Date- 03-05-2012
Location-self made ghettos
Back from blog hiatus. Oh my darling I missed you so. I ws away from internet and blogging..So if you will permit me,I would like to write something..So what to track out down with. I will stem everything that`s revolving around my so called burgeoning-social-life. Man its seems I been forced to stay in a isle with people who got different taste in their lives. . the cells inside me are folded into irregularities.. i find regularities in the life i want to life. After all that the meaning of the word freedom.
Exams are still on and I must dare say I will flung badly. Exams are what parameter??? To judge the temperamental and schmuck-field side of me. I hate to study and i love to proclaim it with a facile. All these days I was busy reading something and playing with my mobile camera. I was taking snaps of random things from my room.. yeah i read few books these month. I mean last month as i had nothing to do.
Book Reviews-
1.The average Indian male by Cyrus Brocha. His second book. Its good. I have read his first book `Karl Aaj aur kal` likeback in 2010 when I was in Baroda. . It was fucking hilarious. How thwo guys had chosen the media line and how finds it hard to juggle life. I am going to dial back to this current book. This is subjected to all male entities residing in the diff geographical areas of Indian. So fucking diverse . Comparing the battling life of male species and reading it was really fun. The bastard species. Its so different than this book ~males are from mars and women are from venus~ by John Gray I guess. I dunno remember the author`s name. Indian male seems to be the fodder for writes, tv serial and what not.
Whats with Indian Male? For exampli gratia ..They don’t stream it now a days. I liked it so much. Ah the anchor Indarani Dasgupta. her curly tress looks so good on her chiselled face. I love her. Fuck Indian tv should bubble up more with such succulent gossips and serial. Complaining everything is always good.
Second book which I Read is ~The science of self realisation~ by his Divine Grace Bhaktivendata Praphupada. My slake for Spiritual life. I was rived with many facts and the fully baked theory from the existence,birth and death . Rascals thinking and making civilization? We are not aware where we are heading to when we don`t know which way we are facing. Being a materialistic and deluding into a life which is illusion. This earth is not our real home. We seek for happiness but we are not ready to find the way to the utopian blissful place. Isckon is not about being a social deviant. It’s about discovering the value of existence. Knowing how we really are. I am not asking anyone to accept anything blindly but for god sake don`t reject anything without knowing it too. Blind rejecting something is not good. Vedic life is not a joke. Or those sages were not some crazy nuts to choose a seclude life and to mediate. To follow a Vedic life is not geriatric style in today`s generation. It`s about watering and sapping the consciousness level. What this lost soul inside us really wants?? .. Else all are just polished two legged animals we can’t value the soul and want to know which reside in us all. The soul who is longing to confluence with the supreme soul. i.e Krishna
Third book- Re read Insect are Just like us expect some of them have wings by Khuzhali Manickavel
I got this book like from flipkart. Albeit i have groped for this book in mnay stores. I have aged for it..... for many months. I have read everything what Khuzhali manickavel has wrote so far.,expect those child stories . She is one of my fav contemporary writer. Hmm i like trishna doshi, nitto das and jhanavi baura too. They are good.. Fine I should stop endorsing my stupid views now.
I am so sick now(today). i was sleeping off my combiflame and applied vick`s vapour rub. Being lain awake like few hours back. Haven’t studied a single shit for today`s paper. Student of my coeval haven’t bat their eyelids studying. I am worst.
Before exams even I was not doing anything productive. Just listened to Jeff Loomis`s new album on youtube.
Last month was not a good one. Road runner went down and Warner bros bought it. It’s really sad for musicians. And being a Indian I am sad about the Upcoming Indian metal bands too. Demon stealer is the only record company by sahil makhija which promotes the extreme metal scene. Everything they have to think for talking music as a full time profession. It’s really sad. How so talented musicians are struggling just for people ignorance. No one cares for real music in Indian. So much talented classic musican and other genre musicans. But stupid people will groove to those Indian filmy songs. Instead of promoting musicans ,they would prefer to buy liquor or spend it on girl friends s. Piracy is the one of the reason why Road Runner is down today . reason why such long serving record label is effaced from metal scene.. Half of my childhood record are from road runner which i still cherish. Anyway
What i was been doing all these days i have wrote it down and what i am going to do now ?
I have to line up things and force them to fall on these slots.
