tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450741471554049142024-03-14T15:02:48.427+05:30S.c.r.i.b.b.l.i.n.g.spenning thoughts to wordsFreelancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06086169141995651713noreply@blogger.comBlogger153125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445074147155404914.post-87797836712929063992013-10-14T07:51:00.001+05:302013-10-14T07:51:07.717+05:30MDR| 13th Oct '13<p dir="ltr">Life is spiralling out of control. 2013 has to be the worst year of my existence. At times like these, I've no idea what I'm looking forward to. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Things are turning sour in every department. Career wise, I'm struggling and still fighting to get a good mba college while simultaneously running out of time. In matters of the heart, we're running on fumes. After 7 years, even she is tired of all the chances I blew and I've nothing else to do. Who do you turn to when you're your best guide and you're lost? </p>
<p dir="ltr">What do you do when the one you promised to love till eternity feels choked with you? Do you let her go free where she gets more attention and care from others or do you hold on to the hope that even in the darkest hours, you will not be left behind? Sometimes love is simply not enough. We are a living example of that. And yet at this moment of time, I'm helpless. I try not to repeat my mistakes but I'm running out of responses when the fights move to 'what have I done for her' every single day for the last 2-3 months. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I've nowhere to turn to, no energy to beg and not enough time to fight back. I took love for granted, hoping it would be enough. I've already lost in love once and so I gambled everything on this. And then I forgot that she is a girl. A regular girl who likes to be loved and cared for. Its no surprise she turns to the one who is offering her that. I forgot that she has never had her heart been broken. She can afford one. </p>
<p dir="ltr">My biggest strength is turning out to be my worst mistake. With age, I'm growing more understanding of the human natures of adjustment and toleration and yet forgetting that I simply cannot expect her to think like me. I'm boxed in with my own precarious notions and the constant need to adapt. She was my greatest achievement. There's something you should know about her. She's different. She's special. And the amalgamation of all those made me fall irrevocably in love with her. She's also the same. She has the same basic needs. And this greatest achievement is turning out to be a colossal failure. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Life is a wreck. Physically, I've so many problems that the doctors are going to have a field day with my body. Atleast I quit smoking. Mentally, I'm slowly losing it all. Sleepless nights, the imminent arrival of exams and the constant fights have left a hollow feeling inside me. Obligations and responsibilities have crippled my zest for life and these daily fights have knocked the breathe out of me. Sometimes I feel like begging her for a timeout. But I've always been saying that. And no amount of timeouts can change the fact that we are fighting over the same thing over and over and over again. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I'm writing these words today because I need an outlet. I don't have friends close enough who'd understand because first, they've never been in this spot and secondly, no one is close enough. The other reason I'm here instead of Twitter is because most of them have their own issues. This is something I've to fix on my own. Even if it means losing everything. Yes, their are a couple of friends I could talk to and bare all my frustrations out, and I figure they might understand my plight. But I know they'll blame her for compounding my already overgrowing list of miseries. And I would rather stay silent than hear them out. I don't want to blame her. I just want to be heard. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Its so hard to be me at times. I will need to change my view of the world to be successful. I will need to go where the wind blows. Because being me, hasn't paid off. It is so easy to blame her when life doesn't work out. Sometimes I wish she just understood. Sometimes I wish she simply doesn't fight the same topic over and over again. And as I wish, I know she wishes for some things too that I've failed in. But I'm running on empty. My head hurts. Alcohol simply isn't pushing everything away. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I can give the world away to be with her. Without her, I know I will give the world away. I cannot survive this. Neither can she. It is so tempting to damn everything to hell. But how do you when you know that without her, you're simply broken. I'm let down by my own actions and my own thoughts. Do I keep fighting? Hoping to slowly change to the way she wants me while battling the same fights over and over again? Or do I cease to exist knowing very well now that she can survive without me? </p>
<p dir="ltr">I dunno how much more I can take. I'm simply counting the days away. Every morning I yearn to hear her sleepy voice. Every night I dread the familiar fights. Neither of us are living. How I wish God made me different. How I wish I was everything she looked for. Wishes. Faint and fickle. </p>
<p dir="ltr">If she's reading this, I just want her to know what she already does. That she's the strong one in this relationship. The better one. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Dark clouds are gathering. There is a storm coming. The light at the end of the tunnel, I can't see it anymore. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I'm off now. I need some sleep. Some respite. <br>
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Freelancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06086169141995651713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445074147155404914.post-27387430289537330522013-05-18T07:07:00.000+05:302013-05-18T07:07:13.768+05:30MDR| 17th May '13<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm back in Chennai. Minus the rains ofcourse. Having trouble figuring out what to do with life. Most of my friends are already working and they keep throwing not too-less subtle hints about me not having a job yet.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sis has a job too. And by sis, I mean the one who's frigging four years younger to me. Yeah judge me. The sun keeps shining everywhere except on me. Nevertheless this has to be the proverbial year. I mean, I can only fail as much. There's bound to be success soon right? RIGHT? Some of my friends are planning to get married as well. The better half is impatient too. I don't blame her. I'm growing old by the minute. Facebook is disappointing mostly. Half the time people tag me in pictures with their new born kid. Okay they're cute but what's the frigging rush?? </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">A cool blogger friend of mine got married recently. Her name's Aditi. Never met her. Dunno when I will. Hopefully before she is preggy. I want separate treats. Mentally ticking people of my to-invite-on-birthday list. Don't want friends/so-called-friends to come along with their kids. I'm not being rude, I love kids. Except not on my birthdays. