

5. Do you believe in gay marriage?

I won't mind attending one but I am not interested, thank you, hehe, kidding. On a serious note, everyone has right to select his/her partner.

6. What do you want more than anything right now?
Money, loads of it. I want to buy my parents and myself, lots of stuff. So, the more, the better.

7. What time were you born?

Frankly speaking, I don't remember the time but it was Sunday for sure which explains my laziness *yawns*

8. Are your parents still together?
Yes.

9. Last person who made you cry?
No one. I don't cry :

10. What is your favourite perfume/cologne ?
Ulric De Varens

11. What kind of hair/eye color do you like in the opposite sex?

Brunette but that's not a preference at all. It doesn't matter what colour it is as long as it suits you.

12. What are you listening to?
Bumping my music-Ray Cash

13. Do you get scared of the dark?
Nope, not any more. There were times when this was true but I was 6-7 years old then.

14. Do you like pain killers?
No, I hate medicine and avoid them to the extent possible.

15. Are you too shy to ask someone out?
I shouldn't be mentioning this over here but the honest answer to that question is yes.

16. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?

Darn, I wish this question was asked a couple of mins back and I could have thought of numerous things. But thinking of eating something, just after having a heavy lunch is a bit difficult.Hmmm, one large icecream scoop please, slurrppp.

17. Who was the last person who made you mad?
Me myself, I can act very stupid sometimes.

18. Who was the last person who made you smile?
A friend who called to discuss a comment to an essay ;-)

19. Is someone in love with you?

I loved Umang's answer to this and same applies to me too. So, keeping the spirit of a true modern Indian alive, I'll copy that "no one I am aware of is in love with me..though loads of people I know love me..and they are the ones who matter the world to me :)"

Phew, that made me think. My brain needs some rest now. So, adios amigos.

Oh yes, almost forgot, Tag Time.. Crazy Crazy and Deedee

Nepenthes

2007-10-06T12:24:00.000+05:30

Something is thrusting my heart

maybe your thoughts and face

I still hear the tingling laughter

Your auster beauty

and moulded shape

You have entered through

the rusted door

And occupied

the quarter with force

My will flies away

to stop you

You have grown as a part

of my life

and me

Tomorrow I will see

and tell you something-

You are a clever thief

Paradigm shift

2007-10-05T12:35:00.000+05:30

Yes, I know and agree that the new theme doesn't match or suit the contents but does this signify something ? Yes, it does, in the sense that I have been observing some changes in me lately. The usual sadness is giving way to happiness, without any specific reasons. Maybe I've got tired of it but will it persist too and if yes, for how long ? Will I transform back to usual self, who knows. Because nothing remains constant but change itself.

But till then, let the good times roll...

Red hot chili peppers

2007-09-26T07:03:00.000+05:30

Chilly chilly burning so bright

red and green giving me a fright

I wonder why you are steaming so hot

seething with what thoughts I know not..

Courtesy-Umang (umangexuberance)

Eat me, drink me and be merry

2007-09-22T20:10:00.000+05:30

Doesn't matter what you say

or what you do

try being parasitic

I won't let you

I don't ask for anything

don't expect to give

I only yearn for things

I need to live

I know that you use me

its not so hard to see

but so do I use you

Its symbiotic baby

Sex amidst ringtones

2007-09-18T08:59:00.001+05:30

I had something romantic and sensuous in my mind but somehow ended up with this which seems an "Eastern Economy Edition" of it, well, an alternate way to pronounce cheaper version. Why should I call my own write as cheap *grins*

There she was standing
in the shadows dark
the sculptured body silhouetted
against the backdrop of
lust simmering into steam
warm breaths creating a music
with the raised heartbeats
the eyes met eyes and
mirrored the feelings
wrapped in my arms
those eyes succumbed
and I to her gentle embrace
lips were locked and
escorts removed
two bodies melting into one
soul into soul,skin into skin.....

