Lines #2

How can you walk?
Your head held high.
When all you have done,
Is blatantly lie.

All the back-biting,
And plots and make-believe.
You'll lose in the end,
'Cause karma you can't deceive.

Lines #1

You don't know where I came from,
You don't know where I can go.
I want to tell you,
But I'm not sure if you should know.

Puzzled

Dunno why am I down,
Wanna turn things around.
Nothing seems to be stopping me,
And yet I feel so bound.

Sword or Knife

The nuances of the life,
Make a metal, sword or knife.
What you really have in your hand,
Is what you think & where you stand.

Sent from my Windows Mobile handheld.

This Too Will Pass

For some reasons, this four-word message touches deep in. Whether I’m disturbed, distraught, disappointed, dejected, demoralized, distressed or ditched, the reminder that absolutely everything is subject to evanescence at a point, makes being (put a dis-word) a li’l less discomforting (sorry, couldn’t resist).

I had seen the expression (written in hieratic) in Bhejafry’s room & it stayed on ‘list’ for more than an year (that time I didn’t use a PIM) before materializing

This pic is one of the many I have put in my Future>Home folder in the web cloud. It’s gonna take a different shape some day.

Slumdog Millionaire

Since everyone around is writing ‘bout this movie and when they are not, they are writing about why this movie should not be written ‘bout, I’ve decided that I’m gonna ignore this ‘topic’ completely.

 

Technically though, above I’ve written somethin’ ‘bout it (that ‘m not writing ‘bout it). Argh! So complicated!

RandomRanting 2

• I'm standin' by, enjoyin' my lot needed solitude, and this person gushes, "(my name), I couldn't recognize you! What's with this beard? & why are you lookin' so down? Are you gonna become a saint or somethin'?". His eyes mischievous.I gave him a smile (polite, fake, almost forced) tryin' to place him, & more importantly tryin' to recall his name. "Not seen you for a long time, where had you been?", I finally managed (banalities). "Was in Kolkata for such-and such thing", relocatin' stuff to Pune". That was a lead, he was probably a friend's friend, he was probably a beggar & was gonna ask me for alms. He was probably mistakin' me for someone else...but then, he knew my name, he knew what I looked like without beard & he had seen me in better times... "You seem to be goin' somewhere, don't let me stop you", I managed, again (these banalities are a boon). "Will see you around, best of luck!" he chirped, probably doped. Luck? For what? I thought while I still tried to put a name to it.

• I like drivin' as much I detest it. For once there is splurge of woman drivers which make me extra-cautious when I spot one. They drive like they are doped (everyone else seems to be doped these days), will not do anythin' sane (drivin' or otherwise) & you have no chance against them even if they bang their shitbox into yours (with all the men-turned-hero against the now poor-guy-turned-villain).

• And then are these phone booths, who have mastered the art of talkin' while drivin', the phone stuck between their shoulder & head... it doesn't matter if their vehicles are outta control, wobblin' or even gonna fall. The conversation should stay intact. That's more important! Its okay to hit those cow-buffalo people who don't stick to side & cross the road as if they are aimin' to get hit...they probably deserve it anyway. And me like an idiot I gave up even smokin' while drivin' because I thought even if I could handle it safely, it wasn't safe enough. I am plain incompetent.

• I ran into a cop the other day when I was not wearin' a helmet with Propane. I like the full face helmets & I didn't have one that time. WCS, I thought, they'd fine me. I've my license, vehicle registration papers, insurance. Cool! Wait I didn't have money. So I made a sorry face, told them that I had the helmet, I had just forgotten to put it on & we were students (this excuse could work either way). He said the fine (or rather a paid voucher which entitled to drive without a helmet for one day) would help me remember it next time. Touché I thought & I asked him the directions for the nearest ATM. Comin' back he wrote out a receipt (I wouldn't have it other way), asked for my name & politely "Mr.(my name again) please sign here". No court-appearance. No confiscation of vehicle. No abuses. Neat.

• Mahindra Xylo was a disappointment. It seemed like a mash up of Scorpio & SX4. Seemed bulky & was powered with m-Eagle. They had m-Hawk in Scorpio, why couldn't they continue it? Eagle? Why not m-Pigeon or m-Crow or somethin'? Are we not neglectin' the other birds of the ecosystem. Don't they know how it must feel. They should protest by shittin' all over the car. I would do that if I was a birdie. NGOs should demand that all bird's name to be put on the car to make it truly eco-friendly.

• I can't afford a broadband connection & there is this chap who has a wireless router, close enough so my laptop (Liz) catches its signals. I curse him him everyday. I've not seen him. I dunno who he is. But he comes online for a very short time, probably once a day. Why can't he just leave it ON the whole goddamn time. Doesn't he realize that other people, especially me, a very inconvenienced by this. He's probably too dumb to realize it, just like he's too dumb not to encrypt the connection. Even if I'm away, I have Gigs of torrents which leech whatever & whenever possible. Jugaad (Improvisation) you see...

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