Psychedelic Slippers

A lazy sunday at home, mum in the kitchen, dad in the hall... humming to old tunes.... and somehow it would be around eleven when this song got its turn.... been on a journey with songs for the past 3 days... some how there's a song for everyone. some songs just remind you of some people, some songs are like some people like you can just read the whole person in that one song... m back to those days again when there's always some song playing at the back of your head           ( happy days?? ). m so glad youtube happened (like someone envisaged it n stuff...)

too many "me"s... i read something hoping for some answers, i ended up with more questions. no its not helping. Its like there are multiple conflicting "you"s ( or should i say "me"s)... and then you search for something inside you there, and you find more "you"s ("me"s) and one moment u can relate to them all, and then next moment they are all different. if we were all created, and if the purpose of life was to get liberated, then why was this whole mess up the way its messed up. its as if u were part of some video game, and the designer kept adding complexities (to just amuse himself??) or may be make it tougher, but then isn it he who s leaving? what if this all is just a "matrix" or something vaguely similar... more like a huge trap, and you just got a find a way out. How does it feel to know that you are just here for the amusement of someone up there... the whole world something like a massive cock-fight... or some biza

been a while since i blogged, well hello yeah fellas... life's moving, and well there's lots to be caught up on i guess. well when was the last time i spoke about what's happening, anyway seems very very long ago. id blame it on fb... it never allows for things to accumulate a lot to become worth a blog, and all potentials for blogposts is wasted on fb updates... umm so well i am 2 weeks away from home. this blog for most had always been things that touch me, or mean to me in some way o the other. and as the frequency of my posts drops i wonder if it means things have stopped "touching" any more..or have i become more of impatient (cos sitting in a place and putting your thoughts down needs patience) or have thoughts lost the coherency they had before... that apart... a lot many things have happened. i almost broke a leg... no twisted my ankle real bad and was condemned to 2 weeks of bed rest..(that in itself would have deserved a blog post but as i said bl

condemned to a vacation i here, rise and sway smile and sleep dream the day and talk to walls and stars beyond wind unwinding back and forth loathe, blame, sigh, curse underneath the pink i lie immobile and shrink not me, may be hopes may be smiles or what u smile on may be bubbles may be fizz all that can break but not the spine i ask for all but not time....

a little late as usual, ... celebrating 4 years in blogistan. Love to all... will get back to scribbling soon :)

Been a year. I came from a Pond. a tiny little Pond. my Pond you could say. I 'd been there for a long time. Well u don't exactly count days in ponds, ya but long long time. I was born there i guess. No one remembers where they were born anyway. But i was born in Pond. It was huge then, though its tiny now. We lived in West-End; me, mum-dad, and yes my brethren.When we were kids we would swim all over west end, me and bro. We'd explored most of West-End. It had a tiny ridge, that was our favorite hangout. Me n my pals would go there after school. When i was older i was sent to the big school at Central Spring. I hated to be away from West-End. But then i fell in love with Central Spring nevertheless. Here's where i made a hell lot o friends and we roamed the whole of the Pond. The Pond was so huge and beautiful. You could swim whole day and never tire of it. There were these beautiful sea-weeds near the Loop. The loop was this nice lil place where there were these hug

In a coffee shop in a far-off place, lying on your bed flipping pages ...and then you are on a swing, though you still etch footprints on wet roads; Singing songs to the birds that have well slept by now, chirping in their dreams, you wish. ...and then back to a limbo, that fills the spaces between!!!

so let the engine roar push the pedal down i want the white lines on the highway to lead me out of town... ....the wanderer craves

first shortlist all the possible guys you can fall in love with (these would be based on various social, intellectual, monetary constraints). then strike off those that don't meet your choices of physique( some love apes, some giraffes) then those that have already been baited (unless you are bitchy enough to chase somebody else's guy) then you have a bunchful of guys left that can be baited. now each of these guys again would probably have a list similar as yours. and then if you are in his list, and he in yours you have a fair chance of falling in calculated love. then you bait and wait. well if you aren't then you gotta use other tricks and bribery. tips on that are well beyond this post. and then there's the other way... where you just plunge on gut feeling. where eyes meet and there are butterflies and fairy tales. while most emotions can be broken down... how do we break love into sets of likes and dislikes? u either love somebody o you don't. like, dislike o

"Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve. Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow. She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask

the inability to think would be a curse you d say, but then thats just the tranquiliser you need, to stop it from exploding. to freeze out the thoughts. To not feel... to not feel your own self living like something you hated, loathed, despised. Something you lived against. To not feel yourself "living" the way life meant to you, or to not even find "life" holding the same "value". to give up life as you knew it for a life the way its presumed to be, just for something thats supposed to be revered above all.... but then you do think, and you cant stop thinking, and that's why being a presumptuous careless bitch is much easier

she stared at the infinitude that stretched beneath her feet, the endless blues that gave wings to her dreams and the promises... promises in sand, promises on the ripples, promises to the dawn... promises to herself; promises of a way a life would be, would be lived, would be felt... and then the confessions, confessions of deep desires, and then the waves resounding the voice back. the voice that made promises, and promises to keep them. he stood by her silently, not wanting to disturb the tranquil figure that stood defiantly in the gushing wind, teasing it with her fragile strength. a fresh gust shook her, he drew closer, sliding his fingers between hers. she smiled. ...the promises, the promise of love, of a life together, of a home, of adventures, of a companionship to be forever. she leaned back on him, he wrapped his arms around her. she smiled back at the sea... a weak smile, one that acknowledges a defeat even before the onset of a battle. " I love him" she whispered

'Give me your love' said she, 'Give me your dreams' said he 'Give me your pride' said she 'Give me your mind' said he

Hello world, I am here to talk. No not promises, speeches n slogans and stuff of that sort. No just gupshup. Yeah the around the corner “hi! Hello!” stuff. Candle light march? Ahh yes id been on one.i walked with a candle talking about my day, and movies n stuff. No I din’t speak on camera, just to people I knew. Some I met after long. Huge turn out. What opinion? I don’t know what to say. No am not the ‘neta types’. M just a peaceful little person. No I don’t crave for media attention. Ahh yes it would be nice to have your photo in the paper. No but not at such things. No nothing political. I don’t want to be associated with anything remotely political. No pro no against. Yes I do think about it, sometimes when everyone’s talking. No actually not much. Then it passes. Newspaper?? Ya I read. No news channels, unless it some 26/11 or tsunami o world cup coverage. No I don’t read the newspapers, just page 3. It depresses me. Just the headlines sometimes. Just a glance. But I prefer lis

this one's for "you". ( i hope "you" will know its you) I've been wanting to say this for quite some time. "I love your eyes". They have something in them, that takes things a little beyond the obvious.That child like curious inquisitive look of yours, it amazes me how you can always hold it (in calm and chaos alike) i love the way you lend the "extra" to the ordinary... the way you add "depth"... just by the way you look at them. the way you change perspectives, and especially how u make others see them. i love the way you hold things in your eyes... and make them mean much more i love your eyes... really !!! i wonder if you think with them too. (p.s. this post was inspired by this pic. photo by Aakash Johry flicked from his fb album)

"What you feel in the presence of a thing you admire is just one word-'YES'. The affirmation , the acceptance, the sign of admittance. And that 'YES' is more than an answer to one thing, its kind of 'Amen' to life, to the earth that holds this thing, to the though that created it, to yourself for being able to see it. But the ability to say 'Yes' or 'No' is the essence of all ownership. it's your ownership of your own ego. Your soul, if you wish. Your soul has a single basic function, the act of valuing. 'Yes' or 'No', 'I wish' or 'I do not wish'. You can't say 'Yes' without saying 'I'. There's no affirmation without the one who affirms. In this essence everything to which you grant your love is yours." Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

Patience is a lost virtue...