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Did I tell you that I lost my BlackBerry. Went to attend my nephew's wedding (yes, another wedding) and somebody bloody nicked it. Sucker didn't realize its a bloody BB. I can wipe their data anytime I want. It would've been a lot cooler if I tracked down the BB and charged into their room with an air-gun. Sadly, Google Maps don't work much in interior Assam. So the BB is officially gone and I've managed to score a Samsung Guru. Atleast it has a torch which is proving to be extremely helpful in bathrooms when there is a powercut and I've nothing to do except the old familiar handjob.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">On the love front, shit hit the fan last month. I'm still clearing the ceiling but it will probably take some more time. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">My Bonnie lies over the ocean, my Bonnie lies over the sea.....my Bonnie lies over the ocean, O bring back my Bonnie to me.....Bring back o bring back, bring back my Bonnie to me.... Am listening to this song on loop. Its quite addictive, I must say. I remember hearing it somewhere before but couldn't quite place it. And then I heard it today on Elementary. After about a 100 re-listens, I remembered I heard it on Barfi. Except, I thought it was body instead of Bonnie. Which doesn't quite make sense unless it was someone singing from beyond the grave.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">*goes back to listening the song*</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Its FL signing off... </span></span></div>
Freelancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06086169141995651713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445074147155404914.post-70551421454934589302012-12-17T13:09:00.000+05:302012-12-17T13:09:14.257+05:30MDR| Who gives a fuckity fuck?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You know what I just realized?? This! this writing for myself. This virtual diary of mine. Now before you get excited and jizz all over your keyboard, lets just take one day at a time okay.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This blog is almost 4 years old now? No? 3? Yeah..somewhat about that. And to think that once upon a time there was about 10-15 comments every post [okay maybe 5-6] So you're wondering what happened? Life did. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Maintaining Abysmally Mine, The Writer's Lounge and Scribblings took a toll on my imagination and laptop. Abysmally Mine is still in that vegetative state I left more than a year ago. Methinks! Haven't written an acrostic or a cinquain in ages. About The Writer's Lounge, which was once upon a time, India's topmost group blog... *le sigh* That blog is almost dead. I'm still one of the admins, but neither me nor anyone in the virtual world ever goes there. Come to think of it, the blog which boasted of 400 reviews a month has faded away to 2 per month now. Think of decline and this might be the fastest one.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">People change. And the blog suffers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So I ain't writing no shit. No creative juices are oozing from by brain either. I don't read anyone's blogs and they don't read mine. Seems like a fair deal. There's just too much stuff. And on top of that, there's Farmville 2. 24 hours isn't just cutting it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Anyway, moving on...was in Bangalore last week. Finally something I enjoyed. Even though waking up to my friend's morning boner poking my back was not how I envisioned my weekend trip to me. Nevertheless, the trip was fun. Sis burnt a huge hole in my wallet. Typical younger sibling. Love her to bits, hate her to the core.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Now that am back in Chennai, I need to find a way to get the shit outta here. 5 years is more than enough for a non-Madrasan to live here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You guys living in Bom, Bang and Dilli, gimme a call if you have a job for me. Seri??</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">4 days till the world ends and 7 days till Christmas and Secret Santa. Dunno which to run from.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Till the next time,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Its FL signing off...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">BTW, why you no tweet??? </span></div>
Freelancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06086169141995651713noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445074147155404914.post-706338887061346112012-06-09T20:25:00.001+05:302012-06-09T20:27:29.212+05:30MDR| 9th June '12<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hey.<br />
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Ever felt like coming back to a blog out of pity? Yeah? The feeling's mutual mate. And now that I'm here, the 'me' that was brimming with ideas prior to opening this page has vanished again.<br />
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So, to the sad person who actually thought I will write something inspiring and funny, I'm actually laughing at you. C'mon this is just a dump. My daily ramblings is officially my once-in-a-while-i-remember-you ramblings.<br />
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Speaking of once in while, Maddy visited me. Oh yeah! I met her after a year. Can you believe it?? A year! I was almost a dry-sexual. Anyway, little happened to change that status. But I am not complaining. Anything is better than a year of watching porn and exercising my hand. Its 9th of the month and I'm broke. Yep, girlfriend visiting you can do that. And not to mention it was Deempi's birthday. Who on earth knew that a frigging cake would cost me 1500 bucks. Plus, a school friend's girl visited Chennai and I was asked to be her bodyguard slash guide slash unofficial date for the better of 4 days. So whatever little money I'd hoped to save, went into the pockets of numerous cab drivers with ugly hands.<br />
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And Homeshop18 has this unfortunate habit of delivering books when funds are low. So yeah, I might have to survive on someone else. Yet again. The only positive thing I can see so far is that I'm leaving Chennai in less than 30 days.<br />
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That's it. I've nothing else to talk about. Atleast for now. See you some other time.<br />
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Its FL signing off.</div>Freelancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06086169141995651713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445074147155404914.post-55126566713628947942012-03-04T05:54:00.000+05:302012-03-04T05:54:29.491+05:30MDR| 3rd March '12<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Hello world.<br />
