of tetrapak and hot girls who are interested in me

the deluded view on various topics - chapter 21 section 75


tetrapak

yup.

youre walking, you havent had anything to eat since morning and then, suddenly, you see.

a goddess.

juice.

200 ml of fruity goodness.

with a straw.

and when youre almost done.
you suck.(thats what she said ;) )

you try to take in that last 30 ml of juice.
effing straw.
you tilt the pack, put the straw to its ideal position. squeeze. suck.
but, there's still some left.
effing straw.

you shake the pack, you feel it, the tempting juice.

you want it.

200 ml of fruity goodness that you'll never completely have.


but it will, never, give itself up.
(the juice probably thinks something like- you can have my body, but not my heart, huh?)

and you give up.
and your day shall be bad.

thats why I like appy.
at least they have the sense of putting a peel away on top. so you can have that last bit too.

more to the point, look what frooti has as a publicity poster.

pretttyy suggestive.(thats what he said)





NOT THAT THERE'S ANYTHING WRONG WITH IT.

is there?
*looks innocently





ahem.

now to the second part of the post.

I know what youre thinking.

what about the hot girls who are interested in me, you ask?

where are the hot girls who are interested in me, you ask?

exactly.

if you find them, please redirect here.

thanks.

when it all comes tumbling down

take a step forward
and dont ever look back.

was what you had decided, wasnt it?

its just a gash.
this scar will heal, you thought.
it isnt so bad, It can be lived with.

was what you reasoned to yourself, wasnt it?

everything, is in the end, temporary.
I'll change myself.
and then everything will be fine.

was what you planned, wasnt it?

that night, with a heavy heart
and eyes so wet
you slept

so you could dream of a better ending, right?

people are logical.
people are just.
the world can be fair, you just need to trust

was what you hoped for, didnt you?




life, is supposed to be a straight line
so that you can go forwards, with each step

but, now youre in a circle
that you keep coming back to

and you wonder.
why.

is it even worth it?
Im righteous, but why is the world still so cruel?
it isnt fair, was it ever just?
I cannot forget, those feelings are too deep

is what you think now.

and I.
I cant give you any hope.

the questions you ask.
the thoughts you think.

I cant hope to ever answer them, no one can.

the pain you carry. shall always pierce.
but, the paths you took, are worth remembering
the parts you carved, are worth keeping
even if there is a price.

maybe one day, you'll find another shoulder
to help carry your burden
because you carry the greatest weight of all
but you cannot share it

youre made that way, right?
to carry, without flinching
the turmoil stays within
the empty smile you give
is mistaken for being shallow
but they look at your lips


and not your eyes, do they?


but, remember.

all things, that give, dont always have to recieve
the wind that touches your face
shall always be there
never leaving
always giving.

and the only true feelings that I can pass on to you
is one of belief.
the burden, you can carry,
and only you can carry it

you'll shed these tears again.
so that no one else has to.

you'll do it.

because,
youve never been pure.
but youve always been good.

and as I see you

walking on that thorny road.
with nothing for company but the wind.

you look at me
and smile
a smile you learned to smile, through your tears
a smile of companionship, of love, of laughter and of pain
a smile of the world

and I stare into those eyes
that best shade of brown

you pierce me
and I see you
like you should be seen
the greatest, you have always been

and I smile back

for I shall never forget.
these unchanged feelings you shared.
these unsaid words I felt.

filler: the reason to be be be....scared

yes, my friends.

I have just escaped an international calamity.

my bus was about to be blown up, but deluded, becomes the hero and saves the day!


let me explain.

yours truly, was riding the bus. going back to his room after a long journey.
just being normal.
sleeping in the bus.
and then HE came in.

the local don.
how I do I know that he's a don?

simple.

fully clothed in white? check
4 wives and 10 children in tow? check
white turban? check
golden chain around neck? check
golden glasses? WTF! check!
golden rolex? check!
big huge pack in his hands which he guards with his life? check!

uptil now, he could just be an innocent foreigner from saudi arabia(you oil-runs-in-your-veins you!)
but then, on closer inspection. the rolex is a fake.

so?
so.

if you can afford a family of 20, god everything, but not a real rolex watch, youre a localite.
hence he can only be a local kannada don. or a suicide bomber.

at this point, I dared to take a picture.





someone call the bomb squad!!!

hence he turns and punches. and then since he has been exposed, goes out, disgusted.

deluded takes 95 points of damage and saves the day!
one hit, taken for the public! yay me!

just, someone do something about this swelling on my face.



in other news.

I went on a guy's shopping spree.
whats that mean?
food. food. drinks. and a four letter word that all guys buy but dont tell any girls about.
what did you think a guy's shopping is like?
clothes? get a life.
it took a total of 5 mins that.

also

I have a cold.
which led me to ponder.

what a girl thinks if she catches a cold: damn. I have a cold! now my nose will be all red and runny! and my makeup! oh god! what will happen when he sees me! ho god! just kill me now! f*cking cold!

what a guy thinks if he catches a cold: damn. I have a cold! now I wont be able to smell what I eat! or a hot girl's perfume! dayum. oh. wait. if I fart I dont smell it. if I dont take a bath, doesnt matter! this fucking rocks dude!

okay. okay. its what we THINK. not DO.
who would be crazy enough to DO that?

not me.
I wouldnt DO that.
nor any guy!
but its always good to have an option!
even if you dont DO it.

anyway. since you always complain I never say anything about myself in post.
the next 3 posts will be an insight into the deluded mind. IF you want it to be, that is.

P.S. see the emphasis on the word - DO?

hot girls of blogger,


please do me.

Uncensored

something I'd written a while ago...




have you ever wondered.......what love is like?

its like the smell of the earth after the first rain.
fresh. refreshing. something that you have never felt before.
something that comes only once. something you'll never experience
again. something you can recall whenever you want.

its like the fresh breeze that you feel against your face in the night.
it takes away your sleep. it runs its hands through your hair. it
messes up what youre wearing. but you never want it to stop.

its like the feel of your blanket on a cold morning.
its warm. its soft. you need it, and you feel that it needs you as
well. you never want to get out of it.

its like that last few licks from a jar of nutella.
its sweet. its like heaven. you know you will never get bored of it.
and you wish you had more. much more.

its like that milkshake you love so much.
when you're the milk then it's the flavour, it makes anything much
more wonderful.
when you're the flavour then its the milk, it gives you sustance, and
you feel youre a part of something so much bigger.

I couldnt give enough words to this feeling that I get around you.
when I try, I understand what drowning in a sea of words means. its
everywhere around you, but you can hardly get any words out of your
mouth


hey there delilah
have you ever felt.....................scared?

that its too risky to take that step?

that it might not last?

that this might just be like everything else that you've gone through?

that this might not be worth that much?

that I'll go away?


dont be scared delilah.

it might be risky, but Im a good investment.

it will last. we'll make it last.

things have changed after these few days. I have changed. you have
changed. the world is different, when we're together.

its worth it. lets take this step together.

I'll never go away. I'll always be right here, waiting for you. no
matter what. I promise.



so delilah,

take your time.

and I'll wait.
because you made me a plus-minus person from the zero base person I was.
because you gave me light in this world of dark.
because its worth it.

and mostly because

I love you.

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.