1. Work on generationirony.com
2. Need to complete my novel
3. Start the college project work asap..
6/05/2012
Just had this afternoon siesta. I was really broken from this creepy sweltering atmosphere; the air is dank with humidity. My room is heated up and i cann`t take this ennui anymore. I was feeling lazy and life seems lit bit more crazy. I was reading this Jonathan Stroud `the Golem`s eye THE BARTIMAEUS TRILOGY..Just few pages I have read so far. The cover seems spooky with this goblin and a spear or javelin with a pentagram shaped thing and holding a mask. Let`s see how my new read will be. Anyway . right now i am just sitting and looking at my ceiling fan. I am all sloppy and room is heated up. I want to elope from this place now. I don’t feel like sitting here anymore. Sunday noon uff god it seems like a snooze-fest. And sojourn at Kashif room was more tormenting then hopping around. Till now i have changed three shirts. I am fucking watery and my body is all stinky. Morning was so whelming , holding a coffee paper cup and alone sitting in reading room leafing some good articles and all. I prefer this `Eye` from Indian times more than this Brunch of HT. I heartily enjoyed skimming through the pages. Articles are quite adept and the depths of writing style do earn some kind of kudos. I was supposed to go for a hair cut with Sanket but that doofus was busy playing cricket with some other guys. When he is physical present he would be playing cricket on mobile phone or laptop or when he is not around he will be on ground. That’s the vary reason why he uncalled me and didn’t accommodate my request. I said fine.
Sanket want me to study under `my-not-so-welcoming tutelage for tomorrow exams. My outburst tantrum and slangs seemed like flowers to him. Fuck him..Satire !! . i despise all boundaries Subject is Smart polymers. My notes were already lined and underlined from last mid time study. Again sprawling the pages give me these new feelings. Sanket reiterate whats already done. I don’t understand why people need to know the stuffs exactly as it in notes. Just know the facts and spiel it in exams hall. All my past exams of this semester were bogus. I hardly studied for any exams expect for the first one. I was so ill and sick. I was broken. I couldn`t muster up much strength to leaf through the pages. Alive on Vicks vapour up ointment and few sinarest lozenges .. running nose was giving me a hard time.
There is a slight headache too creeping stealthily in me now . i hate this feelings and informal change in me . it’s something that without saying a word would demand all from me. noiseless infuriating commands me to sleep more. This pain now wants to be a part of my thought pattern. The clock is leering. 3:49 PM. Obscene exams still on the mind. Smart polymers ..gosh smoothing captivating kinda. I am not in my 100 percent for any paper so far. Taking pills and sleeping most of the time. My every plan for this semester is cancelled so far. But its fine . ah i thought about you just now and a smile that I didn't know my lips had curled into. I dunno what the frig happened to me. i just hault and your envisage swept like janitor . Ah see there is nothing extra ordinary in me. Nothing!! I have always lived a hollow life and I am rusted to bones. I still don`t know why my thoughts keeps wobbling in your virgin esplanade too. You think of me when people are around or when no one is around. How much you may not try, you can’t ignore my presence. Be true to yourself or at least to the heart you carry along. How your heart is romanticised girl??. That bloody cupid ruthlessly pronged your heart. It’s your own intelligence that’s controlling your mind and FALSE EGO. its damn subtle but I know it all. My face is plastered in your conscience like a old green post card stamp. Its fucking hypnotising . marching all day long. You read my name like million times in a day. I m the first thought when you wake up and i am the last thought when you dig your head to pillow. I know many things to keep you special, still the air swirling carries my sweet feelings and fiddles with your attention. But fuck you. This how the story ends. haha I hate the interesting things clashing and time and time i can’t impede myself from falling down. I can’t deny how it feels. How the thought patterns diverts you. Whatever you may not do, you will think of me like many times in a day ... i know it very well. Go get a life darling!! Everything will turn down fine. There is lot of lies in me.. swept the dark abyss of my inner hell. i hate this when i find myself in misery. I still remember about the affectionate crinkles that formed around my eyes when you hold my hand and plans you made alone. The box of heart chuckles and the surprises open. You face reminds me of how comfortable melancholia can be. But i know we are just friends. I don’t need you.~AND ALL I LOVED ,I LOVED ALONE~ .
This inner room temp is vying and subdued with more greyness. .. unbearable !!!
My table is full with notes and this loiter is forming those mojo of a demented craft. I think i should go for a cold drink or so. I shouldnot waste my slip with more words. I should save it.
Just these work which will demand a lot for me. I have to cut down my sleeping hours and I have to be more emancipative from now on. and????
