this isnt a blogging site, its a social networking site, you idiot!

nothing big today.

just some thoughts and some questions.


was talking to friend A, from blogspot

who then told me about how blogger B and blogger C had a fight, and how blogger D got it together for them.

then talked to friend X, who gossipped about blogger Z and blogger W making out.

and blogger H trying to kill himself.


and there was just one thing going through my mind.

WTF!

did I miss something there?

some dandy revolution of sort?

not since 8th class, where I overlooked the green revolution by mistake(Im sorry Dogra maam!) have I ever missed a single revolution. I even followed the chaddi revolution!



I only know 5 ppl from blogger, who I talk to and who know my name

and here I find out that every person who's blog page Ive ever read, know each other.

and mayhaps, half of them might have slept with each other.





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aah. yes.

now to the questions part.

how come everyone of you know each other?

and why why why am I not in this 'hip' contact list of yours?

am I that that not worth knowing?

and do you have glasses on you net freak junkie you?

alright. just kidding.
the last statement was purely a joke
*winks

hot girls of blogger, please touch me

whisky, vodka and (hic) milk!

drunk people have their own reasons.
random thoughts heard from random people.



Im not drinking
that golden colour, cant you see! its honey, honey! honey and water.

when you look at it, its only 30 percent alcohol
so, those werent 3 shots......that was just one shot, and the rest was water

Im not high yo!
I just have this tendency to randomly hug other girls wearing red.

vodka isnt a drink, its water.
to wipe your ass with.

Im being responsible.
Im drinking it all so that there wont be any left for you guys, then you can go lead full 'fruity' lives. Im sacrificing for you guys man!

why do I drink?
do you ask a rose why it has thorns?(girlA answers)
do you ask a person why they fart? its personal man. per-son-al (guyA)
do you ask kids why they eat ice cream?(guyB)
do you ask mariah carey why she has big b**bs? (guyC)
do you ask doubts in class????(girlB)

when you piss, its the same colour right?
Im just replenishing what Ive lost

no no man. this is how we were born. and this is how I shall live. never forget your heritage man, never (guy while taking off his shirt)

this is how the matrix guy dodged bullets man. BULLETS!(stagerring drunk)


and my personal favourite.

you idiots!
its not on backwards!
my pants are the latest thing for people suffering from diarrhoea
you know, you just open the zipper and then drop the bombs.
see! thats so logical. so less troublesome.

The Encounter Specialist

another train journey.
another story to tell.

Navy jerk Vs Dark Wader


almost missed the train.
this is going to be one sucky train ride.
lower birth in a kuntry-looking sleeper class bogey.
no laptop. no charge in phone. nothhing to read. not even an upper birth to sleep the whole thing in.
nothing but a deo in my bag(comes handy when you pass a gutter-river thingie on train, which ARE so common nowadays) to console me

It might not be so bad.
I can look at blackwaters of kerala and shit. oh, I meant backwaters, backwaters.
thought I, as I dozed off to oblivion.

shut the hell up, was my first thought as I was woken up by this huge baritone.
my god, do they still make people who talk this loud? wasnt that back in the 80's?

I got a glimpse of him.
shouting off for half an hour to his dad on the phone.
every 3rd word being interspersed with 'rear-admiral'(haha, REAR admiral)
and this huge effing card with indian navy personnel written on it.
trying every bit to raise his voice and flash that card. and act cool.

Interesting.
I recognised the signs.
he must be barely out of school.
attention seeking to the extreme.

the fish you dont seek, shall always be the one thats in the area around your boat.
but, its fish, nonetheless.
english speaking fish too.

hi there. he started it, as I expected.
hello.
Im Amit ******, blah blah blah(life history).
Im Deluded, no details yet.
nice to meet you.
aaah. so.......youre in the navy huh?(bait)
yeah. I just got recruited in it. 18 and now life's set huh?(in a conspiratory tone)
hmm. yeah.

he talks to me as if Im an equal, not recognising that I could well be much more than that.
thought a much ignored part of me, waking up. someone, who I like to call, dark wader(sooooo subtle, feh.)

hmmmm. it doesnt help that I DO look younger. bah.

as expected, he started to boast.

his, wasnt a college, it was an "academy" , a "commandant"

with that, it started on the usual course of conversation between 2 college guys.

