conversation!
XYZ: hey
ME: im bored
XYZ:sounds very not interesting why u are not unbored,so what else
ME:nothing interesting!!!
XYZ:are u actually taking notes or u just faking it..man things are so very boring..need to find a new hobby!
ME:yeah
XYZ:tell me something i dunno about u !!?
ME: im a very cold person.
XYZ: i am very hot but thts something u already know!and i am very selfish,i do somethings for the sake of me..
ME: obviously im not totally selfless either!!
XYZ:no but i am more selfish than u think,i am very devious in my thoughts i play wid people like a game for my sick pleasure!
ME:isnt it terrific you know what you’re doing n still do it?what do u think about it,good or bad?
XYZ:good in the sense by me acting like this,i can get mad at someone and yell at them for no reason and get that off my chest and not hurt anyone..see if im obnoxious all the time i dont have to worry about people getting hurt!
XYZ:like i can completely curse off someone and actually mean but they dont get hurt cuz they think im just joking around!
ME:so its more like your making people accustomed to your behaviour.Your exploiting the vulnerability as much as u can becoz there is no resistance backwards??
XYZ:pretty much yeah but they dont know that!
ME:thats what i meant too
XYZ:kinda fucked up aint it??i act obnoxious cause i can get away with ..
ME: you are afraid of getting rid of it??
XYZ:do u want the brutal honest truth?
ME: yeah why not!??
XYZ
k i think i’ve a group of friends because i get bored, other than that i have no need for friends..i have no relation to any of u..all of you grew up in a completely different environment from me..i will never understand how u people feel and the intensity of your emotions and u guys will never understand my feelings…i dont have anyone similar to me.
ME:that explains a lot!!
XYZ:for instance i hear things i dont give a shit about and pretend i care…honestly if someone is sad it doesnt concern me ,i ask if they’re ok just because the society is made up that way..if someone gets hurt i dont care unless its me..if someone is happy i dont care ,i simply piss people off because i can…….i only care about myself, i am the most important person i know,i dont care who does what or they did that, its all the stuff i listen to prevent myself from going insane in this place, its the show i play everyday,same script, just do what you have to do,i drink because im bored!!!!
ME: ok [ already dumb] but isnt it like you are trying hard to run away from something ?? may be the reality??/????
p.s : ionno what was going on in the convo except that im the one replying!!does it make any sense what xyz was talking?? or does it realli have to make some sense???
Thirsty for water!!
Water’s good.
It comes in handy to wash ur hair,to soak your feet during a pedicure,to take those beauty baths.But if we dont learn to conserve water now,things could get ugly for sure!
Here’s the way how you could do your bit:
- get your guy to take you out for meals very often,it will save you from washing dishes.
-start drinking red wine.It’s not only trendy ,but also help the bars save some ice!
-shop,shop,shop. The more clothes you have,the less oten you have to wash em.
-swap your dog for a cat.It will lick it self clean,leaving you with more water to wash off your make up!!!!
whts goin on!!
politics??
so many random parties!!evryone bothering abt their own , so much back biting,bitching around, watever u call it,its all more narcissistic!!! nasty to think about!!
whn evrything is so self centerd ,more concernd abt votes,money,bloody fame ,who da hell bothers abt common man! oh some random thoughts keep bothering me..dunno what to do,so i write em.. .. !!
DATE with LIfE’s MUSINGS!!
Diary writing is an admirable way to exercise one’s brain.A diary is like a mirror projecting one’s fulfilling dreams and making one smile at the silliest things they may havedone.
I think twas Jonathan swift who remarked that he cudn’t know what he meant until he’d written it down.He said his quality of thinking improved gr8ly since he found ways to express himself.Simply put,this is an excellent wy to exercise the brain.
Advantages : the more u sing,the better your voice.The more you write ,the better your writing.Diarists frequently engage in introspection of their diaries.Diary is a mirror where you can see your growth, your early dreams slowly fulfilling and above all,the[once] silliest and immature part in you and smile at it.
N yo fellow students…remember there is no examiner.No corrections.No marks.We can write whateva’ we want.Hence our istyle of writing develops.This adds up to our own creativity .
Mel Brooks puts it correctly: ” every human being has hundreds of seperate people living under his skin.The talent of a diary writer is his ability to give them their seperate names,identities,personalities and have them realte to other characters living with them.”
DIARIES NO LONGER FUNCTION AS A TOOL OF SELF-DISCOVERY,BUT ONE OF SELF-DEFINITION.
A person who cannot spend five minutes for his self actualisation is like an animal.Hence,animals don’t write diaries!!
p.s. : all mah posts r random stuff n i always fail to establish a relation between em’.I simply cant stick to sum particular topics..
CHILDHOOD …!!!
Still young enough to be a part
Of Nature’s great impulsive heart,
Born comrade of bird,beast and tree
And unselfconscious as the bee-
And yet with lovely reason skilled
Each day new paradise to build
Elate explorer of each sense,
Withou disamy ,without pretense!
In your unstained transparent eyes
There is no conscience,no surprise:
Lief’s queer conundrums you accept,
Your strange divinity still kept…
And life, thet sets all things inrhyme,
May make you poet,too,in time
But there were dats ,O tender elf,
When you were poetry itself!