I dunno what the fuck is churning inside your head. But in a nutcase ---FUCK THIS WORLD
Location-self made ghettos
Back from blog hiatus. Oh my darling I missed you so. I ws away from internet and blogging..So if you will permit me,I would like to write something..So what to track out down with. I will stem everything that`s revolving around my so called burgeoning-social-life. Man its seems I been forced to stay in a isle with people who got different taste in their lives. . the cells inside me are folded into irregularities.. i find regularities in the life i want to life. After all that the meaning of the word freedom.
Exams are still on and I must dare say I will flung badly. Exams are what parameter??? To judge the temperamental and schmuck-field side of me. I hate to study and i love to proclaim it with a facile. All these days I was busy reading something and playing with my mobile camera. I was taking snaps of random things from my room.. yeah i read few books these month. I mean last month as i had nothing to do.
Book Reviews-
1.The average Indian male by Cyrus Brocha. His second book. Its good. I have read his first book `Karl Aaj aur kal` likeback in 2010 when I was in Baroda. . It was fucking hilarious. How thwo guys had chosen the media line and how finds it hard to juggle life. I am going to dial back to this current book. This is subjected to all male entities residing in the diff geographical areas of Indian. So fucking diverse . Comparing the battling life of male species and reading it was really fun. The bastard species. Its so different than this book ~males are from mars and women are from venus~ by John Gray I guess. I dunno remember the author`s name. Indian male seems to be the fodder for writes, tv serial and what not.
Whats with Indian Male? For exampli gratia ..They don’t stream it now a days. I liked it so much. Ah the anchor Indarani Dasgupta. her curly tress looks so good on her chiselled face. I love her. Fuck Indian tv should bubble up more with such succulent gossips and serial. Complaining everything is always good.
Second book which I Read is ~The science of self realisation~ by his Divine Grace Bhaktivendata Praphupada. My slake for Spiritual life. I was rived with many facts and the fully baked theory from the existence,birth and death . Rascals thinking and making civilization? We are not aware where we are heading to when we don`t know which way we are facing. Being a materialistic and deluding into a life which is illusion. This earth is not our real home. We seek for happiness but we are not ready to find the way to the utopian blissful place. Isckon is not about being a social deviant. It’s about discovering the value of existence. Knowing how we really are. I am not asking anyone to accept anything blindly but for god sake don`t reject anything without knowing it too. Blind rejecting something is not good. Vedic life is not a joke. Or those sages were not some crazy nuts to choose a seclude life and to mediate. To follow a Vedic life is not geriatric style in today`s generation. It`s about watering and sapping the consciousness level. What this lost soul inside us really wants?? .. Else all are just polished two legged animals we can’t value the soul and want to know which reside in us all. The soul who is longing to confluence with the supreme soul. i.e Krishna
Third book- Re read Insect are Just like us expect some of them have wings by Khuzhali Manickavel
I got this book like from flipkart. Albeit i have groped for this book in mnay stores. I have aged for it..... for many months. I have read everything what Khuzhali manickavel has wrote so far.,expect those child stories . She is one of my fav contemporary writer. Hmm i like trishna doshi, nitto das and jhanavi baura too. They are good.. Fine I should stop endorsing my stupid views now.
I am so sick now(today). i was sleeping off my combiflame and applied vick`s vapour rub. Being lain awake like few hours back. Haven’t studied a single shit for today`s paper. Student of my coeval haven’t bat their eyelids studying. I am worst.
Before exams even I was not doing anything productive. Just listened to Jeff Loomis`s new album on youtube.
Last month was not a good one. Road runner went down and Warner bros bought it. It’s really sad for musicians. And being a Indian I am sad about the Upcoming Indian metal bands too. Demon stealer is the only record company by sahil makhija which promotes the extreme metal scene. Everything they have to think for talking music as a full time profession. It’s really sad. How so talented musicians are struggling just for people ignorance. No one cares for real music in Indian. So much talented classic musican and other genre musicans. But stupid people will groove to those Indian filmy songs. Instead of promoting musicans ,they would prefer to buy liquor or spend it on girl friends s. Piracy is the one of the reason why Road Runner is down today . reason why such long serving record label is effaced from metal scene.. Half of my childhood record are from road runner which i still cherish. Anyway
What i was been doing all these days i have wrote it down and what i am going to do now ?
I have to line up things and force them to fall on these slots.