......and yes,from dusk till dawn
the phones kept ringing

Because I love my Job

2007-09-12T02:34:00.000+05:30

A jarred closet beneath
a sheath of cobwebs

lying, dying
eroding, degrading
upon a cranky stool
sits a man waiting
a blank gaze
neural molestation
a raped soul
tortured, slain
a look of disdain
inadvertent trite
poison instilled of
pompous stride
He waits and waits ....

Dissection

2007-09-11T03:17:00.000+05:30

I don't know the key to success but the key to failure is trying to please everybody. But on a second thought, can trying not to please anyone lead to failure again ?

In Indian scenario where performance is considered secondary to 'Balls Licking', does this statement still holds true and if its not universally applicable, should it be considered a statement at all. After all, facts are facts only if they are facts everywhere.

Now, is that also true ? A fact can be a fact somewhere but may not be correct under different set of circumstances or conditions prevailing. So what is the definition of a fact. Should we divide them into "Universally Applicable Sayings" and "Locally Applicable Sayings".

Now how to define a scope or boundary to demarcate a local from a universal. Should a single violation of applicability reduce a fact or saying to a locally applicable one ? Moreover what should be the judgement criterion for checking its applicability. Who is going to define them ???

Wasted Feelings

2007-09-06T01:40:00.000+05:30

Its all coming back to me
The way it was before
This pain is so intense
You can't feel it anymore

It becomes your second nature
It becomes a part of life
They no longer seem to exist
meaning of suffering and strife

You know that they use you
You suffer each night and day
For shoulder you always needed
The price you agreed to pay

It tears you from the inside
It cuts you down and deep
Buried under heaps of sorrow
You're denied of peaceful sleep

Life's full of wasted old feelings
put into prose and verse
But when the doomsday comes
atleast get me a new hearse

The weekend tale

2007-09-03T00:34:00.000+05:30

Its time for something off the league. Last weekend was an XL one, courtesy me working on Saturdays for last couple of weeks. It started on Wednesday, yes, I know, yippee. But its not as rosy'n fun as it sounds as all the friends had to attend their corresponding offices. So sleeping, eating and watching TV, all the way to Friday night, yeah, lame but couldn't think of anything else.

Comes Friday night and off to a drive on the bike, first to a friend's house but "Sir" is busy and so is everybody else. What next ? Drive alone ?? OK....a quick dash to the MG Road and Man ! Loved the weather !! But while returning, the bike stops in the middle of the road, lots of kicks but it won't budge, checked the fuel, everything seems good, still. Good weather, empty roads, everything fades away with the sweat sweated away in the attempt to start it. Anyways, after some wasted time and frustration, it starts somehow. Meanwhile something else happened as well which will be continuing till next day but I won't be mentioning it here. It was a story in itself so might make it a separate post.

So, after all the hassles,back to house and off to bed, Friday night is over. Saturday morning started a bit earlier than expected, thanks to the linked incident which started last night and ended in the evening. Anyways, everything was planned for Saturday, thankfully. First to shopping and then to a movie at night "The Invasion" starring Daniel Craig and Nicole Kidman. The star cast sounds impressive but trust me, movie isn't. Sounds like a weekend gone bad, not really. A friend suggests a restaurant named "Paparazzi", funky eh ?

Starts part post interval, call it, let the good times roll....the place is uber cool, a lounge on 10th floor with great view of the whole city at night. There is a sense of high-society feel to it. Great ambiance, great music with good food to boot and I'm already loving it. Tried some dishes with names never heard before, can't pronounce them even now but all in all, they were good. The dinner is done with some great chat over the food and time to head back to home.

Sunday is all about getting up late, lazying around, ordering food, some home chores, Oh yes ! bachelors baby ! some TV and whole Sunday is gone. Now what, preparing self for Monday Morning Blues which would stretch till next Friday comes. Good Night then....

