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!!!