1. Work on generationirony.com
2. Need to complete my novel
3. Start the college project work asap..
6/05/2012
Just had this afternoon siesta. I was really broken from this creepy sweltering atmosphere; the air is dank with humidity. My room is heated up and i cann`t take this ennui anymore. I was feeling lazy and life seems lit bit more crazy. I was reading this Jonathan Stroud `the Golem`s eye THE BARTIMAEUS TRILOGY..Just few pages I have read so far. The cover seems spooky with this goblin and a spear or javelin with a pentagram shaped thing and holding a mask. Let`s see how my new read will be. Anyway . right now i am just sitting and looking at my ceiling fan. I am all sloppy and room is heated up. I want to elope from this place now. I don’t feel like sitting here anymore. Sunday noon uff god it seems like a snooze-fest. And sojourn at Kashif room was more tormenting then hopping around. Till now i have changed three shirts. I am fucking watery and my body is all stinky. Morning was so whelming , holding a coffee paper cup and alone sitting in reading room leafing some good articles and all. I prefer this `Eye` from Indian times more than this Brunch of HT. I heartily enjoyed skimming through the pages. Articles are quite adept and the depths of writing style do earn some kind of kudos. I was supposed to go for a hair cut with Sanket but that doofus was busy playing cricket with some other guys. When he is physical present he would be playing cricket on mobile phone or laptop or when he is not around he will be on ground. That’s the vary reason why he uncalled me and didn’t accommodate my request. I said fine.
Sanket want me to study under `my-not-so-welcoming tutelage for tomorrow exams. My outburst tantrum and slangs seemed like flowers to him. Fuck him..Satire !! . i despise all boundaries Subject is Smart polymers. My notes were already lined and underlined from last mid time study. Again sprawling the pages give me these new feelings. Sanket reiterate whats already done. I don’t understand why people need to know the stuffs exactly as it in notes. Just know the facts and spiel it in exams hall. All my past exams of this semester were bogus. I hardly studied for any exams expect for the first one. I was so ill and sick. I was broken. I couldn`t muster up much strength to leaf through the pages. Alive on Vicks vapour up ointment and few sinarest lozenges .. running nose was giving me a hard time.
There is a slight headache too creeping stealthily in me now . i hate this feelings and informal change in me . it’s something that without saying a word would demand all from me. noiseless infuriating commands me to sleep more. This pain now wants to be a part of my thought pattern. The clock is leering. 3:49 PM. Obscene exams still on the mind. Smart polymers ..gosh smoothing captivating kinda. I am not in my 100 percent for any paper so far. Taking pills and sleeping most of the time. My every plan for this semester is cancelled so far. But its fine . ah i thought about you just now and a smile that I didn't know my lips had curled into. I dunno what the frig happened to me. i just hault and your envisage swept like janitor . Ah see there is nothing extra ordinary in me. Nothing!! I have always lived a hollow life and I am rusted to bones. I still don`t know why my thoughts keeps wobbling in your virgin esplanade too. You think of me when people are around or when no one is around. How much you may not try, you can’t ignore my presence. Be true to yourself or at least to the heart you carry along. How your heart is romanticised girl??. That bloody cupid ruthlessly pronged your heart. It’s your own intelligence that’s controlling your mind and FALSE EGO. its damn subtle but I know it all. My face is plastered in your conscience like a old green post card stamp. Its fucking hypnotising . marching all day long. You read my name like million times in a day. I m the first thought when you wake up and i am the last thought when you dig your head to pillow. I know many things to keep you special, still the air swirling carries my sweet feelings and fiddles with your attention. But fuck you. This how the story ends. haha I hate the interesting things clashing and time and time i can’t impede myself from falling down. I can’t deny how it feels. How the thought patterns diverts you. Whatever you may not do, you will think of me like many times in a day ... i know it very well. Go get a life darling!! Everything will turn down fine. There is lot of lies in me.. swept the dark abyss of my inner hell. i hate this when i find myself in misery. I still remember about the affectionate crinkles that formed around my eyes when you hold my hand and plans you made alone. The box of heart chuckles and the surprises open. You face reminds me of how comfortable melancholia can be. But i know we are just friends. I don’t need you.~AND ALL I LOVED ,I LOVED ALONE~ .
This inner room temp is vying and subdued with more greyness. .. unbearable !!!
My table is full with notes and this loiter is forming those mojo of a demented craft. I think i should go for a cold drink or so. I shouldnot waste my slip with more words. I should save it.
Just these work which will demand a lot for me. I have to cut down my sleeping hours and I have to be more emancipative from now on. and????
I dunno what the fuck is churning inside your head. But in a nutcase ---FUCK THIS WORLD
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