Mazel Tov

Judge Judy,Curious George,all arrived.An entire year is going to be ended.What did you people do?What did i do?The rendition of thoughts and actions,were those all lived?
January:Ran to office,worked little,learnt things and forgot.
February:Sadness(Pathetic Rating),My Di's got a good job,Happy family,Kinda ruined my job,as lost interest.
March:I was a looser.No deadlines,no work pressure,Did not miss a single get together.Still felt like a big looser.
April:The best month of the year.Bench worked,Outlined future plans.
May,June:Had same stuffs repeated.
July:Started a student life.Classes and friends and teachers.Competitions and overnight study.Awesome days.
August:Mostly the total month at home.Heavenly feel when you wake up at home everyday.
September:Exams.Success and failure.Shared evenly.
October:A month of bad dreams.All full of questionnaires.
November:Scattered mind.
December:I believe i am the most happy person for the time being.

Failed attempts followed by utter happiness of successes,Good people and missed People.So what counts is,were we in this time!For me,I felt the year and the song of the year was 'chances' of five for fighting and Adele's 'Someone like you'.So it's the time to welcome a new time and some new ups and downs,with a belief that everything's just gonna be fine.Happy New Year :)

Point-Blank

I scooted it all,after hearing back from my roomie.The best of the moronic day it was.When you just wake up and feel like,for nothing you don't want to step into office.There is this post-Up In The Air fauxmey feeling all around.You just realise the hopelessness of not being into any of the ropes.There is somebody inside of you always grunting being into economic insecurity in the company & Over-hyped,over-priced entrance examinations.You console yourself again and again,watching 'The Perfect Score'.If i would be framed into a hypothetically-conditioned movie,it would be just far better than when life happens.So anyway,how it goes.Thanks to the bonkers around.Who at this screwy place still believes,good's gonna work out.We are the tiny people,yet of infinite power.This is the law of attraction,that's how it goes all around.Winston Churchill said 'It's you,who create your own universe as you go along'.So all that I had to do is shift my awareness and really believe for my wishes come true.Peter out other news in the world,and go for the exam though it's over-hyped and else.Christmas and New Year's ahead.It ain't matter what's happening and what's going to turn up.All one has to look for is look inside your mind and figure out.Out of list of movies 'The Secret' made my next day.Happily done with the exam.There is a power in what we focus.The trial of being a philistine,watching glass-half-full shits & making the Danny DeVito movie may be tough,but rest is no biggie.



It's 'The Polar Express' time approaching :)

Clairvoyance & The Opposite Of Clairvoyance

Look at us.Running around.Always rushed.Always late.I guess that's why they call it the human race.What we crave most in this world is the connection.For some people it happens at first site.It's when you know you know.It's fate working it's magic.And that's great for them.They get to live in a pop song.Ride the express train.But that's not the way it really works.For the rest of us,it's complicated,it's messy.It's about horrible timing,and fumbled opportunities.And not being able to say,what you need to say when you need to say it.




Look at us.Running around.Always rushed.Always late.I guess that's why they called it the human race.But sometimes,it slows down just enough for all the pieces fall into place.Fate works it's magic.And you're connected.Every once in a while in all the randomness something unexpected happens,and it pushes us all forward.And the truth is..What I'm starting to think..What I'm starting to feel..Is that maybe,the human race..Isn't a race at all.

How do you see it? It's a total caduceus.

Thought-Riddance

It's out there.Published already.Do I need to tout & so re-tout.I am writing cause I have to let it out to know the truth.Early in the morning I had a deep chat with my roomie about what we are deciding ain't what we want.You gotta see what age you are into.This is what the phase of tentativeness.You tend to get bored of prolonged stuffs.It's here ,where you live a life of attaching dots of different diameter to make a complete line.

Some Threshold Points:

1.Scribbling thoughts out at 3am after a night full of random surfing.
2.Insomnia.
3.Figuring every other entrance examination as your goal and get over with it.
4.Answering all questions with 'fine'.
5.Getting addicted to small stuffs like choco lava or prime time tea.
6.Get hurt when people say 'you,a loser'(knowing that all are).
7.Try to convince all single people around.
8.Talking to kids make one to complacent time.
9.Happiness is distracted,may be the best you can get is @KFC's chicken popcorn.
10.Some 10 days of rigorous stuff and then 3 days a break with madness.
11.You start get bored of same,old people and place.
13.Experiment with all new stuffs.
12.Winter evenings are the best.Calm,convincing,not lonely but alone.
13.You go to office on weekend support and develop a rebel inside of you next time.
14.Think of all way to get out of present.
15.Unknowingly you tend to be capricious.
16.A day,you see yourself in 1000 people travelling around you.
17.Moreover,though you say you change a lot,deep down all of your posts on the blog look same.


I hope I'd be coming up with new cells of thoughts next time.The de-re-generation at every zillion seconds of a 22-30 aged people who work 9 to 5 ;)

To-Be-Transformed

Has anybody been recently strolling one's thoughts over my posts.Nope.Yes.Whatelse!Well I do.I need a frame now.Sick of those same place,same rants and now want to renew all.I kind of get the idea behind why do people run around the globe!I wish i could get a mind to get into.The very same hackneyed brain in the very same stuffs around,have become lame.This just hit me today while travelling around streets of Hyderabad.How different streets speak of different stories and how the time of turning to our very own homey street make me feel dead.I wish i could change all by now and then.I have kinda stopped liking the trees,leaves by my window.The morning music at my neighbours is making me go mad.The same arrangements at all my places is just so dead.I don't feel life any more.Do they sell thoughts and mind these days,cause I am looking into buying.



Fly me to nowhere...
I've never been there.I promise I'll be back one day.

There comes times when I wish I'd be no more.
There are hours, there are days.

And yet you wish me be mortal.
Ordinary amongst those who roams the lands.

Touched by an angel.
Brought to be more than I wanted, into the light.

Redeemed of my sins.
Dispersed like ashes in the sea.
That's where you'll find me...

At the sea...Fingers to toes...
Death releases us all.

I am being.World rotating or world crashed down.
We all fall down the same vastness.

Can I leave it all behind?
Just for a little while...

yet kept this human cover...
No one can hear me...
No one can see me...
Lost and found...

Swim until you drown. Love until you hate.

It's all I know.

One Hand In My Pocket

The Spring-Summer-Fall-Winter days are here.What do you do?You get out of your cobweb and look around for hand in hand just to look around the the guy playing mouth-organ around.You start talking impeccable stuffs to your 10 flock of friends with your smattering datas.Or may be you just draw a graph of economy downfall inside your mind with accurate figures and spend some pretty-shitty sum of money on your cheesy boutique scarf collections.You are one of those dwarfs who dramatically succeed in pole-vaulting,ain't you?So then what are you?You have been hauling up and circumspecting about everything till the last minute and you did not opt for that.You of course can be a needy when you got it all.So grab your coat, and get your hat,leave your worry on the doorstep,just direct your feet to the seasonal side of the streets,as you prefer.Cause everyday people are far-fetched oxymorons.