Pathos

2007-09-02T23:46:00.001+05:30

Alright, here is the latest write. I know, its kind of kiddish...hmmm....well, to be honest, it sucks but that won't stop me from posting it here because if something of yours isn't good, you don't leave it just because it isn't good, it doesn't work that way for me, am not "Mother Nature" afterall :P

Moreover, its one of my fastest writes lately.

These eyes
they want to cry
but they can't
I'm a boy afterall

This throat
it wants to scream
but it can't
I'm sane afterall

This heart
it wants to share
but it can't
I'm alone afterall

This mind
it wants to have peace
but it can't
I'm not numb afterall

These wrists
they want a cut
but I can't
I'm not weak afterall

These ears
they want to listen
but they can't
There's no one to talk afterall

Fickle Brain

2007-08-24T10:57:00.000+05:30

Sitting alone here in this room
thinking what is wrong with me
When everyone is enjoying the bloom
I am longing to be free

The shackles that hold me here
those shackles are self made
I've chained my mind, my heart
Soul lying on the edge of blade

My existance no longer exists
I'm a living dead piece of meat
I sense no chill in the wind
My body can't feel the heat

I try so hard to hide it
is that what makes it show
They get to meet a happy me
My heart pumps pain with blood flow

But why this self imposed exile
Why when I don't want it
Why this tormenting of myself
This question is endless pit

Present Lost

2007-08-07T12:43:00.000+05:30

Have tried something new this time. Though the topic remains same, as always, have changed structuring a bit, see if you can make out.

This heartache this pain
This pain is insane
Insane are all thoughts
Thoughts thought in vain

It ain't easy being lonely
Lonely in the crowd
Crowded with chocking feelings
Feelings once made you proud

The emotions are imprudent
Imprudent to the core
Core of this all is look
The look that you wore

Life is made of bondings
These bondings are sore
Sore is the meaning of life
This life is a whore

New kid on the Blog

2007-07-28T23:15:00.001+05:30

http://pulkitpopli.blogspot.com/

Diabolic

2007-07-25T05:23:00.000+05:30

I have been observing a consistent decline in my IQ lately which is quite disturbing. I wonder if it can have a negative value. Bear with it till you can. One more TAJ MAHAL of poor poetry:

Oh yeah,I am me !

Why should I pretend,

what I can't be !!

Is it ineluctable,

to act normal !

I hate you all,

why being formal !!

Living in this world,

devoid of life !

Goring someone with,

blunt edge of knife !!

Full of filth from,

sepulcher nearby !

Gazing at death's

charms by the sly !!

Cold and freezing,

rime of grime !

waiting for something,

shrill and sublime !!

Global Warming..

2007-07-15T04:48:00.001+05:30

A picture is worth a thousand words !!

You are invited

2007-07-12T05:53:00.000+05:30

Have tried something new this time, though not really liked what came out, still !!

Can you teach me
to define someone in words
Its hard to paint
random thoughts in herds

Is it possible to bind
that austere beauty
those lips so red
luscious locks on duty

Big sparkling eyes
they tease and they chaffer
diamonds are girls' best friend
are these what they refer

Can you teach me
to define someone in words
Its hard to paint
random thoughts in herds

What to compare with
that face so white
A thousand of watts
that smile so bright

But how to console
a heart deprived;
the invitation to
her wedding arrived...

Duh...

2007-07-05T02:56:00.001+05:30

Beauty fades, dumb is forever ......

Nobody

2007-06-02T22:29:00.000+05:30

Have you ever felt
being a nobody

Have you ever dealt
the words they say
the melting of mind
the moral fray

When nobody likes
being with you
When everybody avoids
being seen wih you

Have you ever felt
being a nobody

Have you ever seen
the hate in their eyes
When nobody understands
your pain, your plight

When nobody wants
to talk to you
When nobody is there
to walk with you

Have you ever felt
being a nobody

I lie here

2007-05-27T17:34:00.000+05:30

No heavy words, yet ...