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Its been a long time. I've been so busy lately that I've forgotten that I've a blog of my own where I can drop my thoughts.<br />
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These last few months have been hectic. I don't get break from work. Speaking of work, I know, most of you have no idea am working. Well, basically its not work. I'm still planning to go abroad but till the fated day arrives, am working. First, it was Amazon customer service and now am in McAfee tech support. In a way, pay in tech support is much much much better although I loved the work involved with Amazon.<br />
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Also I've been actively busy with my other blog lately, A Lot of Pages. Yeah, that's the one. And I realize that it frigging costs a lot to maintain a book review site. With events happening every month over there, am glad that I earn a bit.<br />
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Haven't met Maddy since June last year. This has been the longest and honestly, its stretching too much now. I'll probably drop a visit to Kolkata sometime this month.<br />
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What else? Yeah, still living with bro and the ladies. The dog is growing up. She is more than a year old. Everything else is still the same. I've stopped going to twitter. I went back for a while and saw that people have moved on and I felt clueless over there. Its not their fault. So, I decided not to go again. Maybe one day I'll start a new account and start afresh.<br />
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Chennai as usual has been horrible. Its people more the so. My friends in chennai, most. No calls, no messages, no pings!<br />
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#notetoself: Quit whining.<br />
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Anyways, that's all for now. Its almost 6am and I'm yet to sleep. Catch you later.</div>Freelancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06086169141995651713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445074147155404914.post-53438098677082471012011-12-22T17:43:00.000+05:302011-12-22T17:43:01.283+05:30MDR| 22nd Dec '11<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">How to start writing again?? I mean, how on earth am I supposed to start from where I stopped? And that stop is long erased from memory that I DO NOT know what am supposed to write anymore.<br />
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All the people I blogged with, well not all, but most like Artz, Nush, Arun, Esther, Ste have stopped blogging and only Leo, Nimue and Rashi are active. Also, after them came friends like Rashmi, Nabs, Deepti have stopped updating their blogs and are rarely active. The current third generation of bloggers since my time are the only ones active here and believe me when I say this, even they will stop within a year.<br />
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Life moves on. People find new hobbies. Blogging becomes least interesting as more vivid ways of communicating and sharing ideas come alive. Only a few stay back. And only a few like me...cling on to memories and hopes of reviving the lost art of blogging without even having a hope.<br />
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Phew! Wow whining is my super power it seems.<br />
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Anyway, 2012 is upon us. Judging by the way the last few years have sucked, I can only hope this one is better. I am even ready to embrace armageddon.<br />
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Sayonara till later. As usual, am running away.<br />
Its FL signing off</div>Freelancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06086169141995651713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445074147155404914.post-39666264760744780462011-11-13T14:51:00.000+05:302011-11-13T14:51:52.428+05:30MDR| 13th Nov '11<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Just a quick update to let you all know that i am still alive and still kicking ass wherever i find any. Also to all the people who haven't bother to give me a call, may you have loose motion for a week :D</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">My BB is dying. The keypad is in a state of coma and the screen keeps getting blank every few minutes. Not to mention the fact that the silent and vibration profiles do not work as they are supposed to. And the only calls I get are from my girl, my mother and various assholes trying to sell me something. I need to find a way to pataofy dad into getting me another cell. Mom is always the answer but i doubt it will work this time around. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Enough of mobile talk now. Btw am out of twitter. Yeah, after 35000 tweets, i have decided to give myself a break. Well no, i didn't decide, my mobile did. but what the hell. I spend my days drooling at my book blog or by reading novels. And yeah i decided to get a part time job till i clear my backlogs. Customer Support at Amazon.com. Blah!! Thank God, i don't pick up calls!!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Giving cooking a rest too since bro and bhabi are always home these days. That allows me freedom to play FIFA 12!! yeah baby!!! Okay chalo, ab i am going. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Catch you later. Until then, its FL signing off</span></span></div>Freelancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06086169141995651713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445074147155404914.post-58552262896292530642011-10-19T20:07:00.002+05:302011-10-19T20:09:29.773+05:30MDR| 19th Oct '11<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Why is it that after a couple of posts i run out of words? Happens to me all the time. I feel like i have more topics to talk with a stranger than write about. Anyway, Home Alone period is almost over. Bro and Bhabi are coming back tomorrow. And you know what that means?? Free food!! Yes!!! No more spending pocket money on chicken and eggs and bread and milk.</span></span></div><div style="color: #3d85c6;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Its not that i have been alone all this while. My ex-roomie keeps visiting and have the dog for company. Doggie is tired of milk, so i tried giving her cold coffee. She licked it up. Caffeine lover. Brownie points to her. If bro comes to know about it, i am DEAD!</span></span></div><div style="color: #3d85c6;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Flipkart delivered a book today. Its a romance novel *pukes* But i have to read it as part of the book reading challenge on my blog. Okay what else? Oh yes, my girl is weird. She tells me that none of her colleagues believe that she has a boyfriend aka 'me', but whenever i ring her up during office hours she tries her best not to say 'i love you' before keeping the phone. Is this a sign from God?? hmmm. I gave up figuring out girls long time back. </span></span></div><div style="color: #3d85c6;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mom and Dad are still not back from their so-called second honeymoon. I just don't want another sibling in 9 months. That would be awkward. Meta! Told Ma not to get anything for me. That means i can ask for funds by the end of the month. bwahahaha. Downloading of tv shows is happening once more. Though i am still waiting for the new season of Chuck and Bones.