tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187295502011-04-21T13:58:25.405-07:00bluegreenflysplathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442209172649341446noreply@blogger.comBlogger481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18729550.post-1151688787915154872006-06-30T10:28:00.000-07:002006-06-30T10:33:07.936-07:00

i wonder at times what i'm doing here.if i should be here.if here is only a place i've created to feel more at ease about the there that i have left and the bridges that now lie charred.i wonder if it would be so bad to not pay my phone bills or not help around the house.i wonder if you'll miss me if i disappear, as i'm so often tempted to do.will you miss me?i've spent precious seconds and

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i'm not a defeatist. i'm not pessimist. but somethings, even a complete optimist is scared to believe in. so here's the real confessional. i don't think it'll come to anything. i don't believe because i'm too scared to believe. because if i really and truly believe, it'll break me.heh. such melodrama. that's why one shouldn't sleep alone.

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right. i just wrote a post. then i cancelled it. guess i'm just conflicted. becoming a natural state of mind for me.the good thing is, atleast i can blow bubbles from bubble gum. guess i finally found a good teacher.

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and sitting by the seaby myself and sometimes,by your shadow,thoughts run boundlessfreed by theseaand me,sitting by the sea,think all I want andall I can.and I can hear youalmost like you werethere, just there,sitting with me.by the sea.and sometimes,when the gulls drowned my laughter,yours would be heard still.and sometimes,hearing it,the gulls wouldflee.I remember,that I thought thenas I do now

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Sitting around in the gallery, it's so pissing off, when in all this quiet, some asshole rich-bastard with cool sunglasses and buying power decides to answer every single call in that loud, over-confident manner that sometimes is inherent in the manor-born. though, when one says manor born, even the stable boy's kids could be considered manor-born.i suppose it gets worse with fame. the more page

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(Strikes a pose)I asked youAnd I did ask nice,If youWill playWith me.We can playAt whatever youlike.We can play at(ticks these off fingers)Hi-ding/See-king/Charades/I told youWhateverYou like.We can even drawOn nice drawing paper(sits on the stool with legs crossed)Red heartsAnd black heartsAnd bruised and broken heartsAs I said,We can do as youLike.And then, afterPlayin, while drinking hotChai

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The New & Improved Me, went and coloured her hair.The Old Me, is watching in jealous fashion, because she never had so many colours in her hair.The Stuck In The Middle Me, is wondering how, after this, people can claim that schizophrenia doesn't exist.I suppose it's all about deviance. Next time Madge decides to get off on stage, I'm givin her an award.

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Some days back, I came across a term, and certainly not a new term, but this time, I thought a bit about it. It was a sentence, describing someone as a social climber. An opportunist. A die hard Leaver-For-Something-Bigger-Better.It could well be that for once, it hit closer to home. It's not that I have been leaving people for something bigger, something better. It's not that I've been kicking

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i'm bad at trust. i never even managed to get through those trust games they teach you at theatre workshops. where you have to let other people lead you. the only time i trusted was a game a long time ago.i don't understand why human beings refuse to understand. themselves, friends, family, people whose eyes they can't look into when they cross paths on a busy street.our lives are so involved

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I’m nothing.I’m nothing.I’m nothing.I’m nothing.I’m nothing.I’m nothing.I’m nothing.I’m nothing.I’m nothing.I’m nothing.I’m nothing.I’m nothing.I’m nothing.I’m nothing.I’m nothing.I’m nothing.So are you.

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i'm going away fora bit. maybe for a bit. i don't know. this doesn't seem to be working. i didn't really want to meet everyone, know everyone, because that's when it starts to get personal. and sure enough, it did. i'm far too insecure about these things. but it's ok. they're still friends, i think. anyways, off we go then. keep in touch and all that.

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i'm very irritated with myself for having let things get this oput of hand. i'm going back to doing what i do best, it's about time i went back. enough procrastinating. 'tis time. more information here, a place abandoned some time ago. it's good to be back.

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somehow, of late, i don't quite manage to get my point across. i procrastinate to make a point. and sometimes i don't let go until i make a point. unfortunately it's not a victory. i feel like i've forgotten what it's like to win, and i don't quite like it.i've also been wondering what's the point of this blog. not that i'm going, but really, what's the point of having it? i don't like the fact

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oh hello. thanks for all that lovely commentature you guys, and to clarify things further, i'm not going anywhere. just figured i should let you guys know just that much before i begin talking about other things.i've been on a bit of a roller coaster. i feel like someone asked me to bend over, and i did. that's not a nice thing. so i suppose i should basically enjoy giving back what they were so

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I've never been any good at saying goodbye. I've never been any good at most things, but most things I can get right, at some point in time. But somehow I can't say goodbye. I can almost feel the break, but uttering the words makes it permanent na. So it makes it unbearable. I like to think I can be there for whoever for the rest of my life, I suppose.I just said goodbye. I almost did it

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I just saw Rang De Basanti. And while the movie is gimmicky (slightly) yet fabulous and all that, I have to declare I'm in LOVE. I'm most euphorically, in crazy, nutty, giggly LOVE. With Kunal Kapoor. I know half the world is, and I know it's hardly news that I am too. D/d, you may stop sniggering now, I know you are too. Everyone but Emmy is, but that's okay 'cos then I'll like Emmy more.