Betrayed and lone
I lie here
shattered and torn
I lie here

Voices inside
I hear nothing
shadows beside
I see nothing

Agony and pain
I lie here
despaired and slain
I lie here

Twitches inside
I feel nothing
choking and dying
I breath nothing

Cold and waiting
I lie here
This is the day
I die here

Black

2007-05-27T16:30:00.000+05:30

This is not mine but this definately belongs to me, painful yet adorable....

Sheets of empty canvas
Untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me
As her body once did
All five horizons
Revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed
Has taken a turn
and all I taught her was everything
I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands
Chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything
the pictures have
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by
Some kids at play
I can feel their laughter
So why do I sear Oh,
and twisted thoughts that spin
Round my head I'm spinning
Oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can,
drop away...
And now my bitter hands
Cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures had
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything
All the love gone bad
Turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see
All that I am
All I'll be...
I know someday
you'll have a beautiful life
I know you'll be a sun
In somebody else's sky
But why Why Why can't it be
Why can't it be mine

Shorty

2007-05-26T18:56:00.000+05:30

Screaming like a siren
as iron rubs iron
you wait for it to happen
but don't want it to
this gets onto ur brain
as a driver sans train
stakes and tensions high
who cares u live or die
they'll expect you to work
but will treat u like jerk
You hate that gaze
rat in crystal maze
you ask how long you suffer
but there is only one answer
You'll get used to dying
You'll get used to...

2007-05-05T05:56:00.001+05:30

The only sane response to the insane world is to lose your mind

मेरा भारत महान

2007-04-14T06:12:00.000+05:30

अब हिंदी शुरू हो गयी मामू

Re-search@night

2007-04-11T02:21:00.000+05:30

Tensions add to tensions

Anguish springs from anguish

Sorrow rests on sorrow

Cravings feed on all

Terrors rise in terrors

Regrets float on regrets

Fear gathers fear

Envy curses all

Confusion sows confusion

Ignorance enthrones ignorance

Weakness causes weakness

Pride shatters all

Going gray is like ejaculating: you know it can happen prematurely, but when it does it comes as a total shock

One life is all we have and we live it as we believe in living it. But to sacrifice what you are and to live without belief, that is a fate more terrible than dying.

Mortalification

2007-03-23T12:59:00.000+05:30

The state of transition
from one hell to another
You are not alive
but you ain't dead either

Your breathing is done
but lungs longing for more
memories fading from mind
a feeling of calm
a state of numb

Your body feeling lighter
with the weight of earth
on your chest

Everything moving in circles
clouding your mind
your heartbeat is violent
your senses are silent
your body minus soul
it leaves you very cold

You losing your sane
You can't feel pain
'cuz life is a whore
You gotta be its pimp

2007-03-14T20:03:00.000+05:30

Happy Birthday to me.......

So, My Blog My Wish !!

I owe all

2007-02-27T23:27:00.000+05:30

Kind Attn:
The following post is in accordance with the promise I made in the previous post titled "Just Gibberish" dated Feb. 25, 2007 regarding posting something defying the themes of posts posted so far. HAHAHAHAHA........

Now this I call real Gibberish !! The thing following this is not exactly what I promised but I hope you'll like it and even if you don't, who cares, hehehe.......

I loved you, loved at first sight

have lean cheeks,

thirst on sunken eyes

An unquestionable spirit,

a beard neglected

I owe all, yet you say

I love you not

My better parts are thrown down

that which here

stands up is but aquintain

without your love

this is lifeless block

I owe all, yet you say

I love you not

My bosom burns with fruitless passions

I reflect a dropped acorn,

wounded Knight. My genuine

love blooms every hour

And I to live and die your slave

I owe all, yet you say

I love you not ......

Just Gibberish !!!

2007-02-25T23:48:00.000+05:30

God !! Last few days have been really busy...have started something but have not been able to complete, lack of time. Yesterday I went to LANDMARK, a book shop and saw a book "I love my job" and I was wondering what kind of idiot person can like his/her job, my job SUCKSSSS ....