</span></span></div><div style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I swear to God i will never live alone again. Groceries cost like hell!!! 1 kg rice barely lasts 2 days! And refined oil costs 90 bucks! What the fuck! Also 1L milk for just 2 days! I will go bankrupt within months! Not to mention the bread and eggs that i eat daily. If only father owned KFC. Its been almost 2 months since i tasted a chicken zinger burger! *sob sob* </span></span></div><div style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ooh gotta go. Ex-roomie is preparing paanipuri. Yeah home-made. Pretty chizz right. Nom nom time. Catch you later, alligator. #fail</span></span></div><div style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Its FL signing off</span></span></div></div>Freelancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06086169141995651713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445074147155404914.post-42520638514720314502011-10-17T14:22:00.000+05:302011-10-17T14:22:18.071+05:30MDR|16th Oct '11<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Hello sunshine</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Laziness has conquered me. This is the third day in a row i haven't showered. or changed my boxers. I think its time. Also, my beard and mustache has grown longest till date. Which reminds me, i don't have shaving foam. DAMNATION! Except these, life's all good. I study intermittently, dividing my time between blogging and reading novels. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Nimue's been begging me to stop doing fantasy reviews :( So yeah, am giving other genre's a chance. Read a historical fiction a couple of days back. That was ermmm....good. Now reading a medical thriller starring Dr. Temperance Brennan. Ooops, heart did another backflip. Gosh i love her!</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And yes, cooking too. Without bro and bhabi in the house, i feel like i am in MasterChef Australia without the judges. Brought veal yesterday thinking it was venison. Yes, major facepalm moment happened. Roomie google'd it and learned it was baby cow. So its in the freezer now. I love beef, roomie can't handle it. Idiot! Good news is that while he is here, i can take a break from the nitty gritty kitchen work, even though i have started liking it. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Love life is going great. No fights *touchwood*. Mom and Dad are in Kashmir on their second honeymoon *sigh* Anyway, i told them to get some cool stuff from me. Reminded mom that Kashmiri girls are cute. She just muttered something that sounded like 'men!!!'. Anyway, off i go now. See you all soon.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Its FL signing off</span></span></span></div>Freelancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06086169141995651713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445074147155404914.post-34281979031529291132011-10-15T16:37:00.000+05:302011-10-15T16:37:03.490+05:30MDR| 15th Oct '11<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">*cough cough*</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Am a terrible person, right?? I always promise to be back regularly and then like always i don't. I am the master of all disappearing acts. Something that i am not proud of actually. But what the hell, you have a life, i have a life. This blog needs a breather away from you and me.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Whenever i open blogger, i never scroll down. I just click on new post at 'A LOT OF PAGES', do the necessary typing, hit post and voila, am gone. Today, i decided to stay back a bit and browse. So apparently i have more blogs than any sane person has. I have my own blog, "Abysmally Mine", which is currently in a comatose state. After that, i have THIS on-off personal blog that i seldom see. Am the ADMIN of "The Writers Lounge", which is slowly dying despite my repeated acts of revival. Also am the ADMIN of "Darlings of Venus", which is, as the name suggests an all-girls blog. Why am i even there, i have no idea. Though i presume the owner of that blog likes me as am a goooooooood friend. Also i am the OWNER of a "A Lot Of Pages", which as you know is a book-review blog. I thought that was more than enough but then i created another one, "The Naive Chef". Looks like cooking is my new hobby. Oh blame MasterChef Australia!</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Talking of MasterChef Oz, have you seen DANI??? I frigging love her! Yes, i can watch repeat after repeats just for her. And mostly because i have nothing else to do. Bro and Bhabi and her sis are home which means i have the entire house to me. Well, not exactly....i am the babysitter for the puppy who is growing up at an alarming rate. So as you can imagine, my days are pretty void of work. And yes, my internet is back and that means downloading of porn shall resume to fill my lonely nights.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">More about that later. How have you lot been? I should really visit your blogs too right? Hmmm about that, will do soon. Am losing touch with my writing and losing concentration as well. Anyway, adios for now.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Its FL signing off</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">P.S| have you noticed the new font color? Should i keep this or revert back to the classic purple of Freelancer? </span></span></span></div>Freelancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06086169141995651713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445074147155404914.post-58271032159461156332011-09-03T10:04:00.000+05:302011-09-03T10:04:06.891+05:30MDR| 2nd Sep '11<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Good day and Fuck off<br />
That's a new way to greet. Yeah chizz.<br />
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So how many of you watched Messi last night??? Did you lot get your orgasms yet? Bwahahaha. Messi and Co. Huge disappointment.<br />
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So what do you do when one of your closest friends breaks up with one of your good friends even though they love each other to bits. Do you let them be or do you bash their heads out making them realize what they are doing even though you fully know that you are in the same shit with your girl. Maddy, me and a huge wall of nothingness in between.<br />
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Also, my ex-roomie broke up with his girlfriend of 2 years. Looks like she was double-timing him. So he caught her one day and fatak! One tight slap right in public! BITCH!!! I feel guilty a bit coz i was the one who used to tell him that long distance would work. And apparently it didn't.<br />
