Beauty and the Lust

As I made my way into the room, I could see her standing at the window gazing out over the city and admiring the silence of the sky. The illuminations of distant skyscrapers quivered around her like innumerable tiny stars worshiping her beauty. Whole environment was spellbound and mesmerised by her elegance, as though her beauty was on a mission to conquer one and all. Raven-black hair ran down her back like a dark river, its unknown waters waiting to be explored and examined. Her glowing shoulders were bare except for tiny straps of red lace. More lace embraced the rest of her body, flirting with my eyes with shadows that suggested everything yet revealed nothing.

I walked to her surreptitiously, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, knowing she could see my reflection in the shining window. I reached for her hair, its glossy plaits shivered to the touch as I pulled it aside. Underneath, her neck curved graciously, like that of a majestic swan. My lips caressed against its warmth, sensing the life gently throbbing beneath the surface. Her face angled slightly, exposing more of its vulnerable surface to my touch. I examined her skin, relishing its feeble saltiness and something else uniquely feminine, uniquely her.She was the epitome of beauty.

Thought Process

Words are running across my mind one after the other - words that make no sense, made up words - and I sit at the computer writing them all one after the other. I just write and write but nothing comes out of it, none of it makes any sense. It’s all just a bunch of disconnected words, but I know that this is the piece of work that will win me a Nobel Prize for literature. I just need to keep writing. I go to a friend of mine and show him the hard copy of my work, gleaming from ear to ear, knowing that this has been my best work yet, but he takes one look at it and a confused expression comes over his face. I take the book from him and open it to find that its blank – all the words have disappeared, or perhaps they were never really written in the first place.

Light of Love

From great miles and distances away, as if on a rocky mountain surrounded by white fog, a voice like my own cries and appeals and begs for resistance, but there isnt any hope left, it cant be found anywhere, it is all dying too fast. I'm murkily aware of my back hitting a tough hard rocky surface that is alive with a hard hitting pulse, a ray of light in the distance disappears into darkness and I focus hard, feeling it all swoop down at last. I gaze deep into her bright brown eyes and beg of her to keep me hidden there, safe in her memories. She stares at me baffled and perplexed for a moment before agreeing, I take hold of her hand up again and we march on forever.

My Favourites

Ok here i'll list all the things that fall into the category "MY FAVOURITES"...its a list thats comprises of things that i love most.

The person i admire most :: Mere Papa [aakhir wahi to apna bank account hain :D]

The person i love most :: My Big Brother...he is a superstar.

The film i love most :: Actually there r two movies in this category..
1) Shawshank Redemption [the movie with the most amazing script]
2) LOTR: The Return Of The King [best ever MADE]

The song i love most :: Dheere dheere se meri zindagi from the film Aashiqi

Most romantic movie that i have seen :: Vanilla Sky [it'll force u to cry]

Most beautiful Bollywood actress :: Sushmita Sen

Most handsome Bollywood actor :: Bobby Deol [though his movies dont perform that well but he looks great]

The gadget i love most :: My PC [its my whole world]

The sport i love most :: Soccer [though i'm not a very good player but i love playing and its not as time consuming as cricket]

The team i like most :: Chelsea [i like them from the time whn they werent as rich]

The player i like most :: Luis Figo [he is a god on the soccer field...only regret is he couldnt win any major trophy with his national team...but i love him]

And lastly my favourite one liner :: "Winner takes it all Loser stands small"

Back n Bored

Ohhhh...finally, its good to be back to my blog page after so many days. I know no one else visits this page but then who cares bcoz the title of the blog page itself describes what its meant for :: "WHAT THE F***". So it doesnt matter whether ppl see this page or not...besides its full of crap n junk material thats why its said useless n empty :D.

All my Btech friends have left the institute for their jobs in India and abroad. I dunno whether those bastards are enjoying their new life and their job or not, but atleast they are better placed than me bcoz they have something new going on at their end...meeting new ppl, handling new project...and i'm stuck with this monotonous life which is very boring without them. But i miss them dearly...they mean a lot to me as far as my campus life is concerned, I miss those L@phuas. These bastards are my darlings...the only saving grace is that they keep in touch through internet n phone calls. and i love it that they call me almost everyday. SO it keeps the masala intact a little.
I just wish i get out of this jail as quickly as i can.
Heres praying for my quick release :P.
Amen.

Freedom

My thoughts whem my exams end ::

Triumph at last! Through deformation and kicking and struggling, I have reversed myself. I feel the change physically as well as mentally. How can I explain it? Is the tightness diminishing? A texture of ease? Maybe it is simply less caring. I struggle and scramble with renewed urge. Still ubder duress by my ignorance, maybe I can get free. My confinement changes, it has become unwelcoming. Walls push away from me from every side. The grumble becomes a bawl, a screaming. The difference keeps on increasing, and I push myself into a new dimension. Different and new! Harder now, each time with the cries I bang, I claw. Atlast,I am free!

Been very busy

Well lately i havent been able to write anything on my blog because i have been very busy with my exams and my exmas end on 30th april 2007. So till that time i might not be able to write much. But after that i'll write as much as possible to vent my frustration about these exams, boring studies etc.
Till then Take Care and Good Luck.
Scorcher.

Wait n War

He wiped the tears from her eyes, and then it was time to go. The last she saw of him was his back as he boarded the train that would take him away. She is still hopeful of seeing him one day but that is not going to happen. Such is the destiny of many soldiers who leave their loved ones to fight for their motherland and many a times that fight becomes their last piece of action. And in reality nothing has ever returned from a war. Such a catastrophe a WAR is.

Spirit, Regret, Pain, Joy n what else

Being a Spirit isn’t without regret or pain, but I am here for eternity and now I will guide the people I love to find happiness so I can feel their joy and not this ache. Life is all about choices even the afterlife.

Its the Reasons

The tales are all the same. The ogre, or giant, or witch removes their heart and hides it still beating inside an egg, inside a chest, in a nest, in a tree, on a mountain at some forsaken corner of the barely civilized world. Not having a heart they are freed from the chains of human emotion, they become monsters for the slaying. The hero always finds the mountain, tree, nest, chest, egg and heart. The monster always dies.

The monster dies because they locked away the wrong thing. They lock away their hearts, but it isn’t the heart they need to be rid of. No the real thing they need to hide away is the reason. You don’t need egg, nest and the rest to hide the reason. You just need walls. You put the reason down in the deepest well of your consciousness and put up walls, one after another until the reason is gone and you are free.

No one knows, no hero goes searching for your monstrous heart beating lonely in its lonely forsaken hiding place. Your heart beats in your chest, just like everyone else’s. But unlike everyone else your heart no longer chains you. The reason is gone, lost behind the walls.

Noise

I’m not demented. Demented people hear voices telling them & instructing them what to do. I do hear and feel voices, constantly in fact, but they are never talking to me. Right now i can hear the guys across the street are having an argument, thinking no one can hear them. Blocks away a boy is whispering lies to his girlfriend. Somewhere, maybe miles from here, a woman is cursing softly to herself as she sits in her car.

I do hear these voices, but I hear everything else as well, and I can’t make it stop. I hear that woman imprecating alone in her car, but I also hear the relays clicking in the traffic light above her, the caterwauling from the radios in the surrounding cars, the rustle of feathers as a flock of birds passes nearby. My head is filled by a constant cacophony, a wall of incomprehensible white noise with snippets made clear for brief, maddening moments. My life is an avalanche of sound, and it is burying me alive.