the stench of hypocracy

x:i love my work..

y:but what do you get out of it?Repect?

x: No

Y: money

x:hardly, not what i deserve for sure

y:then why you in it?

x: coz.....i think of the kids...and what the experice with them gives me..i think of a dream...hyopothetical dream of moulding a new born orgnization to a matured one.

y: dont get emotionally attached..

x: i know...it hasnt got me anything..

z: Hey but what about the moral ethics. Y you are discouraging her. she has to have the patience you see..Be positive..look here and youll see greener pastures..

y: im asking her to wake up...she will sooner or later....ive knon her for long...she thinks from her heart.....and leaves her head back home...she wont give up till she breakes down...and i dont want her to break down...i want her to kep dreaming under a brighter sun..

x: i dont know what to do...

the smell of the cheese coated bacon in a scrumptious pasta!

i dont like to chase dreams..
i prefer to follow water bubbles instead..


i dont like to chase dreams..
i prefer to collect glow worms in my palm..


i dont like to chase dreams..
i prefer to stick my head out of a car's window on a green stretch..


i dont like to chase dreams..
i prefer to make them..


P.S : The title of the blog has nothing to do with the rest of the content. It just felt good to write it down(the title, i mean)

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the vertical rising

of my spirit..
my ego..
my space.
my wants..
my dreams..
of the intensity with which i try to see things as they 'should be'..
of the third string i missed to hear..
of the distance that lay ahead..
of the music in my head..
of logged tapes...and diplomatic views..
of my consciousness..
of thoughts..shoulds...woulds...cans...wonts....
of the pleasure of the last few winter chills..
of 180 degrees of memories..
of platinum rings and broken chains..
of the intoxicated spirit...
of super humans..
of super emotions...
of jumbo smiles..
and taste buds...
of today..

les distances i peuvent garder

sometimes i wish that i was the weather...
You'd bring me up in conversation forever...
And when it rained....
I'd be the talk of the day...

- John Mayer

quand vous êtes avec moi,
je suis libre,
je suis négligent..

two steps behind to move way further on...

nous avons pensé qu'elle était heureuse elle avait l'habitude de sourire je pense que nous avons oublié de la voir des yeux

where does a circle end?

you forgot to read what i did not write....

and maybe i have stopped seeing...

unless the two spaces meet..
there will always be blanks to be covered..


happiness...is the smell of "Rajnigandhas"