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Nothing more to say actually. Oh my cousin brought a watch yesterday. I showed him an awesome Titan watch and he went and got himself a silly Fastrack! Major facepalm moment happened. Also, i love the new fastrack hip-hop shades collection. Am getting one of those pakka se.<br />
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Until then, its FL signing off</div>Freelancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06086169141995651713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445074147155404914.post-10144274619404071782011-09-02T11:08:00.000+05:302011-09-02T11:08:19.169+05:30MDR| 1st Sep '11<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Boing bOing boing bOing</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Am still in the Bodyguard mood. "Mujhe ek ehsaan karo ki mujhe kuch ehsaan mat karo". Waah Waaah. No i didn't hate the film. Infact i loved the 2nd half. The only irritating thing was that huge fatso. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Managed to charm my future sis-in-law. I hope i did. She's so adorable and totally opposite of my almost-ex. Maddy has no intention of being in a relationship with me. This has been clear by the way she is acting these days. Nothing affects her anymore. I tried. I try to call her up and talk to her. I did my best to make sure her sister never complained about a single thing yesterday. I don't even get a thanks. Well i don't expect it. Atleast i expect her to talk to me. Once. Its been so long.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I am running out of ideas now. If i don't try, there will be another fight. If i try, i don't get anywhere. Girls can't just stop everything and move on. They will store these issues for future fights. All i want to do is switch off the fight mode and reboot life again. Wish it was easier for a girl too.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Anyway, other than that life is as monotonous as before. Getting tired of the heat and constant tick-tock of the clock. All i want to do is run away to Neverland and never come back. Being mortal is boring. Being forever young is the new temptation. Chalo, gotta go now. Have fun</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Its FL signing off.. </span></span></div>Freelancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06086169141995651713noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445074147155404914.post-75503111280509662512011-09-01T08:32:00.000+05:302011-09-01T08:32:16.823+05:30MDR| 31st Aug '11<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Hello all, Hope you had a nice couple of days. No??? Shucks.... I had awesome ones.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">First of all, belated Eid to all. I was too busy hogging on Subways to wish you lot yesterday. But hey, better late than never. September has arrived. Which means -</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">1. People will be orgasming about Messi in India</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">2. I will be counting the days till winter</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">3. Maddy's birthday is around the corner</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">4. Me flying back to Chennai</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Maddy and me are still in a no-talking relationship. Its like when Rachel says, 'we are on a break'. Well we aren't, we just ain't talking to one other. Love has its issues that only time will heal. Moreover I have a date with her sister today. Bwahahaha. Going for Bodyguard. I just hope its a real flop. Then i can tell her sis that Maddy was the one who recommended it. *evil grin*</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Coming back to the topic of skinny jeans, nobody told me its a pain in the ass to walk when the weather's so bloody hot. I mean, i can't even scratch myself when the need occurs. Don't go eww eww now, i know all you boys, scratch. Yep. So yeah, skinny jeans has its bloody disadvantages. But i love it!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Had a good day out yesterday. Went to my ex-classmates place with my ex-roomie. God knows where he stays, its almost inaccessible by bus or rickshaws! His mom was cool until she practically ordered us to eat the green vegetables for lunch. Nobody told us that she's a teacher. A strict one at that.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And i will be making a comeback to twitter as soon as i finish reading the novels i have in stock. After 35,000 tweets, its hard to stay away from long. Yay, am almost a celebrity now. Considering Gul Panag follows me :P okay just kidding. But she will, since she's the only actor i follow other than @iamsrk. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I got the best surprise when i saw i had 3 comments in my last post. Whoa!! 3!!! I hardly expected anyone to read this blog... Am soooo happy *does the hokie pokie dance*. Anyway, i promise to read your blogs as soon as i return from the movie. Keep reading me okay. Seri? </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Until then, its FL signing off</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">P.S| ex-roomie had a breakup. Long story, sad story. Will tell tomorrow. </span></span></div>Freelancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06086169141995651713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445074147155404914.post-24496416070706081162011-08-30T08:47:00.000+05:302011-08-30T08:47:56.300+05:30MDR| 30th Aug '11<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Goodmorningo Bullshito</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I just realised that i have lost the art of being funny. Now i am just crappy. Though i still make awesome announcements. Feel like crying when i was once not-so-famous yet famous blogger and now my blogs have been reduced to be read solely by me. This is what happens when a mini break decides not to be mini anymore.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">*grumble*</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Topic Change. I shopped yesterday. Hell yeah! Also i shopped alone *looks around* See, i don't like company while shopping. I enter, i buy, i come out. End of story. One shop, all purchases. You lot should not let me blabber so much. I forgot what i wanted to say. Yeah, i got myself a sweet black jeans. Wait for it, SKINNY JEANS!! Hell yeah. Maddy and Kang was like WTF DUDE!!! where's your fucking fashion sense. But i was already in cloud nine and making my way towards cloud ten. See, i have a FLAT ASS! yeah, a pretty lil flat ass and skinny goes well with me. Well, it looked good to me when i checked myself at the trial room and none of the chicks at the store laughed. Good sign, right??