Ragging.

oh, you guys know nothing. yours is just so simple and uncomplicated. OUR seniors beat the crap out of us
(proud your voice be. yes, our seniors are so disrespectful. they prefer not to hit. oh DAMN!)
they started us off by slapping us each hard a hundred times.
they even used hockey sticks.
they broke my leg, but I couldnt complain or go to a medic. that would be a bad thing to do.(he said that happily)
haha. I was lucky though.
at least my back's still in one piece, my poor poor roommate, he cant even walk straight now.

aaah. I see.

Boasting about the selection process.

oh, you guys can get into any college easily(he assumed, of course that I was one low low standard guy). but its hard to get into the academy.
we have to get 70 percent in boards to qualify for it.
70 percent! unbelievable na?
its even harder than my brother, who's taking his 3rd drop for medical entrances.

umm. yeah. pretty unbelievable.


Girls.

ah, it must be pretty hard on you, since there are no girls in the 'academy' huh? I ventured
oh. you guys make me sick. who needs girls? I can get any chick I want off the face of this planet(boast some more, you)
but, We're happy.
we get every physical stuff anyway, he winked

talk about extreme. I had HEARD about the rumours of homosexuality, but this.

he talked for hours.

and I realised.

he was like clay. easily molded. with utmost faith in whoever was molding him.
he'll be a good soldier, I admitted.

but, dark wader reigns.
I dreamt again. of dreams about power over others. ambitions.

I could see that shine in his eyes. If i was in that commandant, controlling him would be so easy.

people are easily influenced.
DW would make a good leader.

it was time to get off now.

wait, which course are you in?
3rd yr. MBBS.

dilatation of the pupils observed.
smirking of the face done.

and then, slept again, a part of me.

while the whiter side took an auto back to college.
thinking about how good it would feel, saving lives and helping people.

tomorrow

what......
what is this.

what is this feeling.

where am I?

oh, its still night
the sun hasnt come out yet.

but, where am I?

I feel grass.
and pebbles.
pricking my back and my neck and my head.

I can see shattered glass, next to me.

I can see open sky above me.
but why are there no stars?
why is there no moon?

its just dark. a black sea. upside down.
is that really the sky?

my head is throbbing.
its painful. like nothing else that Ive ever felt.
haemorrage?

my chest is wet. its drenched.
thick liquid.
am I leaking blood?

I cant feel my left arm. or my legs.

shit.
I cant move.
I cant get up.

what happened to me?

I can hardly breathe.
my chest heaves with each breath.
its painful.
its troublesome.

cant I just stop breathing?
Mmm.
that would be nice.
and it doesnt seem far off, I suppose. its only a matter of time now.

is this how death is like?

there's no dignity in it.
lying in the dirt like this.
death isnt the release of pain, its much more painful than any pain in life!
its sickening.
this waiting. before I finally end. this stupid waiting.

wait.

I dont want to die.
not yet.

am I fated to die like this?
with everything incomplete?
still a virgin?
still in college?

I want to live.
a bit more.

feh.
Im about to die.
and youre still on my mind.
even now.
get out.

wont you let me die peacefully?

noooooo!

maybe there's still hope.

maybe I can still survive.

if I shout.
If I scream.

someone.

save me.

someonee

Im about to die!


I can hear someone. coming.
its my roommate.

thank goodness.

"dude. youre totally wasted. you drank like shit dude. whatever. hangover or no hangover. get the f*ck up!"

phew.

all is well, it seems.

guest post : cheesy woman

do I need to say it?

this is a sentimental post from someone to their someone special

ANYONE WHO READS THIS AND DOES NOT COMMENT IS NOT STRAIGHT. SIMPLE.

or is darth vader.

back to the post.......


I didn't want to fall in love. Not after so many failed attempts.
I didn't want to open up to you. Not after having my heart broken so many times.
You know I'm scared to love, to feel, to let go of the plastic bubble that I've been living in.

