Thursday, 17 December 2015

10 Reasons For Delayed Posts

Hey Blog! It's been a long time we met. If you are wondering why, here are a few excuses I have to fool you with.

1. Empty mind, Devil's workshop. But My mind's devil has been leading a very poor life in a very dilapidated workshop since I have been working and trying to understand the art of having three simultaneous contrasting mouths. This leaves a very little useful vacuum in my head to utilize.

2. While driving to office, I blurt out all the nonsense that cooks up in my brain. It gives me the needed concentration while driving, but what should have otherwise been written in my notebook, evaporates in the air with my words.

3. My basic need of survival is to waste a certain amount of day's time being lazy. With a job that consumes most of it, I am somehow just managing the wastage of time. There's no time to pick a pen.

4. At office, by the evening I turn into an extinct volcano. A 90 years aged lady. ''Will anyone come and help me blink?"

5. Every time I pull up myself to write something, my pencil is lost or my notebook is lost. And with a different pencil or a different notebook or when typing on phone or laptop, I can only write a completely disillusioned post which looks like this
"Who is this Pencil?
What am I?
Why is Earth a cube?
How did I die?"

6. After hours of investigating the home, if I collect all materials to write, my mind is boiling at high temperatures with anger and burns away all my imagination and highly inflammable ideas.

7. I want to kill the office boy. I don't write so that I don't disclose this intention even by mistake because when I start writing, I loose all self control. Did I just do that?

8. I am depressed with the pattern on the new curtains my mother has bought. That's why....yes, that's why....

9. I am afraid of getting married. This keeps me disturbed all the time. I am having deadly nightmares of my wedding.



10. When I am not writing, I am drawing. Here are some drawings and I love bragging about them.
















Sunday, 12 April 2015

The purpose of studies: Finally Revealed!



We have always questioned the usefulness of school and college courses, de-carboxylation reactions, the integrations and diffrentiations and kinetics and DNA to RNA transcriptions and all those things I forgot as soon as I left the exam hall. But people...wait before you load your guns of criticism and go firing all around. Here is a post that will change your perspective. But I request you to not feel too guilty about all the curses you threw at your study courses during school after reading this post. I know my posts have an international impact but please, this time I would want the readers to keep a low profile and avoid riots. Okay readers?
......hello?
.....readers?
...........Anyone there?
..........umm...I will just get started.


1. You get to smell the awesome scent of the pages of a newly purchased NCERT book. I specialized so much in identifying smells that I can tell a workbook from main course book just with my nose.

2. When your parents wanted you to come with them to that Aunt's house who always took an unnatural interest in your future and career, how sincerely you said that you very badly needed to study and improve upon your Physics. You life was saved a little.

3. Studies make your life hell. It raises the difficulty level of your life, teaches you to face challenges and ultimately prepares you for death.
If you think it's a negative point, try to take it positively.

4. Studies make you optimistic too. Although you attended just two and a half question in the exam, you still dare to think you will pass because thinking otherwise will only prepone the trial.

5. As long as you have course books in your life, you cannot suffer from insomnia.

6. You are loaded a great deal and that is the reason that you learn to find happiness in the smallest of things like a teacher on leave.

7. Remember when you were in your teen years? You were dangerous, jumping off the compound walls of school, pulling the tail of that limp dog, looting the candies of the Birthday kid from class 2. Only one thing could make you helpless- the subject you hated. So in a way studies kept you under control when you were of the most monstrous tendencies.

P.S:- Imagine that three more points were read. I don't want to break the uniformity of ten points. :)

Sunday, 7 December 2014

An Enlightening Conversation

Since I am bored and I don't care about anything anymore and I miss posting on my blog and because some conversations make no sense and because I am practicing to be evil, I am posting a random conversation I had on chat with I don't know who, without tempering with any word, spelling or grammar..

A Human: Hii ...I think we met on fb is it right???
Me: Sorry...who is this?
Human: This is ching chang pow gro shink ku.....now u know???
Me: Yes. U r Parineeti Chopra from hasse to phasse.
Human: U know rajnikant from robot???? he is also karate champion. thnku so much....and.i think u know rajnikant from robot..in this movie he is robotic person... By the way in last exam why r u scared when sawing me in next bench?
Me: Y telling me about rajnikant? Which xam? N y don't u tell me who r u?
Human: This is like a exam question...sorry i am fail.
Me:What?
Human: I dont know the answer of your questio.
Me: U dont know your name???
Human: I have less memory...but u can check my profile.
Me: U have no profile pic. Anyway bye.
Human: Than wait..u got surpriced...
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             Ok...Good night...bye.

Everything is About You



While I muse over the day
It's unsettling, unfair
That you matter more than you should
I would if I could
Ignore you straight away

There were things I laughed about
Worked, ate, chattered, hung out
It all drifts away when I reach home
Now as I sit alone
All I remember is when you were too loud

Why you talk to me like that?
And be so nice to everybody else
If only you knew how it hurts
If you knew how it haunts
You would have shown some concern at least

At the end of the day I cry
Feeling helpless, useless, thinking why?
That one grimace you made
That one smile you did not reflect
And reasoning with your every rude reply

Your words are swords
Are heavy big rocks
Cause they tear away my smile
Crush my heart, are immobile
Swirl in my mind, building up cyclones

You tick-tock in my mind
A building up clangour with time
Your memories stubborn
Unavoidable trouble
Still you are first, foremost, important, prime.

Saturday, 26 July 2014

What All Happened During My Absence

Sometime in June was my blog's birthday. I do not remember the date neither did I wish my blog. So me and my blog are not on good terms with each other. I am not going to re-read this post and check for errors. Don't complain and also don't run away.

Here is a quick view of all that happened last month. I went somewhere for my job training and some people tried to teach me about something and now I am working in some place among some people who talk about some weird, complex things which bounce off my head at some considerable height.

At the place of my training, I saw sea. I again saw sea. And again and again. And went into it too. And I am alive.

I bought a new phone a week back and have dropped it 4 times and almost lost it once.

Now I am home at least once in a day. Rest of the time I am somewhere.

 Yesterday, I cursed rain, or lack of rain, in my Whats App status and today 20 drops of water fell from the sky. I feel like the goddess of rain.

I could not read any blogs all this time so I apologize to all the bloggers who must have waited day and night for my comments. Now you will say u did not wait. See? I know everything. But believe me, u did. No further discussion on that, understood!

A few days back when I was climbing down the stairs of the office, I fell and there was a huge population laughing at me.

Today, I went for shopping. At the cash counter, the electronic display in front of me showed a zero. I sneezed, and instead of saying 'sorry' or 'excuse me', I announced 'zero'.

(As written on 14th July 2014)
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