</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Anyway, that's done. Oooh wait, i also got a BATMAN tee...bwahahaha. Gotham City is officially under my control. *confession* i am yet to read my blog list. Have ignored so many blogs just because i didn't feel like writing my own. *sigh*</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hopefully everything will change soon. Miss Maddy. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Its FL signing off</span></span></div>Freelancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06086169141995651713noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445074147155404914.post-464297881586967662011-08-23T06:28:00.000+05:302011-08-23T06:28:10.968+05:30MDR| 22nd Aug '11| Life = Bull<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Life = Bull</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Yes. 4 letters. Same meaning.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">*grumble* i actually had to browse the older posts of MDR to see how to start a happy post or when was the last time i updated one such happy post. Seems to be this blog has been a diary for the ...whatever!</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Good news. I want good news for myself. July and August has been a shitty month for me personally and socially. Cross that. Anyway, after a very very very long time, some of my friends decided to meet me :D yay, we partied. (Just so you know, partying in Guwahati means having cappuccinos or the occasional KFC burger) and that is exactly what we did. Ups managed to click some embarrassing pics of me and uploaded them on FB. I wouldn't have minded, but SHE CHOSE to tag me! </span></div><br />
BIATCH!<br />
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Tickets to Chennai have been confirmed. No, i couldn't get those buddy tickets from bro's girlfriend. Sad little me :( But i will get them for the Dilli trip. Which will be happening during the Formula One weekend. I was thinking of bring Maddy to feel the madness and experience the thrill of actually watching a F1 car zip by, but realised that we have an almost non-existent relationship.<br />
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We have been fighting and pointing fingers at each other. Or maybe, i am refusing to see my faults. Or maybe i know my mistakes and can't do anything about it. Whatever be the reason, this is taking a huge toll on us. On her also, i guess. Though she has surrounds herself with friends these days. AND THERE IS ONE bastard i met on twitter who told her that he was ready to make her forget me. BLOODY SWINE wanted to get into her pants! Nothing is working out. I usually don't sleep at night because i read novels. The last 3 days, i have simply been listening to songs and reading old blog posts and remembering Kodaikanal trips together.<br />
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Little does she know how much she means to me. But somehow even i don't have the strength to show it to her. Have left it to faith which is already low. Watched 'Break ke Baad' today. Yeah finally :P No, i don't expect Maddy to do a Padukone. But am no Imran Khan either. Either way, we are both in love and both lost.<br />
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P.S| I might not write ever again. Again, i might. This may or may not be goodbye.<br />
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Its FL signing off....</div>Freelancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06086169141995651713noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445074147155404914.post-48690700036432634362011-08-01T13:09:00.000+05:302011-08-01T13:09:37.300+05:30MDR| 31st July<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">6 months gone, 6 more left.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">And with that, we have come to the mid-point of the year. Time to reflect back on the events of the last 6 months and my progress one month at a time. Okay done with that. Not that i have done anything to be proud of.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I completed 24 years of my existence. Yes, Happy Birthday to me. The last six months have been a blur. Raced against time to finish the final year projects and managed to score good marks but i still couldn't pass a backlog. Yeah, not your average Engineer i am. Parents celebrated 25th Wedding Anniversary. Hooray to them. *sigh*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Running out of words and this blog is getting on my nerves again. Bye.</span></div>Freelancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06086169141995651713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445074147155404914.post-66942382393619418912011-07-27T12:59:00.000+05:302011-07-27T12:59:09.802+05:30MDR| 27th July '11<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">7th day of fasting. They gloominess that had once settled is slowly lifting. Though people still remind of the good ol' days, its nice to see my cousins wearing a cheerful smiling face on them all the time. Even though i hear them weep occassionaly at night, there is little i can do to ease their pain.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">When one part of your heart dies, when you lose a parent, these things take time to recover. I am more proud of them because they are so strong after losing both their parents. I hope i do not have to face that day soon. But death itself is inevitable and permanent.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Well everything seems to be falling back to normal as of now. The food i am allowed to eat is actually making me healthy. Thank God for Ghee, which is a must. Very soon, i will be again flexing my muscles. My cousins tease me that on the tenth day i have to cut my oh-so-long hair :( yeah!! My preciousness will be lost. But i can manage that. The only bad thing here is the lack of internet i get. No damn network. Also the constant flow of visitors drive me crazy. I go and say hello and then gape like a retard 'coz evidently i have nothing else to talk about and they have nothing else to ask. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Anyway, all's well that ends well. oh wait, nearly gave Dad a cardiac arrest, when flipkart home delivered my novels. Total bill was above 4300. Thank God, he's home and am not near him :P</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">So, that's about it till now. People are asking me to go shower and i have been managing to postpone till now. Can't anymore. *sigh*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Stay safe. Until next time,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">its FL signing off</span></div>Freelancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06086169141995651713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445074147155404914.post-17407315635045934692011-07-21T19:19:00.000+05:302011-07-21T19:19:49.784+05:30MDR| 21st July' 11<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The morning started bright and then the collapse began. I didn't sleep the last night. Yep, finished off a book by 6am and then went to bed after a quick smoke. I woke up to my Aunt urging me to have food as we had to rush to the hospital. 