Okay is this becoming one of those cheesy posts I swore I'd never write? I think it is. But what the hell. I'm learning to like cheesy, it makes me smile. I'm learning to love sweet nicknames, they make me giggle. I'm learning how to give kisses on the phone while dreaming about our first kiss. I'm learning that saying 'I love you' is not lame or needy. Romantic songs make me cry now, it's that bad!

You've opened me up to a range of emotions whose very existence I vehemently denied. And for that, I thank you.

I know you may not wait. I know we may not be. But for this, for making me whole... I love you.







ahem.

yes. that was really beautiful.

CW I hope you both work out.

if love is anything, then you must be swimming in it for him. he is truly a lucky guy.

best of luck. for your future together.

when you look at a cow, dont stare at its behind! thats RUDE!!

ahem.

first things first.

happy birthday to me. (now please wish me. Im already lacking in Bday wishes)(stupid too drunk to remember friends)

ahem ahem.

oh, yes.

and there's a party.

I always wanted this special day to come.

my own sweet sixteen party.
chocolates, cakes and grand food.
all my friends at one place.
and youre invited.
my mom always says that sixteen is a great age to be at. now I get to find out! yay!

woohoo

sweet sixteen!!!


oh.

wait.

Im 21.

nevermind.

cancel that invitation.

now that I know that I cant have a sweet sixteen party.....

I think I'll go cry in the corner.


hehe.

alright. back to the much more pressing issue.

new previously unknown hot girl discovered.

Marie Digby.




the girl who made me realise that all mexicans dont wear hats, are not short and unsexy and smelly, and fart really pretty looking pink farts


oh.

she's not mexican?

oh. oh.

nevermind.

she's hot and she sings well, so F**k you!



oh oh.

whats a Bday post without a dedication huh?

I would like to decimate this post to all the great people in my life(alessandra ambrosio, deepika padukone, katrina kaif, michelle branch and delilah(hey there delilah!))

and to sprite.

and milkshakes.



yosh.
that was so lame.

its time to get drink like Ive never drunk before.
milkshakes.

and then sleep.

Love and shite, shite is greek word for love, I suggest you to not read this

hehe.

guest post, by one of the MOST wonderful girls that I know,

who I call - My sweet honey (teehee, forgive me oh great one, I HAD to say that :P)


Once upon a time there was a guy in Sandland called, er, Owl. He had eyes as black as black grapes and a very sexy way of making you laugh. He was charming, in all the wrong proportions, but still charming. We were better off as friends and things were picture-perfect-partners-in-crime-ish until he decided to ask me out and ruin it. No, really. What we had was good but it was sooo complicated. Also, there were other reasons.

1) He lives some 100000 km away for most of the year save the summer.
2) I did NOT want to be his "summer fling".
3) He was a friend's ex.
4) ^That was no big problem as my friend and I were never I and my friend, if you know what I mean.
5) I still thought relationships were fucking overrated.

So I call it off, er, not very gracefully (& mourn about it into pillows and bathroom walls for what seems like an eternity). It really annoyed me that he wasn't half as pissed off as he should have been. When he went back he wrote to me saying we should stay in touch n stuff and I chose to ignore his mail. Nice move huh? :| (Totally, what bs i say :| ) He never mailed again and I convinced myself that blech, he was not my perfect guy anyway.

Side note: Ok, my perfect guy?
Should be a forum-trolling, nicotine-fixated, balding, dour,
indifferent, guileless hack-writer who has read Vonnegut and Camus,
can spell T-R-U-F-F-A-U-T and know that 400 Blows.avi isn't an
instructional video, possesses 7 GB+ porn on his hard drive, listens
only to sociopol rock and trims his armpit hair on birthdays 4 meeee. <3

=]]

Ahem, anyway, back to the Great Indian Sob Story. It was all okay-ish until I learnt that he is coming back this summer. Don't tell me I shouldn't "give a fuck about it since I ended it" like the others. Urgh. I know the amount of human emotion I’m capable of will shock you, but I have huge guilt-trips. I'm like the other guilt queen. And it's going to be awkward and awkward doesn't go down very well with me, just like, raw vegetables or sushi. Graaaaaaah.

End rant.




Soulful apologies for utter torturement.


Sigh.

Love,

ze sweet honey (:P teehee!)