La bella vita

I am driven to the edge of the insanity..I am spining like a roller coaster now.. dittering and rolling for something substanial . I am so much purposeless now... one of those moment when I look up this blank spatial and a intense feeling imbrue to pen down some sense.. I am sitting duck on my lab computer and reading article from the
 http://issuu.com/eclecticmags/docs/et_april_2011_web_version?viewMode=magazine&mode=embed
Ah the effulgent face of Nishita Goswami makes my heart to skip some heart beats. My mind is now quite aggressive and the placidity in me is corroding.

Rain

Godzooks.. its raining now..its pretty awesome..just a cup of simmering tea and some pakoda would have been much better..incessant rain from last nights tenebrous sky.. i chummed my way through water puddles to college.the problem with growing up is that we don't find streaming down paper boats in water puddle anymore exciting. we grow to be more intelligent or what..see these kids act damn dumb but atleast they know how to enjoy each moment... I am not much of a rain person. i don't like rains at all. it may come as a barrage to your ear drums as I hail from a place where it rains all the time. lush and green though out the terrain . But I don`t wanna crib about rains now.. its been a year now that i am in Mumbai. I can still remember how much I use to detest Mumbai rains at first. Rains which can never make up its mind ..it pours where ever it feels like. All these while I was reading one of my old blog post from season past entitled ` I need a brolly to cover up whole Mumbai`.. it was about my ranting about the stupid rains.anyway .. Right I want this moment to seize..perfect time to be indoor...and look at your pretty face, of course on Fb lol..of late I am liking the rains..some hidden meaning and all the bushel of love. I don't wanna adept myself as H2O intolerant now..this rainy season is growing all in me. I can feel the sap in me.. the sweet drizzle and feelings it carries along... still i don`t understand why would anyone feel like sitting idle and do nothing.. a book with some sizzling pokoda..ah I can feel the epiphany moment ..its so delighting ..I feel the fragmented nature of my presence now. As if  we are allowed to make a power shift and do what ever we want to and nature is all gracious to us..truly and freely allowing us to rejoice the something new factor in the air..pestering us to be a bit purposeless and enjoy the rains.. it doesn`t demand a lot more than being the usual us.. All I can write is that we should set ourselves free and we should try to wake up to the brighter side of the day ..With a feeling that today is going to be somehting different ..wanting something different...some thing more unsettling as nature shows and replenishes our true self.. : )

Enjoy the rains !!! 

http://mental-defilement.blogspot.in/2011/08/i-need-brolly-to-cover-whole-mumbai.html

Indeed our vocal diarrhea was still on ..but this time we did that inside JUGHEAD

Jughead ..this name is so familiar to me. i like this word.. dunderhead ,jughead ,twerp nincompoop..bladderdash poppycock..in simple all these words mean fool.. long  time Flesh tagged me in a pic on fb which was emblazoned with this word..Crap!!! Indeed my eccentric living is still unfolding me.Last Night`s nexus and innuendo with few new friends.. guzzling and yapping .. everything was as smooth as it can be. As the level of drought poured inside and the effect of anomaly was vying up.. all were mouthing faux like Bihari gaalis were jarring out.. its was kinda inhumanly for the cuss and the slurs they were yapping. Such atrocious behavior  was not at all pleasing atleast I dont encourage it. but who will save the sane????. I tugged in my earphone and dial back to Draught and potatoes wedges.. At first we were 4 who  rounded up.. later four more popped up...summation will be 8 or 9.. hmm 9 becoz Ankur weighed 126 kgs The congregation hold talks. to be precise wry humor and interesting anecdotes. Murky and stale lab talks.. all was fucking good..but later phase was not at all bearable. Evening schmoozing ,makeshift to more vulgar talks..pilloried gossips and high pitch giggle.. anyway we are feeding the devil in us ..so the faux pas part was quite obvious..We had sizzlers last night. i dunno what was that.. first time in life i gorged upon this dish. eight guys over a plate of Sizzlers ..by the way Sizzler is a dish which makes this whizzing ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ sound..see so simple to make a physiognomy out of this ZZZZZZZ sound..gobbling like devil they fed on the dish.. i warded them off..took a plate for myself and took out my share..see that was quite intelligent  on my part and i could eat nicely...after the sojourn at jughead we return back.. and i slept....