2 minutes after lunch, mom rang up to say he passed away and that she and dad were on their way to meet us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I was expecting it, but not so soon, not so sudden. I was the only guy in the family name so it was upto me to pay the last rites. And its scary. Its scary and its so hard to see someone lying lifeless. Someone you adores and loved more than anything.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Anyway, i hope his soul is in peace. I was happy to see him smiling before he departed. Heavy thoughts cloud my mind. I will blog later</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Till then,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">its FL signing off</span></div>Freelancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06086169141995651713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445074147155404914.post-52518024047509889942011-07-20T14:02:00.000+05:302011-07-20T14:02:12.998+05:30MDR| 20th July' 11<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Life is fickle. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">What do you to when you see someone slowly dying away in front of you and yet you and the rest of the world cannot do anything about it. How do you look at that fighting face and say , 'give up' coz even the Gods have betrayed us. How do you hold on to the memories and fight back tears as the days close by? And yet, we try to be strong. We laugh it off and we try to be strong. For what??? For a few last dying moments of happiness?? Is it worth the pain that's swelling up in the heart. Is it worth the lie you utter do your loved one who will no longer be a part of your living world soon? Or is it better to love them by letting them know that time and fate is not with us. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Humans are fickle. And Relatives are the most dangerous humans ever.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I have learnt not to care. Not about anyone. Because in the end, you will realise, the only time people will love you unconditionally, it will be when you are in your death bed. If you are lucky, you might not even face to see the false tears. If we can't even assure ourselves of love from our own blood, be assured that the rest of the world will be after your blood one way or the another.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Stuck in Jorhat. My dad's elder bro is in a critical condition. I say stuck because i want to get out of here. I am tired of hearing people say why wasn't i here before. Am tired of hearing them bitch about my parents and me. And these are the people who are unfortunately my relatives.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Going out to have a beer later. JUDGE ME?? I don't give a rat's ass now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Thought for the day is - "Hold me close and let the world collapse"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Song dedication. Yes, i want songs now too. "<a href="http://beemp3.com/download.php?file=7651235&song=November+Rain"><strike><i><span style="color: #3d85c6;">November Rain</span></i></strike></a>" by GNR. Yeah, kinda suits the feeling.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">See you later<br />
</span>Freelancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06086169141995651713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445074147155404914.post-11924783902955885072011-07-14T01:47:00.000+05:302011-07-14T01:47:15.164+05:30MDR| 13th July' 11<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Surprised much? Me too. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Two days in a row is almost a rarity. But i guess i have to stick to something for atleast two days, right? Yeah, so am majorly pissed. You wanna know why? Ofcourse you don't wanna know! Who the heck even reads my blog these days. Anways, am pissed with my so-called friends. See, they know i am here okay. And they are supossed to meet me na? What's the spelling of supossed again? supposed?? oh anyway, no one bothers to even meet up> Nice friends i have. *sigh* So, i will be going for a movie tommorrow. Alone. Yep.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well, i was about to do that today itself. The movie thingy i mean, but mom decided to wake me up at around 2pm. Wait, that wasn't mum, it was Maddy! Anyway, so that meant no breakfast and hell no lunch! i dont like heavt heavy stuff in mah tummy as soon as i wake up. Dad came for lunch, gave me a dissapointed look lol and went back to office while i crawled around in the bed. Its hard to please my dad, i swear.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Anyway, checked Flipkart. Yay, 3 books have reached. But i will probably go and get it myself. i dont trust their home delivery guy much. Anyway, i realised i say anyway a lot more than i should. So, had momos in the evening. Technically if it aint pork, i dont call it momo, but since there was no pork i had to settle down with chicken. Staying at home has resulted in less smoking :| yeah, i hate not being able to smoke.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">You lot, i have started a new book review blog okay. So be nice and follow me there plicccchhhhhh..</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Until the sun sets, its FL signing off</span></span>Freelancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06086169141995651713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445074147155404914.post-21441342386439267732011-07-13T02:29:00.000+05:302011-07-13T02:29:15.191+05:30MDR| 12th July' 11<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Okay so i have decided to be generous. And also smart. That means from now i will be actually reading blogs daily, instead of reading it in one go and not </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">commenting on any post.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Yes, that's what i have decided. For the time being. Anyway, life at home is pretty mundane. The only thing keeping me sane is the amount of novels i have managed to order from flipkart right under my dad's knows. Around 15 of them, yes you heard it right. And now i do not think that was such a bright idea, because it looks like i might need to buy a new mobile. My BB, my darling BlackBerry is on the throes of death itself.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">How, why, do not ask me! So now i am in a dilemna as to what the heck should i do. Today has been exceptionally tedious. Woke up around 2 pm. The only thing i did was to manage finishing an entire novel since morning. Yes people, i finally finished reading the epic 'Sword of Truth' series. Well that's the only thing i do. Yeah took bath too, which i so overtly managed to avoid yesterday. *Sigh* can't fool mom twice</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Okay bhai log, that's it for today! woot woot</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Catch you later, alligator </span></span>Freelancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06086169141995651713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445074147155404914.post-2184627585418193932011-06-27T20:01:00.000+05:302011-06-27T20:01:10.312+05:30MDR| 27th June '11<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Though its safe to say, it isn't My Daily Ramblings anymore, i am having a hard time letting go of it. I have been careless with both my blogs when once upon a time, it was one of the most important things to me. Sorry, two of the most important things. Life moves on and this is visibly reflected by the condition of my blogs.