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I'm so bored.I'm so nervous.I'm so in two minds.I'm so detatched.I'm so wanting to stick with something, someone.I'm so in love.I'm so over love.I'm so irked.I'm so floating.I'm so lost.I'm so excited.I'm so hoping for another pair of shoes.

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Ah, now that the other post is done, and I can be okay with all the wonderful snippets of information coming at me through various sources of information-distribution (I refuse to term them as news, seeing as how i cannot bring myself to consider viveIk and floozy's break-up fundamentally mind-boggling news - I mean, come on, guys, you're not getting her. girlies, if you like him, love him, are

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Well well wellA call centre girl got robbed,An alcoholic wanted to sell his son,11 year old Shivani is a published author,and Viveik is trying to face life with a smile.It's just another wonderful morning for Mid-day I suppose...

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Wow, I'm holding my breath, for something I want to shout and scream about, but I will do that, I suppose, only when I hear from who I have to hear from, and then I probably will stand on the rooftop and scream. I've been playing at cool and calm, and all that jazz, so I'm going to try it out for another few days. And then, I swear, I will go to my roof, and scream. And Kunal, you had better be

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On Saturday, I gave up the company of drunk 18-22 year olds in favour of some lovely 20 something ladies. It was indeed, much fun. In fact, I decided I love being entertained.Attendance was as follows:Maharani and Her Hubbie – they’re so cute, they’re the bestest unmarried married couple I’ve known. They love each other to bitsies. Aw. Oh, and I decided I adore Maharani.Guppie-let – who stayed

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I just broke my own heart. Feels strange. Feels good. Feels free.

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I just thought of something so so clever and there, suddenly forgot! I keep doing that these days, but everything else takes up so much diskspace. That's what my poor dear comp at work says you know...I just had a brilliant day, and figured I should put it on record. *grin*

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I'm not too sure where anything is going right now, but I am going to bed. I can't believe the amount of enthusiasm my person is showing for work. W.O.R.K. I don't exactly like it, nor am I particularly good at it. I myself have no clue why I'm doing it, or even why I am awake at 2:47 AM in my office writing a post about what I don't necessarily like. I don't really get me sometimes.Work has a

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Fuck it. I was going to write something here, so I started, but then I felt like deleting it all. About 300 words worth of ramblings of a paranoid adrenalin junkie. What a waste of finger movement that was. Aren’t you all relieved you don’t have to read it?Currently listening to people at work droning and gushing over some old art catalogues. Good night & God Bless La La Land.

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"It's okay. It's alright. Everything's just fine and no one can touch you. No one can hurt you, no one can make you cry and no one can draw blood out of you. You will be fine. Just fine."If you say those lines often enough, you can almost get yourself to believe them. You'll almost feel like you're not that stupid, that fucked up and that dumb. Almost.

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I guess it’s time for one of those emo posts, you know, the ones where you reminisce about the year that was, and plan your life for the year that will be, and count all the friends you lost and all the notches on the bedpost that you gained…So here goes, twenty-five things about the year that was:I flunked my finals. I yelled at my principal. I realized that people like to screw you over just

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Hello My loveliest of lovelies...I wish you a happy fucking new year. May all your dreams come true. Or atleast the ones where you're having fun. Over and out, I'm off to get wasted...Phal.

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Dan: What were you doing?Alice: I was travelling.Dan: Alone?Alice: With a... male.Dan: What happened to this male?Alice: I don't know. I ran away.Dan: Where?Alice: New York.Dan: Just like that?Alice: It's the only way to leave; 'I don't love you anymore, goodbye.'From Closer (the play)But it's still fun when they call back...Currently listening to Abida - Songs of the mystics. Courtesy the late

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This is what happens when you work late. Existential Crisis.Is it possible to miss something you never had? Or something you could never ever have achieved? Sometimes, and it’s strange, but sometimes, it’s possible to miss things you day-dreamed about, because you decided to wear your glasses and then once you wear em, you can’t ever take em off. Sheh. I’m missing something. I don’t know what or

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Winter is a strange season. Every time I think of winter, I think Ally McBeal. I keep seeing her walking in the snow, and I see Larry and Billy and all the others she thought she could have loved.Winter, it’s confusing. It has these periods where you feel like nothings going to come out of everything that you do and everything that you have so far done, it’s been for nothing. Winter sometimes

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He always brings me things. They think that's why I like him. Sometimes, we don't talk for a long time. And they ask me if we've fought or something. Sometimes na, we talk everyday. I never give him anything, because I like it that way. I like getting things, and finally there being some person who I don't have to give anything to. I'm sick of giving, and still everyone figures I'm the most

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I figured it’s high time I responded to a tag (considering it’s the first I got here) with appropriate timeliness and enthusiasm. So darling K here says we have to write about ten of our favouritest foods. And I’m not just talking cuisine here. Right up my alley, I say. So here goes:10. Tum Yum Soup: Now this has to be from somewhere suitably east Asian. Or there’s no point. Suggest Lemon Grass.9

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Noor.Noorie.Light.Beauty.Sufi.Hazrat.Haroun.Kabir.Indian, English.European, Muslim.Light.Noor.Noor.Noor.

