Drowning ...

Before I close my eyes
And let the waves suck me in,
I wish to feel the same warmth
I wish to feel the heat of love.

The waiter hands me another Margarita,
I wonder if it is I who washes it down my throat
Or is it you who pull the strings
And wash away my poise

I am lost or I have lost
I am not me anymore
I look into the mirror
The hair dresser tells me that the new look is killing.
I wonder if she actually knows that I have been dead for a long while.

I stir in my sleep,
You hold me tenderly,
Pull my cheeks into a smile...
and hands over my shoulder..
Is it only in my dreams that I embrace you??

I wake up with dark circles under my eyes
Was it the drink, I wonder..
When you pull me close
"Your kohl has smudged" you say.

No more of your games
No more empty gazes driving through the wall
No more trying to make sense out of this wordy world
It is just me who is bobbing her head ...

Have I drowned... or am I drowning
I wonder , as I order yet another drink.

I want to be a ...

how would life be, if I were a log! Hmm... I would lie the whole day in bright sun. I wouldn't care if the air conditioner were on or not... I would not sweat!!

If I were a log, I wouldn't fall in love. A log afterl all is a fallen tree! How could that which is already fallen still fall further!!!

Sometimes the devil pokes out its head. My lazy mind doesn't even bother to shoo it away. I ask him, what is it that you want. Mischief!, he says with a gleam in his eyes.

What if I transport you back in time, when you were still young and fancied falling in love? The devil asks.

I look at him unfazed. With time definition of love has changed, dear devil (no resemblance with IPL's dare devils, mind you!). What once kept me preoccupied has become a different philosophy. If I go back to the time, I see a young reckless driver, talking to an illusive lover while driving her car alone.... With the fast change in time, I see the driver in me has disappeared. I avoid driving. I do not enjoy it anymore. Is there any correlation between driving and being in love? Or any covariance..hee hee

Glossary:
std deviation of x X standar deviation of y X correlation xy= Covariance

Another one in quick succession

This is going to be a quick, curt and quirky post...

So my dear Ankils and Auntijis...if you are reading my blog..kindly stop reading at this point... I regret I ever disclosed to the relative world of mine (know what I mean... :P) that I have a miniscule presence in the web. Well, then you lose the whole damn point.... Minkoo do not use foul language... Damn! I never knew damn was foul... (pls note... my pet name is not Minkoo :P)

Hoping that I have pissed off the clan of write good feel good relatives, let me move to a pungent world.... What is pungent really? The smell of Hydrogen Sulphide in the chemistry lab...??? That is the memory of a time gone by... God... how I hated Chemistry...organic chemistry to be more specific..

So, why does the world have to be perfect... I sometimes wonder if perfect is actually beautiful? I ask myself is not perfection an obsession? Imperfectness is natural... Wear a pajama and a loose t...let your hair hang loosely on your shoulders... don't bother if your brows have been done... or your upperlips (damn! why was I born a girl....men dont shave their chests, do they? then why bother with eyebrows!!!!!!!! ) Why bother that you are looking great while all you want to do is enjoy that movie that you were dying to see.... I sometimes wonder if certain people have only one parameter in life... 'gotta look good!'

what about gotta feel crazy.? I sometimes wonder why i am this good girl... is it how we ought to be once we grow... okay let me state the obvious... once we grow old!
Need to smile when you should...laugh politely when you should... bear boring company when you should.... GOD!

Am I cribbing? Hmm...that should be the surest sign of getting old...or is it about getting creative... a satisfied soul seldom writes... unless there is some restlessness the fingers do not click on the keyboard....

I think of it now... I have not told Sri that I blog... Or I would have an avid reader (another avid reader, as I would like to believe!!! ;) :) ) .... Sri...has she been introduced yet? Okay, let me tell you all, vid has a friend called Sri... She is another crazy soul...so obviously we get along well... She doesnt think i am 'proper proper' probably because she doesnt know me from skool... she thinks i am this pagal pagal girl....(girl..not woman...aha) ...

More on Sri later...

good night for today...and thanks Susant for reminding me that I have a blog!!

Signs of growing old

It has been a long long time that I have made a list. A list of crazy things??? Well, well well.... Vid is no longer crazy... thats because she is growing wise...grr did somebody say old!!!!!!!!!! :D



okay top 10 signs:

1. Birthdays become a chore. It is another day when you are eating out!

2. You catch the smell of tobacco on a teenager and realize that you have passed the phase when you could have fagged..

3. You look for straight cut relaxed fit jeans and prefer them anyday over skin hugging trousers.

4. You have very few single friends... And you tell them tragedy in love is a state of being high..a magnificient stupor that few experience!

5. You have more relatives than friends!!

6. You wonder what to blog about? No crushes to rant on... no more meaningless chatter... no fictitious star or GOD who would smoke grass...

7. You struggle to list out points after you reach the 6th point.

8. Blank

9 Blank

10 Blank :P :)


A toast to my readers,

Thanks for having checked up on me after all..

vid