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Everything that is dear once, loses its value over time. We just have to make sure that we don't take everything for granted. Now i am getting emotional. *sob sob* Also i already missed the blog's birthday. Irresponsible father, i have become. *sigh*</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Anyways, since its MDR, lets go back to the basics. Am back to Guwahati. Since no one reads this blog anymore, its just a secret between you and me. the rest of the world already know it via twitter. Am loving it here, specially the weather, which is a huge fucking welcome from the kind i endured in Chennai. My friends are here. Well not all, since MJ already left. Asshole went back to Bangalore to be near his wife. Ditched me!!! Anyway, the rest of them are trickling in slowly.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Okay i shall stop here for today. No point writing on and on when its just you and me in this blogging world.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">See you,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">its FL signing offfff</span></div>Freelancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06086169141995651713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445074147155404914.post-91884379618644096672011-05-31T04:05:00.000+05:302011-05-31T04:05:36.712+05:30MDR| 30th April '11<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The sun finally did shine at me. The 14 days breaks changed into 0. And finally, my life started making sense again. Its impossible to think of life without her. More so, in her case, without me. And still she tries, to run away. Man, i am in love with a nutjob.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So after last night's mega booze party at bro's house, we all sat down to watch HP7. Yes, we are that jobless and yes, we didnt have anyother movies. Before the first 30 mins were up, everyone were snoring. A facepalm moment. By the time i slept, some lonely poor soul was in college munching idli's for breakfast.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It was 5pm when i woke up. The sun, thank God was beyond the horizon. Uske baad kya?? facebook pe games and then twitter as usual. Talked to Maddy in between. Everything i garden-garden again :P Lol, she challenged me to a game of online chess. Rofl, my pawn ate her queen up. Bwahaha</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">That reminds me, i have to update my other blog again. Plus am planning to write a fantasy mini-series with Pulkit in TWL. Hope everything plans out. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Damn, am rusty. Ciao</span></div>Freelancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06086169141995651713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445074147155404914.post-47677438521039927442011-05-29T03:45:00.000+05:302011-05-29T03:45:33.659+05:30MDR| 28th April '11<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">A day to forget. Day 1 of life without you. And everything goes wrong. Pure luck, pure fate, i dont give a rat's ass about it anymore.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The hardest thing in the world is to wake up in the morning and remembering the fact that you ain't there. So as i dialled you number and found it busy, last night's events came tumbling back to me. Lets get over with all the bad news first. My toe nail got screwed and then i almost bled half to death. Well not almost, but you get the point. Plus the pain. GOD the pain!! Manchester United got pawned by F.C Barcelona in the finals. This was the biggest game of the year. But i knew deep down, when things aint well between us, nothing goes right for me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Anyways chuck it. I dunno how you are or what you have been doing. Its not easy. When you were there, i had little time for you. i know, my fault. But without being able to hear your voice for a day makes me nuts. So all i do, is keep my sorrows to myself and drink like there's no tomorrow. Also, i made a collage of us. Rang up Mom and cried like the coward i am. Bro and Bhabi are oblivious to what's going on. Bro still guesses something but my lips are sealed for the moment.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">13 more days. feels like eternity. Days might be decreasing but the distances ever so increasing. I love you. Forever. </span></div>Freelancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06086169141995651713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445074147155404914.post-48122201910679466712011-05-28T04:56:00.001+05:302011-05-28T04:58:19.441+05:30MDR| 27th April '11<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">What do you do when the world around you come crashing down? What do you do when the reason of your life, your happiness, your future fades away in front of your eyes? What the fuck do you do when the love of your life tells you that they need a break?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Do we let them go? Or do we fight to bring them back even after they promise you to be back soon. How do i know if she really wants me to fight for her??? How do i know that she really needs me to give her some space and let her be for some time?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">2 weeks. That's all, she said. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The night was a vivid contrast to the day. Sometimes i wonder what type of a boyfriend i am. She literally had to beg me for these 2 weeks. I am scared. Yes, i am. I may be the worst example of a guy, but i am scared. She's too practical. she might be able to pull this off. Me?? Fuck! she comes to my dreams every night. i want to be near her all the time, want to wake up next to her, want to watch all the SRK movies with her. But i couldn't keep her safe or happy. That's my problem. i am the lover as well as the villian in this relationship. She's merely the victim.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">i don't know how long i can hold on before i burst. Alcohol stopped me tonight. Will it save me everyday? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Fuck, am not going to give up on you. You have to adjust, i don't give a fuck now. Am not ditching you at a time when you are figuring out your life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">P.S| the rest of the day doesn't fucking matter tonight. its me and alcohol tonight </span></div>Freelancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06086169141995651713noreply@blogger.com0