Crossroads

He slowed down to a stop. The elderly lady crossing the road looked at him and smiled. He smiled back. A second later her smile turned into a frown. He quizzically looked in her direction as he sped away. He realized she had never smiled at him anyway; she was just squinting from the sunlight.

P.S. - Not getting any time for a decent post so screwing arnd with 55s...plz to excuse....

What did you say your name was?

The creatively stunning and shamelessly copied post on wierd names is back...all these were spotted on the BBC website :)

Shouldn't he be a fast bowler instead?

Well Balls to you too!

Another boring lawsuit! ;)

Vertical Space-no time continuum

He braced himself for the pain of vertical travel. His face turned blue as he smiled at his fellow travelers. The women challenged him to inhale, insisting the pod stops at every floor. His lungs were drained and he gave up. It was like having a Molotov cocktail burning his lungs. Damn those perfume showers!

White Horses

A few months ago people looked up at him. They still do, at every traffic signal. They were proud of his kind. Today they look at him with pity, as if he was sitting in an ambulance. All because of a symbol on the side of the bus that became a graffiti – Satyam.

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If you get this song....I'm sorry for your loss

Tony Laf - I'm good

When friends and family come around and ask me
All I say is
I'm good I'm good
I'ma be alright

Deep in side I know I can't take any more
It's killing me slowly
Physically mentally
There's nothing left in me.

But I don't want people to feel sorry for me
That's why I say
I'm good I'm good

Said I'm good I'm good
I'ma be alright
I'm good I'm good
I'll be alright
I'm good I'm good baby
I'ma be alright
wooah

Some times I can't even talk
I can't walk
See the end of the road
Somebody help me
Oh say somebody help me
Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
ooohhh

I don't want people to feel sorry for me
That's why I say
I'm good I'm good
I'ma be alright

Said I'm good I'm good
I'ma be alright
I said come on I'm good I'm good

I'll be alright babe
I'm good I'm good
Said I'll be alright baby
I'm good oh baby said I'm good
Baby that's all I say

My friends and family that's all I tells them but
Deep inside I'm dying baby
Oh...no...no...no

I'm good I'm good
I'm ok alright
Said I'm good I'm good
I'ma be alright

with a little help from my friends...

Watched an old movie today..The big chill

I haven't been in touch with too many of people I have known over the years. But I do "ping" a few of them out of the blue some times...this includes adding "friends" on social networking sites. There are people who you haven't talked to in AGES and the next time you call them you just carry on from the last unfinished PJ, or the last abuse they were heaping on you for not being in touch...then there are those who you talk to exitedly for 15 minutes about the old times and the poeople you knew and then the conversation floats into an uncomfortable silence....

I am lucky to have some of the former kind..hope the new people I meet add into that pool...I know I know...wierd stuff to put here but watch the movie, you'll get it.

BTW if you like classic rock, try the OST for this movie....

Free to be bound

Chains holding me down
stalling my flight
Huge abyss of the unknown
waiting to swallow me whole

Cold rusted metal grinding my skin
every move against the inertia is painful
The safety and pleasure of knowning the pain
Afraid of the unknown happiness and exhileration

Living my life by a set of rules
Short term goals laying my life in front of me
Taking a new challange head on
not bothering about how it will pan out

The safe option is constricting my dreams
just like a huge python wraped around me
The unknown deamon has his arms wide open
waiting for me to take the plung

The crossroads are calling
take your pick
die of thirst on your side of the road
or cross the road hoping you won't become roadkill

Sucking it up

He was paralyzed seeing her devoid of life. It would be at least 3 days before they could attend to her. It was time; to give it his all. It had to be a transplant. A bottle, a tube and divine powers of his lungs to move petrol from a Santro to his bike!

Ah Crap!

I really hate "occasions". 31st Dec is just another one of em....ok yeah I'm just grumpy...as always.

BTW why do people wish "Happy new year" on 31st evening? arre yaar should I start wishing you happy birthday a day before you grow old???

Any hoo...hope you have a great time if u r goin partyin...hope you get sleep if your neighbours are partyin...have fun next yr! See you on the flipside...

Peace and remembrance for 26/11...

P.S. - Don't miss Slumdog millionare for the world...surprisingly refreshing movie!

Need a new job?

Spotted on the BBC website :D

Is raat ki subah nahin?

Feeling....Helpless, scared, empty, violated, angry, insignificant....

ATS chief died, NSG commandos died...

People had to go through a list to figure out if the people they have been looking for are still alive...

The cliches from the politicians have started

Pakistan says they were not involved

PM says we will not let this happen again...just like the last time

Shivraj Patil is still the Home minister..incompetent bufoon

Modi and Advani are looking to cash in...oppertunists

Thakrey surface again...his tail between his legs 

Jayanti Natrajan continues her sycophancy....I don't have words for her...I do but can't be spoken in public

Why shouldn't I just let go and give up...I don't know....I don't know if I will...I hope you are not feeling as helpless...

In case you are in Bombay...do me a favor..if you think it is safe, please drop a flower at atleast one of the sites....in rememberance of all those who were not as lucky as us...

Apocalypse

Blood soaked streets

Bullets replacing crackers

Twinkle in the eyes replaced with an emptiness

Breaking news breaking hearts and spirits

Freedom fighters who don't understand freedom

Taking lives to free their souls

Freedom they long for is forever lost

Their guilt will never set them free

Soldiers ready to die for me

stepping in the line of fire

With a flimsy bullet-proof vest

With pride of the country at heart

Politicians taking their customary rounds

Celebrities outraged at talk shows

Journalists hawking their "sources"

News junkies watching the unfolding story

The final assault started 8 hours ago

Taj is up in flames again

Helpless Indians in front of the tube

Wondering what have you done to my home...what did you do to my home

Some more name calling

Now imagine what the conversation will be like..

Mr D: Go and lend more money!
Bank Wala: Don't be absurd..Darling.
Mr D: Don't talk to me like that you are not my wife....Go lend money
Bank Wala: Darling that is just not feasible. We need liquidity!
Mr D: Stop fucking around with my economy! You are screwing up the confidence, this has never happened before!
Bank Wala: Go to hell...err....Darling

Suspended Animation

Her white skin was gleaming under the bright sunlight. Enjoying everyone’s attention, her huge black eyes held every gaze directed at her. She was a traffic stopper alright. But then her master turned up and struck her hard with a stick and everyone moved on. Her famous last word still echo in the emptiness…..MOOOOOOOOOO.

Down Poison

Struggle with your life's purpose at night
vow that the next morning will begin the change
Start the next day just like the day before
hoping the change will find you...somehow

Pick your poison, drink it down
Numb your senses, dumb the world down

You detest the framework you are given
The set of rules to live and be judged by
You end up being bound by the rules
Measuring your happiness and success...like everyone else

Pick your poison, drink it down
Numb your senses, dumb the world down

You had promised yourself, you won't be just another soul
Wandering the streets with a smiley stamped across your face
Now between shopping binges and loud music
You nod and smile at no name faces

Pick your poison, drink it down
Numb your senses, dumb the world down

And then you finally make your peace
The last moments, before you hit the ground, set you free
But what will they say? How will they cope with it?
You will forever be the one not talked about...the human stain

Pick your poison, drink it down
Numb your senses, dumb the world down

Your alarm clock is signaling a new start
Welcome to the strange
Welcome to what happened yesterday
Welcome to your life...

Same shit, New day...