An Apology

I am sorry if I ever wrote anything that made you want to throw up simply because of its intensity and openness. I just read something like that from someone else’s blog. Some things are best left unwritten.

Silence

I have come to believe that writing does not happen when one feels complete.

Another Brick Off The Wall

Inspiration like a raven swoops
Under flimsy, barren summer clouds
Poetry looks up with hopeful eyes
And crumbles in a reality check.

Golden girls and lads
and Chimney-sweepers
Resurrect

Ashes
Apathy, the cast iron gate, rusty and ivy-decked
Despair, a cat on the wall, hungry and licking paws
Idiot Metal and terabytes of stifled love
Shining badges, glory and green
Ashes

In a failure to be interpreted
Defeat dies an inconspicuous death
Loneliness waits on the road less travelled
To be christened by the pioneers.

Stammering, they pause
And flounder like dust
Dust indeed – another brick off the wall.

Close Shave

With rejection came relief.

Because every open door means you are forced to relinquish the other doors
and every closed door means you can keep searching…

*Removes thinking cap and wears mad cap*

Fossil

Due to a great need to start from scratch…. I won’t be posting here any more.

Thanks for all the love you have given me so far.

I will be posting stuff on brokenbits.tumblr.com intermittently.

Bye!

50000

A sloppy sappy kiss to everyone who visited this blog regularly and bothered to comment on all my rants and raves!

My blog stats says that the blog has crossed 50000 visitors so far! This after I moved from Blogger in 2006. Thanks a lot to all my readers!

*Hugs* :>

Dic chic dic chic

Mainstream Hindi music is painfully boring. I give up!

BTW, the title of this post is my friend’s way of referring to silly songs.

Thought Cloud

How the heck does it matter anyway as long as I have rainy afternoons, pudgy cupcakes with mushy romances to read!

Why is Asterix so tiny?

I love Snowy. He always imitates Tintin’s facial expressions.

Fluffy needs to be taken out of his plastic cover prison as soon as I get back to Chennai.

Crayons don’t taste as good as color pencil tips. Nor do they color that well. I used to hate crayons because they assumed

they could leave some portions of my picture uncolored.

Yes. I think retarded thoughts. But I also think about shopping lists, cellphone recharges and powercuts.

I need a large strappy white belt. For no particular reason.

The red towel disappeared from my life without warning. I need it back.

Google tires me with its ancient typography and in-your-face white. !@%$!%*

The best joke of the year was when he told me I am not strong-willed. Yeah right!

I once had a small Ganesh statue that drank milk from a saucer. I swear it is true!!!!

What the hell is this font called Marlett in my MS – Word. It is always a bunch of squareS, arcs and things.

When I was younger, I used to have these red kerchiefs with big sanrio kitties on them. *sniff*

I always stain my white shirts when eating.

A friend named Sowmya wrote to me after 10 years and another friend named Sumitha called me after 6 years. Miracles!

I once lifted a little pup in my hands and realized that it had peed recently. Not a nice discovery let me tell you!

Likewise, I had my aunt’s huge German Shepherd sprawled on my lap for an hour. When he got off I was covered in fluff.

The natural texture of my hair is pathetically frizzy. I straightened it and it took me four ruddy hours!!

I used to have an elephant Doy soap a year back.

I hate drinking water. Why the hell is it not flavored?

I pick flowers and twigs off the street. Some of my friends hate me for that.

I have an underwear that has pink, green, blue and white stripes. It looks like candy. >:)

I swear I have some floppy disks at home.

…and the greeting cards that S.P gave me. (I am a sentimental fool!)

I used to say “All Indians are my brothers and sisters (except 1)” back in school during the National pledge. Forethought,

they call it! Hehehe!

I love swings.

I love sharpening pencils. I glue the shavings to my notebook and make flowers.

Note to self: Ok enough. Shut up.

Freedom

Freedom comes with the unimaginably wide horizon of possibilities. It takes my breath away.

Am the happiest because I escaped a wrong choice. What a relief!

I bet nobody else gets so many opportunities as I do and so many escapes! I swear am lucky as hell.

I have a plan for my future and it is would involve me and a very few close friends that I trust. Everybody else can stay in the periphery. I have had enough of being nice to useless strangers. I know who my valuable friends are and they are the ones who accept me as I am and guide me when I am wrong. They don’t reject me or hate me when I make a mistake. They take time to support me and stand by me at all times. I am thankful for a few good friends I made despite my general inability to judge people well.

I am also going to pay attention to my family because they have done so much for me. I think I have had enough of being selfish. I have always loved my family though I never expressed it very well. Now I will take time to express it.

And they won’t hate me even if I make stupid mistakes. They won’t ask me to go away. My best friends Jai, Rajesh and Arunkumar have stood by me at all times. While Jai and Arun have got me whatever I needed even if it was beyond their reach, Rajesh has been my mentor and guide. I am indebted to these three people.

I also have a few friends who let me be myself and accept me. One of them is Vivek and the other one is Shashi. Eventhough I have had epic fights with Shashi, we always ignore it and continue to be friends. I really think of him a lot of times and even he does not know about it. He has encouraged me and advised me when required. Vivek has accepted me despite my meanness to him and he has been kind to me though in his own silent manner.

I think I am going to erase all the mean things that some immaterial people told me and concentrate on what my friends and family have to say. I have buried my past and it is of no use or relevance to me except that it serves as the ashes from which I rise again in better form and with greater vitality.

Good bye to all the unnamed losers!

Out of Touch

Yes sir! I don’t know shit about IPL or why Harbhajan slapped Sreesanth! I also don’t know that Balaji made the first IPL hat trick in yesterday’s match! I cannot sing Dard-e-disco and don’t know who the eff is Deepika Padukone!

Now go leap from the nearest building!

I think I’m the most out-of-touch person after Obama!