Switch

He was immune to it till now.Life was different.It was boring and mundane and usual.All before that happened.He wasnt sure about what had caused the change.The change however lingered on maliciously, grinning and smiriking everytime he tried to shake it off...All of a sudden he felt like an outlaw, massacaring people by huge numbers.He felt responsible.Kind of ironic, for a murderer.Everything seemed to be still in place.He couldnt notice anything out of the ordinary.There were clues planted, he knew , but he just couldnt find them.May be it requires patience and some more time.It just wasnt his day to figure out.He needed some fresh air ,a long due break.
The times were changing.

Snippets of an afterlife -- II

K , its gonna be called snippets of an afterlife , coz  this is the life after , whatever i am going to write in this snippet happened... :)

THis time , it was a bus.There was a crowd.Highly unpleasing to my mind of course.This means no offense to anyone present there.Its only unpleasing because they were all standing between me and her.I am not so sure about whatever i said just now though.For a second , may be i did want them around.It just made me realize that i was prepared to put in some extra effort to angle my neck away from the gentleman standing next to me to get a good look of her.She had gorgeous hair , beautiful fair skin too.Her eyes were small , but however not as tiny as , what i would call , the chinky eyes.But nevertheless....She was pretty.
I m still awed by how the human brain identifies the pretty faces.Actually ,its only pretty when ur brain tells you that its pretty.So more or less , you are hell bent upon trusting your brain anyway.So this time , i was pretty sure that i would definitely trust my brain.She was beautiful.A rare find on the way to work in a stretch that spans hardly 2 Kms.God i wish i d stayed a lil more away from my office.Of course my bus would still traverse the same route.Hm..ya i want the brigade road stretch as well....Cheap flats in Cunningham road anyone ?? :P


 ---- I would always make an effort , from now on to bring to the attention of anyone who is judging me right now, calling me a die hard romeo , that , I am temporarily out of that phase because i am a software engineer.I can only ogle.Putting love into practise costs too much time for me :) .

Vanity

Pride mattered.It mattered more to him than anything else.This was what he was told to do.He believed in it.The world always showed him that there was only one way out.That was to live life the way he wanted to, in his own terms.He wouldnt sacrifice that for anything.Anything.

It was almost time.He had to say goodbye.There was no time for that though.He decided that he wouldnt and wrote it all down on a letter.

It read -


 Dear All ( That includes all those who love me, i do not know how many) ,
           I am going to live life my on my own terms.Though as ironic as it may sound, i am going to do it by ending it.Yes , i will only be a faint memory in your heads by the time you have finished reading this and had a good hot cup of jo at your place and by the time you have your friends / those who are important to you coming to you and slipping in some sympathy..I feel happy for you , especially since my death is not going to make any difference in your lives.

Hoping that i have been a good friend.( may be i am lying to myself.I have not been , i know ..but these are my last words, i dont care if i am lying..atleast today) ....

Your Friend,
Joe.


                       The letter ended there.Another waste of life , a mind destroying itself.

Joe was schizophrenic.Arent we all sometimes...i wonder



Note : I am not going nuts.But i thought this post could be  a lil eerry for anyones liking.hence i disclaim again.. I am not a psycho !!

Live the way you want (and dont crib )

we are different colors

but the same hearts

we think we the same mind

but yet we think so different

all of us need a way to unwind

take ur tension away let your fear play

let it play and let me run away

never face it , just watch it

Yah m game , nd me so lame

This is life , this is where you fare,

this is no dare , yet thres no playin fair

look at him , gettin better and better

and look at me , makin his life better

you aint no god, you aint no soul maker

you aint no preacher aint no saint

cynics have more sense than you

while i you preach , they ignore you ?

You think you are different, ya ur boy

so are they , they dont care for ur joy

its how you get it that matters ,

at last.

Who will save the planet ?

I am really wondering if its the bad people who are destroying the planet.Ya i know this is a very corny statement.It puts in a lot of stereotypical characters in it.Esp the corporate lords, the nuclear power manufacturer,coke,pepsi etc.
But, really ??? is it them ?

M not so sure.I dont think anyone really , except some real dedicated GreenPeace workers and some environmentalists,give a damn about saving the planet.Why else would you not ask your landlord to keep a waste  disposal system?why else would you leave that paper  cup to rot on the road ?Why else will you convenience yourself with that plastic bag ?

I wonder.We are all hypocrites arent we......

We consumers are all guilty.Coz we are powerless..We are weak.We dont care.We live coz we can always make up excuses to live this way.The way we choose , the way others choose..Damn us all..


-- A hypocrite who is a member of GreenPeace.

Boys are from MaAre and Girls are from Venus.

Hmmm......I wanted to pun on that but there are some people who understand puns and who care about them.Like chetan bhagat..hahaha..
For more on chetan bhaghat twitterGATE refer twitter for #chetanblocks.

Also , coming back to the point.....

1.This week as usual was very varied in terms of entertainment.Except one occasion where i managed to ogle at one of my fav chicks (ya if ur wondering who...its no one.My fav is chick is simply the last chick whose name i do not know , and i can stare at from far away, without disturbin her or her presence   :P) .

2.This week was very very very freaky esp since my roomies and I got a new COOK..OH YEAAAH...We also got a gas cylinder / pressure cooker/gas stove tc and et al.So now i can cook.About time i started taking cooking lessons from milcom

3.Did i mention that i go running sometimes ? no ..i guess not.Please dont faint....I m kidding..naah actually m not......before u faint again..let me reassure u that i do go running in the morning when i feel like it.I am finding the bridge that crosses over the railway platform extremely hard to complete in one go.Esp since it climbs up @ some 30 degree or somethin.

4.And ya...m not wrming up on the drums thing..at home too tufff to practice /concentrate..thanks to a lot of ppl.,and my laziness..somehow i think m too sensitiv to ppl listening when im warming up.. :D ..

Silent Guilt

The deep voice beneath
Mumbles to itself
It cries without a single tear
You lose , i  win
Mumbles the other
Greed takes over,
Plight takes the other.
Guilty I am
Of not loving you
For not living your life
For not being me
For being my Ego
Being my dreams

Dreaming again ....

Its just that life , as i see it , is moer like a teaser as days pass by.It gives u the confidence to pursue what you want and then finally when you think you are ready , it pulls you up your feet and then lets u dangle upside down and lets go , and you get a nice taste of all the mess on teh ground.This was more or less what came of with my conversation with my very anonymous friend Thor also.

Thor_ obviously  , the man he is , totally refuted the idea of people wanting to do something with their life.He thought that it was good enuf that we live it and then die, and move on and so forth.This obviously , does not mean tat you just wake up every day go the boring office , borign work , come back ,nice interesting book etc...but it just means taht you are content with what you have and confident that you are doing well.So much stuff for a man who had very varied interests from S/W Engg.I was kinda surprised.
I still think its important that one follows his or her dreams and have a want to do something so that , atleast when the end comes, you would have actually ended up doing something out of that something..if not everything.... i believe in dreams , and i hope one day , those dreams realized , will take care of my belief in myself.