Weak

twined up from the cocoon of dismay.. a cringing sunshine by the wary end of my horizon..
spines of the shanks..the hinges and fulcrum mincing the meaning of a self disillusioned life..living and breathing amidst the angst of heirloom of twats..its a brewing choking feel. sashayed falls of the past..down trodden race of dis fragments and obsequies souls..ethics of wildcrafts of blind ethics.. abysmal irony of the gimmick..Romanesque and con cording my hollow shell.. a naked self with gossamer of filthy shits..encumbered by a losing faith ...trolling by the lane where god sings their sardonic slurs..i feel so weak..so calloused to bone....so weak         

*poof* bored

The fetid of tinsel by the lab tile used by some genius student for paint purpose is making me spew all over the mezzanine .the whole room is smelly by the wafting fetid...wow what a splendid way to troll one`s day.. surely i might have woke up to the odd side of the bed. its more than a crock of Shit and smelly than my poop.. my shit stinks more pure than this slab of cumbersome..yuck.. i am just subjecting myself or lets call it i am messing with stuffs that resembles pigeon gastronomy.. what the hell //who gives a fuck any way..no one around as i root my way to IPC..God so bored i am now..my laptop is broken and not yet fixed..and this IPC systems...masha allah they got this geriatric feel to it..you need to exactly punch your finger tips tips to altest 4mm to get a word typed..i can`t place my 8 X 5 eye balls on this bulged out screen..i dont know what the hell i am writing..just some flurry out of mind..anyway i wont stop my narcissist spiel. my space my way ..this art of writing that stem out of boredom.. hmmm i was never a writer but precisely this boredom sneaked it with its ugly head.. this ennui is so over whelming that my fidget head demands me to do something.. anyway after sometime i will be all busy with my project work. I got my raw materials yesterday after lots of splitting tensions and margin of turmoil ..why motherfucker people cant be a little more considerate when it comes for adjusting ..Gulp *: ) some will jest out in that typical crock tone and not mind saying.. ab toh project chalu kar de.. * coughs convincingly * poof say.. who are you to tell me that?? but i do abstain my oral opening from driveling some uncool and prudish inhumanly shits.. i know what to do and when to do. why don't you daft twat mind your own frigging business.,.i am not here to practice my stupor  or here to wilting .. i am very much in my sense. i just need little bit of time to frame up my head and stoic my self to the normality. anyway i am very much sane without your help..i don't seek anyone`s god damn anticipation..my thoughts are sometime so random as if my mind is all set up to take a dump..
bye blog
am all bored 

The song remains the same.

The song remains the same……….

Morning annihilation.. booyeah  I am resurrected of me. The vary old me. I will begin my day with some music, wait .. ~interrupted by a mellow voice making a notice~. Love songs Michael Learns to Rock.. in pan pipes and other instruments. I hear voices yeah divine voices.. in total accented  asomiya .. my mom holding a cup of tea and asking me. want it or not??  It make my steps to get a little more sprightly  and I would think of myself only in HOME.. it happens..it’s always about living safe,in the shadows spurring the wisdom of old.  Paradoxically ,how much we may not run from this place..it’s always be a satire of sorts .. I am forced to contrive and believe the anti-ageist lot in the bid to salvage the memories..

*meme face* lol you can`t transfer this shitty face..

So tomorrow I will wing my way back to Mumbai again. Same mundane paraphernalia will be lined up. One more grueling semester and thankfully with no written papers. But I believe that’s what life is all about. By the hinges to the depth life is a bitch. And when we jump from the college platform to the job bandwagon we will reckon for fun.. So why not we frame up our days in such a way that we don’t regret these days ……………so here are some of the things we can do before we are all ready and setup for a drudgery job life. . I have sort out some things which one ought to do ..Just for fun..

1)Bunking classes- Thankful we guys have no classes. That’s the best part of our curriculum. But in case you are not so lucky as me you should try out this. Bunking class yup.. Bunking classes can be more meaning full if you have someone else too as a partner in crime. Or if you like the other side of yourself too much ..Just pamper yourself and spend some time alone outdoor. it’s all good .Do whatever you feel like.. Climb trees. Read books..Listen to you old fav records.. Yell ..Jump..burn stuffs do what the hell you want to.. Its far more better than sitting like a Zomibie inside a classroom.. 