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Let’s have a party, she says and she twirls on those impossibly high heels with that tattered old summer dress hanging off her skinny shoulders. In the afternoon light, it looks a bit yellowed, as if it’d been buried in someone’s closet for years and years under heaps of newer, shinier, brighter clothing. Which of course it had been.Out of fondness, and perhaps with the enduring air of a

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Somehow, Delhi has that certain something that just pisses you off.It's spectacular. Wide roads. Beautiful houses. Classy locales. Warm, crazy-to-feed-you-at-the-drop-of-a-hat people. The government buildings.Etceterea, etcetera, so on and so forth. It's got all those mad places - Janpath, Pahargunj, Connaught, Khan Market, Jama Masjid, South Ex, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. And still, it's the

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I've been melancholy. Maybe it's the winter. Maybe it's the sudden taste of life. Maybe it's just withdrawal.I haven't been talking to people. That scares me, so I force myself to talk.I can't be bothered to send text messages to friends, I can't be bothered to even switch on my phone. Today, we thought I'd lost the phone, and I panicked, because I wasn't panicking in the first place.Something I

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Back today. Mind fucked like no body's business. Wish everyone would just fade away and leave me be with that beautiful city.I wonder if I'm transferring feelings here. Do I miss the city or do I miss a presence?Will I wake up with the Azaan echoing in my ear? Azaans are not intrusive. They make me feel safe.Was I really happy? If so, why am I questioning it?I feel like I will go back. I feel

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Some months ago, we got a call at our office, saying that this group of people who run an annual festival, wanted to have a look at a tape of our play, Creeps.Now Creeps is not a brilliant play. It has its moments, but its not the best thing after a freshly cleaned stage. Still, we sent it.Then, we got a reply, saying tehy are very much interested, and will get back to us. A couple of months

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For my friend, the Vulture -I keep saying, to my friends, war is futile. All this is futile. We talked about it, and about how the world should be a better place. How we could make it a better place. And how we could really change it. It scares me to think that I refer to these things in past tense. It scared me for a long time. Somehow, I never believed as much as you did. You were right, I

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She floats, she floats.She looks up, up, up, up above. Sees things, from the corner of her eye, she does.Knows things, deep inside her. And still, suffers from infernal stupidity. Breathes a deep breath. Lets it out inA pretty puff. Powdery, clean andUnreal, like the snow alwaysSeemed in travel adsIn some vagueMagazine.Snow.Clean andPerhaps a littleClinical, like

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I don't know if it's me, or if the world's just gone mushy to the extremes!!!!Yesterday, at office, Slink, Bozman and me, we were singing along to Wet Wet Wet's love is all around, and I came home, and the song still hummed away in my head. I played it over and over and over, and then some.This morning, the brother went off to Goa, for his first "college adventure" with his buddies, and I went

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Ah, change. Nice nice if I say so myself. And how do you like my little alluring self up there? My first ever fucking around with templates. I feel so, so, so uber proud.On a completely different note, don't you just love Love Is All Around? I can't seem to get it out of my head of late...

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Ice cream again tonight. tsk, tsk.I dreamt early this morn that I was on the Titanic. Or some ship/trawler/sea vessel that passed the Titanic. Or something similar. Can't remember much, of course, but the damn dream was tilted, straight out of the movie. I wonder if it was trying to tell me something. But then again, maybe I'm reading too much into a morning dream, the ones notorious for coming

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Sometime during the day, I read Casablanca's post about love, happily ever after, and such similar. And while I feel what I feel about it, and while I do love, and have my own opinions about being loved, I'm a cynic. Or rather, someone who wants to stay a cynic, because belief is far scarier.Another word for that could be coward, but so be it. I'm not going to deny it. Coward is good. Coward is

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One could say I've been having much too much ice cream. Last night, for instance, I had chickoo, sitaphal and almond ice cream. I'm not a big fan of experimenting with ice cream flavours. Truly. When I was younger, maybe 5, my ice cream tastes were all devoted to one thing - strawberry. Because it was pink, of course. Then it became chocolate. For a long time, it was chocolate. Then good old

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There's something so, so, so wonderful, about getting done with something. Done, over, finished. Every last *thing* that just is hanging around, and you've been so loathe to do, you've managed to get done. You've managed to get rid of all the hangovers. And saying that it's a really nice feeling is an understatement. Of late, I've been doing something I love. Going to the theatre. A lot. Hai!

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I’m back. In all honesty, I got slightly tired of the whole tantrum throwing. After all, that’s what it was naa? Sulking, tantrum-throwing, etc. All said and done, you got to come back where you began. You got to know your roots.I’m not just talking about the blog. I’m talking about everything. Whatever made me think I could juggle two jobs? Whatever made me think I could be happy with being

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