Friday, June 13, 2008
And yeah, blogging(not as often as i'd like to)
Holidays make me lazier than i already am....i'm glad that only 3 weeks are left before i see college again.(out of those, 2 are devoted to my guest, sanju:)..
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
He swam towards her, swiftly, the adrenaline flowing in his veins; making him feel a state of existence that heightened all of his senses. His fluid motions seemed one with the waves that he silently cut across.
As the last shred of consciousness left her, giving her a fiercely-desired reprieve from an all-consuming terror, she saw him approach her.
Her eyes opened to the room that had come to be her living quarters for the past 3 months.
His house. Her house, her home, her prison?
She wondered when he would take her out on that boat again;to leave her in the deep waters to drown. She couldn’t swim. He knew that, like the hundreds of other things he knew about her. Remnants of an irreparable past….
This was the third time he had thrown her aboard, bound and tied, struggling in vain. But, somehow, the moment when her mortal fear of death turned to acceptance, when she gave up on life and resisted no more, he appeared out of nowhere to take her back to the mortal world.
He enjoyed it, she knew. Watching her dread, her hopelessness, her surrender to the inevitable. She wished she could curse him; call him a sadist in her head, at least. But she couldn’t.
It was his overpowering sense of indifference towards her, her, not the body that struggled in the water, which she could not understand…
He watched her, his hands clutching the cool, metal railing of his boat. His knuckles white, his face expressionless. She didn’t fight today. Her lithe body did not thrash against the rising water.
He noticed her eyes. They had something in them that he couldn’t completely fathom. Was it hope?Did she think he would come again and hold her half-conscious body as they inched closer to the boat? Maybe it was…
The knowledge of her look gave him a sense of defeat. Then slowly, he allowed himself a smile. Today, he wouldn’t go. Today he would wait till he saw her last breathe being snuffed out. He wouldn’t go; for the sake of that one moment, that one look in her eyes when she would realise that he wasn’t going to come to save her today. The eloquent look that would say everything that was ever said, or should have been said between them…
Today, he watched her die.
Monday, June 9, 2008
Mihir-Wheelspin:y did the 12th man take the coke to tendulkar even though harbhajan wanted it ?
me: ummm???? dunno
Mihir-Wheelspin: bcoz hes the opener !
me: woow 9technically he's not nemore) :P
Mihir-Wheelspin: he was when the joke was manufactured
me: yeah obviously : :D
how does an elephant get up a tree?
Mihir-Wheelspin: he climbs ?i was going thru ur blog
me: nopie...he sits on a sapling and waits for it to grow :P
Mihir-Wheelspin: and reading abt the this yrs memories
Mihir-Wheelspin: as in the last years memories
me: yeah.....u and ur jokes :
Mihir-Wheelspin: yeah... tht memory where u sat in the complab till 8.. the jokes were sad...was tht pointing towards me ???
me: yep...as sad as mine :P
Mihir-Wheelspin: hehehee... am honoured
Mihir-Wheelspin: seriously.. i dont get it
me: okay how does an elephant get down a tree?? get wat?
Mihir-Wheelspin: y dont these peopleenjoy 'sad' kokes as much as we do
me: they do ......but they think its too silly to laugh at them
Mihir-Wheelspin: WAT THE HELL
me: but i like laughing so.... :P
Mihir-Wheelspin: exactly.... these people must be sad who doesnt like laughing
me: doubly sad :(( types :D
Mihir-Wheelspin: i think we should step up our efforts
me: yeah....the world needs us
Mihir-Wheelspin: right... we must help them realise the true power of our jokes... help them develpo the taste
me: yup totally...and thts how we will take over the world :P
Mihir-Wheelspin: no.. we dont wanna do ht ttht
me: no? :
Mihir-Wheelspin: no.... we just make help them develop the taste.. then they start cracking jokes themselves and thts how we progress the cause
me: ahhhhkkiees thtsa a nobler way kudos to u
Mihir-Wheelspin: thnx so ill strt.hers a stinker
me: a skunk? :D
Mihir-Wheelspin: an old lady died when she was 6 u decude
me: well the second she cud be nebody..... so it s a valid sentence just incomplte no joke :
Mihir-Wheelspin: it is how can an old lady die when shes sick
me: YIKES bravo!!!!!!!!!
Mihir-Wheelspin: i mean when shes 6
me: i'm confused :
Mihir-Wheelspin: ok agsain an old lady dies when she was sick oh no no
an old lady dies when she was 6 yeah thts right
me: okay...i thot we wer talkin of sad jokes not brain damage : hehehehe
Mihir-Wheelspin: hehehe... i am just suggesting the level we must drop to !
Sunday, June 8, 2008
A moment, a minute an hour
Lost in time, gone forever
Never to return
What did we do?
How did we use it?
A rapidly dwindling resource
The most essential of them all
Is tolerance a virtue?
Who says good things have to wait?
‘Just accept what they say’
Why should I?
I will believe what I think is right
So what if it might be a mistake?
I’ll make that mistake
Or else I’ll never know..
Don’t want any questions unanswered
Or experiences left incomplete
And that’s how it will be.
Whatever life brings to me…
-for all those like me who think waiting is a colossal waste of time.Patience isn't exactly our cup of tea :D