2)Do something wild (say inside a canteen)- go out with your gang and talk loudly or sing ..Celebrate a false birthday. In case you play guitar. Strain out the soothing strings..Sing and croon. Make yourself look stupid and smart at the same time. I bet you will remember this day!

3)Don’t pay – It’s a hard call. Now a days you need Indian currency for any god damn things. Maybe its mall or a plex. You cant sneak in without cash.. but what if ones luck favors.. ???  high alert security wont be a feasible place to practice such tomfoolery.  Concert or an exhibition seems a perfect layout place to fit your bill.  Pick a place which is stampede by local public mostly . Best of luck..Incase if you fail to sneak it..don’t blame me..it’s not a wise advice either..

4)Beer goggles??-- Put them on.. See I don’t know whether God exists or not. But if he ever feels like stalking us..he surely does that at happy hours. Cheep bear at happy hours are the only place where you can put your faith. What can be more welcoming than a half price beer at a mid of sweaty and grimy day . Go out with some friends and grab those half priced beer. I ensure nothing can be better than this..But you can’t have all the fun alone..Friends are must. 

5)Go for a dipping- yeah !! go for a swim alone or with friends.. Make sure you know how to swim or in case you don’t make sure you got fins and gills.  Nothing can be relaxing than a cool swimming bed. If you are a adventurous guy you can try this out at some forest side..Go out with friends..note of caution- don’t pick up Niagara falls to dive into.. you can always find one within the city.

6)Fall in love.. -- ah love, the vary feeling that light us up. Love is the word that charges up a dormant heart with ineluctable charge. Go out show your love and caring. Life is too short of fallacies and  misdoings. There must be someone you`ve your eyes on from the very first day of your college.. Incase your crush doesn’t acknowledge your feelings. Catch hold of someone else maybe the one from diff batch by whom you’re badly smitten. Someone from the elective class.. goddamn just advertise your love.. I am doing mine ,you can post yours with me if you want.. Endless opportunities my friends. Just feel free and give it a try .

7)Dazzle the class.. -wear something stupid or damn stunning . So that you become a fodder for gossip among others. Just for one day. But try to keep it simple but darn weird. Note- don’t put pangs or wear devil horns. For Christ sake its not a Halloween party!

8)Bleak out the truth- If you are smitten by someone.. maybe he or she is the most Hip student in the college. Just show that you care and love them. If he/she knows your are genuine and you got a gentle soul. They will accept or they will make you their best friends..If you don’t like anyone. Keep it on their face. Give them reason and rope them down with some good suggestions and advices for improvement. If he/she is not a twerp.. they will buy you nugget of advice and will be very much considerate to you ..

Thanks Stay Wild :)

Home

warm feeling x 100 times

Another lazy day at home and many thoughts are barreling inside me. Sick of the books and Cds laid out. The switched on computer doesn’t seems to amuse me with its details .I’m bored and spinning out of normality. The self made tasteless sweltering cup of tea which I won’t drink for sure. Just striding inside my room, my house and looking up the things... Everything around seems to evoke memories that are folded deep down the deep crevices of my life. How I grew as a kid...to a teenage.. And the obsequies offerings..All in these four wall. That same old rusty hinges fulcrum the two windows as I left it seasons past. The hooded painting by the wall, painted by my sister gathering dust of remembrance. I perched on our windowsill and divvy up the chapters of days bygone. The cobalt sky turned scarlet.. The thick smoke of dusk had shrouded the day.. Changes can only be gauged when we subject ourselves to the dormant things around. Whole things seems like an old exhibition that I have encountered a decade ago. And again the things have deflected from its roots. Maybe some things are meant to be static to hold something for a cause. To make us feel..Something will always be with us despite the rueful ugliness of the world. A place of security, a place which one can’t desert. We call it home..Couture with a comfortable zone and a sense of extreme security...Bloomed by the love and caring....

Acclimatized by new ways of listening

from eons of time..not at all dingy for my taste now..

ah that would be me....Roop (My name got such a sleazy ring to it)..and that pout face(no idea why i did that)

When thought sweeps like a janitor down the memory lane..tumbling down the rift ,preoccupied by the tiny pack of remembrances.. i staggered four fav cassettes from 1997 ...ah pretty much makeshift garbage dump now for today era music..Sad, no one care  for such tangle of cassette reels..Or maybe I am too lazy now to prejudice the update tech savvy shits.. but i miss those days..now its CDs--> the chaotic horde to metal music