– Christopher Morley
[ I want mah childhood bak.Nobody is going to give me t hat....i know it doesnt make sense...but......!!!! But u know the child of long ago and far away and the child of now ,in you n me, is waiting behind the door of our hearts for something wonderful to happen.]
isn’t it wonderful when the self itself becomes poetry……..[ omigosh im in love wid this turn of phrase
]
What happens to this wonderful beginning when we were all “poetry itself”?HOw do all these tender elves become murderers,drug addicts and sexual offenders,cruel dictators,morally degenerate politicians?HOw do they become the “walking wounded”?We see them all around us,the sad,fearful,doubting,anxious and depressed,filled with unutterable longings.Surely this loss of our innate human potential is the greatest tragedy of all.
The more we know about how we lost our spontaneous wonder and creativity ,the more we can find ways to get them back.
Dil se…
LIfe sure rocks in backbenches.Wanna know how?Then all ye pals inthe front row better change the seat.You are bound to make it your permanent place.To many, the last bench in a classroom might seem like the address of the good- for -nothing brigade.But ,the last bench has a lot more to it.
The shayars flow freely, n sum cranky jokes with loads of chocolates.We used to cheer together with such finesse that it reaches the first bench and the teacher has no clue!Then,as the classes get more and more boring ,sum chits come out, and so do wise cracks as we enjoy hearty laughs -muffled ofcourse-while ruminating on worldly matters.
Where elsz wud u find paper rockets,choco wrapers,word games,n those unending sms’s n paper chats and what have you!
Life sure rocks in the backbenchs.And yes,we also njoy the luxury of making a catcall,making the whole class laugh amd yet get away with it!And howdare the front benchers complain against us?If it weren’t us who wud provide comic relief in between those long winding and boring lectures ?The next time the teacher’s pet [ on the contrary we ,the bak benchers were our teachers pets then] in the front row want to critisize us,the last benchers,try stepping into our shoes and seats b4 you do so.You are bound to be hooked and make it ur permanent place.
One has to see the rainbow to know its beauty and taste the pickle to feel its pungency . May be the comparison isn’t apt but who cares , gud english is not the yardstick for measuring one’s eligibility to sit in the last bench.A heart for fun is!
One has to sit on the bakbench to experience some of the luxuries it offers,rite?
p.s: fact tht i’m moving in to a proffesional course now…but the eternal skewl memoirs are not be forgotten ever.i MISHHH mah skewl lyf badly ..
SHE WON!!!!!
the first female prez…..!!!! Mrs. PRATHIBA PATIL
ready for swearing in on 24th i guess!! [but but kalam saheb was matchless and exceptional,i agree]
kudos to her….
certainly a new wave in the making….
n now a woman can do evrything frm being a successful home maker to an astronaut, frm a prime minister to a prez now….[except that a woman cannot be a sperm donor ,but besides that, she can be everything]
n what shud a woman prez be called like?? rastrapathi??? or just madam prez??
n i really want women to enter in to F1…….. seriously…..very eagerly waiting to watch the lady version of kimi or hamilton or schumacher for that fact.That wud be incredibly thrilling……..n hey sania mirza ’s in cincinnati semifinals now…ufff afta a long time dear….
long live fortitude n poise..
p.s: again sum random stuff entangled frm mah thoughts…but more reasonable this time i think….
Celling our souls???
A few years ago it would ‘ve been difficult to imagine a family that was physically together but otherwise lost in their own worlds. The other day, when one saw such family at McDonalds actually talking to each other and not tapping into their cells, one nearly wept for joy. While cell companies gloat over their billionth handset sale and India earns the shady distinction of being the fastest growing market, the cell phone is becoming public nuisance No.1.
Cells have been a boon to us motor mouths, as every second person has an important thing to convey every other minute to every other contact on his list. As if that’s not enough, there are those jokes to forward, SMS contests and votes to take care of, pictures to be clicked and sent. Soon enough, another cell company launches yet another new cell with loads of new features. There were so many buttons on a friend’s latest acquisition that he had trouble locating the call button.
The ads on the television add a great sum to this frame. The ad guru’s working for companies like idea, airtel, and hutch et.al. are doing an incredible job, no uncertainty in that. But I feel very few brains mind about the consequences. Two people sitting very next to each other in the idea ad, call each other for no cause [i mean to convey the msg that the call rates have descended] .Is this a plausible idea? Why can’t they chat orally instead? Duh!! This is something more for making the world around materialistic. Isn’t it? The more irritating thing in 1 of da airtel ad is that when the chaiwala himself sees the ad he is provoked to desire for something which is not so useful [depends] to him but, which is publicized as if,” it’s after all thing, u r not worth living if u don’t have one.”
Ain’t they exploiting the vulnerable spot of public n putting them under false intuitions?In contrast, due to the offers like 1paise for the same network or whateva, apna shameless babloo bhaiyya living next door feels lazy to call his mommy darling working in the kitchen, so pings her on her cell!!! How pity??!!
A rather new way for people to grow still lazier.
I wonder how did the past zamaana manage without it?
Mobile phones are more than convenience,neccesity or even a style statement.Today, they’re an addiction.
To give the devil its due, this improvement upon Bell’s invention gives us instant connectivity and can be our lifeline at times. It might be interesting, however, to find out exactly how much of it is relevant and how much, pure time pass [waste].
p.s. 1 day without ur mobiles!!! i mean a total of 24 hrs togethr without that!!! sure that u’ll discover a new you….atleast few!!! just try this upon interest n lemme know the upshot. onnie one day……1 day i meant……

-packed roads!!;)well that cud be a reason too ,though its dumb!