Now, again I have to reach office by 8 in the morning,can you believe that ! Getting up this early and going to office, I dunno why my manager is doin these kind of things....

Nevermind, have to go, Paapi pet ka sawaal hai (now if you don't understand Hindi, which happens to be my mothertongue, that line meant, have to do to earn my bread)....

And yeah !! A few people said that I should post something romantic over here so Guys ! I am working on it and will definately post something over here soon, till then Tally hoOOOOO (Got to wake up early)

Soul Surfer

2007-02-19T16:07:00.000+05:30

I guess I've been thinking a lot these days. This is not something dark in real terms but treads along the greyer lines. Its about liking of living on your own terms, about searching for a better life ....

Why can't I live my way
Why do I have to pay
for things I tend not to do
Facts they force may not hold true

They'll tell you to live strong
They'll tell you to live long
Why do you fear mortality
How do you define morality

Who are they to define wrongs and rights
How will they justify all wars, all fights

Where is the place, there is no sound
Where is that place, no one is around
This is the place I want to see
This is the place I need to be
Why is it wrong to live sinfully !!

Worthy of Hell

2007-02-18T23:56:00.000+05:30

Guess who's back
Back again

Shady's back !!!

Oops,I think I just made a copyright violation....By the way,Shady is GOD, this guy rocks but this blog is not about him, this is my place so better leave him out of this place and do what I do.

So, its not shady who is back here, it is me.....

This thing involves a bit of questioning that evolves in my mind. God ! I miss my mind :-(

I guess there ia a plan for all of us,
who's to plan the plan of the plans.
The poison ivy covering the walls from inside,
who's to decide the last exit.

The sons' of satan are on the prowl,
and I've been fighting the eagles alone,
the body pieces flying apart,
who's to decide I'm dead or alive.

To find the spear of destiny,
I've to die twice,
but who's to decide who is,
even worthy of hell.

Hmmm, rhyming is missing but is that necessary, I don't think so !!!

RED RAIN !!

2007-02-13T20:31:00.000+05:30

Here I go again, god help me and all the readers , AMEN !!!

Darkness all around,
no sight no sound !
A blanket of mist,
from the nature's list !!

Lichens crawling up the trees !
Sucking up their sap for free !!
Slime slinging off the walls !
That's where slithering creatures,
Begin to crawl !!

Steam gushing out from land !
It smells distinct,
a burning human hand !!

I slipped onto something,
but avoided the clash !
You need to be careful,
in the puddle of flesh !!

Its all wet, wet in red !
'Cuz the rain is dripping,
and its raining DEAD !!

....and they say LIFE is Beautiful

2007-02-10T00:05:00.000+05:30

Here comes my first logical entry. I wrote this thing 2 night back, dunno what was running through my mind, never mind, here it goes.....

The blood dripping out of my brain
Its so numb, you feel no pain

Why do you expect something from me
Why it matters what I happen to be
Why can't you let me live free
Or atleast die peacefully

My self gets tossed in numerous flips
Bearing the pain of relationships

They say I need a soul refinement
GET LOST !!
I'll find my peace in solitary confinement

You can find people fighting for life
but how many have you seen
fighting the life

I am a warrior, drowning in blood
clinging to the immortal shell
the shell called death

Welcome

2007-02-09T22:47:00.000+05:30

First things first,

I am not an avid blogger, this is just a scribbling place for me so if you don't like anything over here, don't crib, just leave, its as easy as that.

You want to keep me down !

You got to work very hard !!

You dont like my sound !

You need a get well card !!

You think I'm blunt !

You want some human hunt !!

You wish you send me hate message flood !

Then why dont you come over and relish my BLOOD !!

You don't like my attitude !! Again, leave, I won't mind. But if you like what I am doing over here, I'll be glad to know.

All sorts of comments are welcome (try to avoid obsceneties).

So, that's it ......

WELCOME TO MY PLACE