...lies in the feeling of detachment...
peace
freedom
beauty

i am
the dot of a full stop...
complete in its own self

vodoo on a yellow sunday

Happiness is watching Adam chase a fly for 2o mins this morning

Beauty is Nani's face when she sleeps

Love is maa's kiss when im fast asleep

I.N.N.E.R.T.W.I.S.T

8:00 am - my horrorscope for the day states: let go of bitter energies...
10:00 am - the advertisement next to my facebook account states - Block all your mental blocks

dosent fate have better things to do than keep track of my state of mind!

yesterday i met an "all in love" newly married couple...and for some reason i kept thinking how long will it remain like this....

day before yesterday someone asked me if at all i knew what i wanted out of life...

last week...swamyji warns me to stop sulking and start believeing in myself...

am i seriously that predictable...

a thought is like a seed that germinates in her mind....making it the most potent force of energy that makes or ruins it...

why can you not see - mee!

if i were to give you one chance
what would you want it to bring you.....

YOU ARE

the unaltered
the unconditional
the unattainable
the unforeseen
the untouched
the understated

you are what i see in you when you're notional
you are
liberated
hyper
reactive
proactive
meditative
soothing
violent
playful


you're me when im not myself
you are also me when your not your own



finally a lot can change..getting inside your brain..you try not to get away
but you
...probably go insane

how beautiful do you usually get?

the world is changing
i can feel it in the grass..
smell it in the wind..
see it in the dawn..

the world is changing...
as i let you go..

i end where you stop dreaming..............

surface of a shadow pool
reflecting nothing

Hello!

This is your life speaking.

You don't know what you're doing to me...Do you?

all the love i have is in my mind

Let the might of your compassion arise to bring a
Quick end to the flowing stream of the blood and tears.
Please hear my anguish words of truth
An ocean of measureless qualities in an ocean of joy
Drunk with demonic delusions
Our most chaste and long-felt desire
Why can you not see...me!

its taken a fair amount of experience

marginal amount of intellect

some sprinkles of destiny

and loads n loads of hardwork

Can someone explain what the hell am i doing here!

if i were to make a big mistake....it would definately be YOU..

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GUGU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

For people who've made my day even before the actual date of my bithday..
For people who gave me the most memorable surprises of the the year..
For people who truly..truuuly love me
For people who need to be reminded about sending their gifts soon
For people who got me the most beautiful watch ever..and lash enhancing makeup turning me into a most wanted category of the season
For people who went a step ahead to make it super special
For people who still have to go on the 3081th dinner of the year with me
For people who forgot what this day was 2 years back
For people who mended my heart...and even those who broke it this year..
For people who held me stable during my state of emotional drainage..
For people who cared about me when i was 63kgs..and today that i am 46..
For people who spoil me and those that turn me wasted..
MUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!
Thank You!

for showing me what MORAL FIBRE truly is......and making an ordinary date worthwhile...

well before time..

there's something definately wrong with me turning 25 ...considering the whole damn world has driven me crazy that i should get married THIS YEAR ...as if im turning gay in the next...

family, relatives and even friends start of the minute they get a glimpse of me...

i thought my plans of doing a PHD would actually delay the process by a year or two..but to my surprise..the world feels getting a match for an over-qualified, picky lady like me would be near to impossible by the time i stick a "Dr" title next to my name..

this is precisely the reason why guys pop out of nowhere in family dinners and formal functions..aunties' eligible sons dont really have the best time of their twinkling life when i rape them with my interrogation...almost making them realize how worthless their existence stands..in comparison to my cat laying kittens every six months...i mean you know how blunt this virgo can be...and these times...im at my best....

but i have started to give in...at times..because the world tries to force it down our f****d up heads how we are actually borne to PROCREATE...and not just to love....before i reach impotency...i might as well lay kittens myself..

the one thing i wana do..is runaway and work in a developing country where noone knows what 15th september does to my life...

- yours (patiently)

love is the most sold-out commodity of the current century...full stop

THE BOOK OF THE WAY

the ancient mastersdidn't try to educate the people
but kindly taught them to not-know
when they think that they know the answers
people are difficult to guide
when they know that they don't know
people can find their own way
if you want to learn how to govern
avoid being clever or rich
the simplest pattern is the clearest
content with an ordinary life
you can show all people the way
back to their own true nature

with two needles already pierced through my bum...one pierced through my nerve sucking out awesomely deep red colored blood for a god for saken blood test...the month that just passed...and the one thats going on dosent seem like bringing any reason to celebrate this year..

the report in the evening will show if ill have to be off "charnamat" for a good time..there goes any intoxicating plan for my birthday this year....to make matters worse...if my body temperature continues to roar on the thermometer...i doubt any sort of a celebration..

price for turning 25!

really need to go to Munsiari this October....and if dosent happen...im showing symptoms of the next serial killer...

It is the pleasure of searching and the pleasure of the adventure. You are nourishing something that’s very important-your dreams. We must never stop dreaming. Dreams provide nourishment for the soul, just as a meal does for the body. Many times in our lives we see our dreams shattered and our desires frustrated, but we have to continue dreaming. If we don’t, our soul dies… …The Good fight is the one we fight because our heart asks it of us… …The Good fight is the one that’s fought in the name of our dreams. When we’re young our dreams first explode inside us with all of their force, we are very courageous, but we haven’t yet learned how to fight. With great effort, we learn how to fight, but by then we no longer have the courage to go into combat. So we turn against ourselves and do battle within. We become our own worst enemy. We say that our dreams were childish, or too difficult to realize, or the result or our not having known enough about life. We kill our dreams because we are afraid to fight the good fight. The first symptom of the process of killing our dreams is lack of time… The Busiest people I have known in my life always have time enough to do everything. Those who do nothing are always tired and pay no attention to the little amount of work they are required to do. They complain constantly that the day is too short. The Truth is, they are afraid to fight the good fight… The second symptom of the death of our dreams lies in our certainties. Because we don’t want to see life as a grand adventure, we begin to think of ourselves as wise and fair and correct in asking so little of life. We look beyond the walls of our day-to-day existence, and we hear the sound of lances breaking, we smell the dust and the sweat, and we see the great defeats and the fire in the eyes of the warriors. But we never see the delight, the immense delight in the hearts of those engaged in the battle. For them, neither victory nor defeat is important; what’s important is only that they are fighting the good fight. And, finally, the third symptom of the passing of our dreams is peace. Life becomes a Sunday afternoon; we ask for nothing grand, and we cease to demand anything more than we are willing to give. In that state we think of ourselves as being mature; we put aside the fantasies of our youth, and we seek personal and professional achievement. We are surprised when people our age say that they still want this or that out of life. But really, deep in our hearts, we know that what has happened is that we have renounced the battle for our dreams-we have refused to fight the good fight. When we renounce our dreams and find peace, we go through a period of tranquility. But the dead dreams begin to rot within us and to infect our entire being. We become cruel to those around us, and then we begin to direct this cruelty against ourselves…What we sought to avoid in combat-disappointment and defeat-came upon us because of our cowardice. And one day, the dead, spoiled dreams make it difficult to breath, and we actually seek death. It’s death that frees us from out certainties, from our work, and from that terrible peace of Sunday afternoons.”
The Pilgrimage by Paulo Coelho P. 58