Live.Laugh.Love.

While it's bizarre for modern writers to write about grimness, and macabre, this is my try, with an 19th centurish touch of American Literature. For those who won't understand bits and pieces, this is a outcry on times of today- unpredictable, merciless, ever-testing. And always I keep hoping that, Why isn't life similar to a fiction- Concocts, both illustrious and affray While I've burned all my tomorrows, And am burning my appertaining, today.. But anything is better than this agony, This, derisive thrust by time onto life, Of shadow and doubt, hideous, colossal, Has given a damp memory busying itself Among forbidden things, and endeavors, Frequent and thoughtful, inside a struggle, To gather from state of nothingness, my soul, Which dreamed of success, of a high epoch, And conjured up happy remembrances. A heart which is the biggest fan of Hope, Lies now in unnatural stillness, vague horror, As if a ghostly train has run over it. The limitless bonds, diminishing wo...

Disclaimer: This article is intended for peers only. Biggies(or youths) who find this irrational and disrespecting, are not advised to read along. I am not responsible for direct, indirect, incidental or consequential damages resulting from any inspirational or eye-opening remark. Before going through this article, please note that I am NOT THE FAMILY MAN KINDA PERSON. I am fairly different, from exploring places to reading novels to watching contemporaries to spending time alone. I do what I like and mind it, it has got to do nothing with those "You surely disrespect your family" and "You don’t know about the real world, son" type stereotype statements. That’s why, if you flinch on reading this and start with usual monotones like " He is selfish" or "At present he is blinded" I give a shit. This (blogging) is the best option to pour my shit out. So, my destruction of Indian Society, its people and its values continues yet again. Ever wonde...

I love the stereotype Indian Society for one compelling factor, it never leaves you wanting for more, whatever be the topic. Those who get enraged while reading this, please don't mind, as main tumhe chodke baki sabki maa-behen karne wala hun! Well, had there been a bike, or car, I would've preferred this as a silent protest to the outrageous hike in petrol prices, but, whatever be the reason, I have been traveling in the Delhi Metro quite a lot these days. These frequent metro rides have been tiresome, entertaining, convenient and irritating at the same time. Tiresome, because getting a seat is as probable as backbenchers in school scoring in History. Rare and joyous. Convenient, because, Oh! eco-friendly ko goli maro it saves me from traveling by auto-rickshaws, which is worse, facing the intolerable heat and some arrogant drivers. Entertaining and irritating are two sides of a coin; what irritates me on some days, entertains me on others (“good mood days”). Source of the e...

It's a place where you can always look for a friend, Who's filling empty lives and considered a godsend.. Who reads your wall posts and who likes all the crap, Comments about all posts, otherwise dull at best.. Chatting and posting about almost anything you please, Hopefully everyone behaves nice and never dislikes.. Post your favorite photos for the chosen ones to see.. Friends better "like" them or comment pleasantly! "I can't believe you really ate a thousand puchkas on that day!" Sorry, but reading silly achievements is just fucking lame! How much useless it be, I seemingly give in to the shit, It gives me one small hope, from turning my brains to shit! I don't want to kill this realm of, as you say, the mindless bore, It's at least better than talking with friends you don't like anymore!

The dark quiet hours of the night. Even the hazy wasteland of the day turns into a beautiful creation. I see nighttime through the fractured lense of an occasional insomniac. People sleep when I stir. I doze as others awaken. I never know whether this is becoming into an habit or this is just the heat not letting peaceful sleep surround me. Even the online world is quiet at my normal midnight. My loved ones certainly are. The dark of night has exclusive hold on feelings and sensations the daylight can vanquish. A loneliness born of half dreams and a mind left defenseless by an exhaustion too complete for mere sleep. You would think that – after someone spends several days with little sleep at night and reaches the point where he can’t finish a sentence and his brain is mushy enough to be mistaken for cottage cheese – well, you would think he would easily fall asleep the instant he falls back into bed. You would think that. But I don't. I long for the beautiful night in a place un...

There are men like whom we want to be, men like whom we hate to be, and then there are men like whom we hate to be but we love to have them around. Don't over-expect, it's long but nothing like the past days of frustration! Well, for starters, let’s have a look at how do different people behave in a post-graduation college: 1.There's this rich guy, who acts like he's born in a casino in Las Vegas, with a Blackberry & a couple of skinny girls around. Normally, he's up partying & booing others but when near the teacher, he's like so serious that he literally sucks the green of a borrowed pen! Like it's a lollipop. And I'm not talking about him letting it simply touch his lips. I'm talking about him SUCKING IT. God help us all. 2. There's this girl in glasses & out-of-sort-tights. But she has a tendency to waggle her pen like she's conducting a ballet concert. I'm sure this allows information to better flow through the cha...

Old & ranting sun, broken white clouds' cover, silence of the chaotic life and I. Up on a cozy bed in a house full of things unknown, unused & unattended to; great food, laughter and total relaxation is what my heart aches for and here I am in my small home in this vaguely familiar city. While the touch of black leather cover and crisp white pages of a diary would have been sensuous, it will be difficult to underplay the usefullness of this blog containing all the good-and-bad of my life. Why did I start a blog? Who will read it anyway? Is it safe to bare your deepest darkest secrets, desires? Is there a glint of desperation in my eyes or do I always become delirious the moment someone interrupts or interferes? Anyways what I need today, is a day of freedom. I guess I should shed my polluted skin and then breathe free. I know some rainy day I will open up the room and spill the un-needed on the sidewalk only to make space for more but then it is better than things taking ...