Its been like over a month now, a month of constant resistance…But the enemy is still strong. And the rising mercury for some reason unable to weaken him. We d thought it will come to our aid. The temperatures that was definitely an advantage counted, but it’s not working. New strategies need to be worked out. We are unable to understand how the enemy manages to mute out all voices, all sounds, till the sun is way above horizon. And it takes repeated THUDS to break the enemies sound trap. It started at the onset of winters, as we gradually allowed them into our rooms… they lay limply in a corner first, and then spread their expanse to engulf everything, glued us to them, kinda addicted. But little did we know that the enemy in disguise would someday turn so strong , and we would helplessly return to him every night, and stay there unable to release one from his grip. we do not have the strength yet to lift him and bury him deep down, ther’s a fear of another cold wave… what if one

I have this swing right outside my house.. I loved swinging on it, esp in the evenings. A seaside sunset, swift breeze, rhythmically gushing waves, tall palms…. And a vast open sky above and yes clouds… passing clouds. My most vivid memory of the times on the swing is with my cousin. I guess I started sitting on the swing cause of him. We would fall back on the swing, staring up into the sky, riding clouds… throw a lasso over a cloud and wander into “neverland”. Then talks on life, the universe and everything else would ensue. Riding clouds would never be possible if not for him. … when I return home this time, he l be a little more older, a little farther from “clouds” and the road to “neverland” may be lost forever as he grows up.

"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together ." --Marilyn Monroe

The length of time is a relative term. How long is a year? If you r just a year old, well a year is all you’ve got and its LONG… when your 90, a year is just a year, a one more to 89, a one more to more.. How long is a day? If your having a bad-hair day its LOOOONG, if your out with your chummies, its too SHORT…its 24 hours either way!! How long is a year? How long is a year that spaces you over 2021 kms (;))? How long is a year with someone? (or for the most part without?) Anniversaries are add-ons to a relationship. For those blessed with the curse of a strong memory, they are a little too many. There are all the numerous “firsts” and then the seconds, thirds, “n th s” to commemorate the firsts. They usually start with “d’ you remember …” and then there is a long conversation on who remembers what. The specifics are obfuscated as the stories are told and retold to make a fairy tale. For anything new, a year is a long way… the first is the toughest, hardest, longest and t

While graduation marks the end of an epic, it also marks the beginning of a lot of first times, one of the foremost are long distance relationships. The word relationships here not being restricted to the strictly romantic ones. Work, studies, time pull you apart. Sometimes geographical distances are the barrier, sometimes temporal. but what stays is the word distance. and then some day some snaps remind you of some people, you add new people on your phone list, and old ones are phased out. As you age, you have more n more people to keep track off, and trust me this can be an overwhelming task. so here are a few tippers, to save dying LDRs , to preserve the ones, or to build up on em... there are a certain things that need to be understood at the beginning. First "things have changed". That you have moved places is a "fact" neither parties can run away from, so embrace it. Secondly you have moved apart cos of a reason (cause) etc. and that often has more to do with

Surprises are a bad idea. Though “surprise” has a positive connotation, I’ve figured as u grow up, surprises are never fail-proof. There are lot of troubles with it… Keeping the surprise hidden being the first n foremost. A surprise has a lot of assumptions associated with it, which violates the principle of “never taking people for granted”. A surprise has a lot of expectations associated, more the number of people involved more the expectations. We expect people to react in a certain way, we expect the people to consider the surprise in a certain way. So a harmless surprise may turn into a complete disaster. Motive is the prime controversial factor. The simpler the motive, the more controversial things get. As I d said before its very difficult for people to accept simple things. We assume certain settings, that never happen, what is often ignored is the mood of the person(s) the surprise is meant for. That’s one thing u can never predict. Surprises are a gamble. The long