Date: 28.01.2009
Time: 11:55 p.m.
O monotonous wind, embrace me not with your sullen gusts
I would take the sweeping temerity of a gale
To the dull breeze idling over an ordinary day
Shake up my world and blow me across the seas
But kill me not by entrapment in ease,
Stir me into running when I've only walked for days
Kiss my brow with a dusty whirlwind of speed
That leaves me stunned in its sultry haze
Beat my body into submission by your might
Make me surrender my will in defeated delight,
I only ask that you be free, truer to your nature
And capture my heart as you would a flighty creature
Sing to me with voices carried from horizons of yore
Breathe yourself as I inhale the scent of rebellion
Arising from the need to quell the monotony of ages.
End: 00:15 a.m.
Thursday, 29 January 2009
Monday, 26 January 2009
Lingering Lizard
Date: 26.01.2009
Time: 9:40 p.m.
The lizard crawling up my door
Was one I hadn’t seen before
Its dreadfully disgusting sight
Gave me quite the jolt last night
As I watched it move its sick small head
While I was on my way to bed
Almost about to fall asleep
Only to lose the urge for slumber deep.
That awful lizard was back today
Much to my distress and dismay
Creeping stealthily down a wall
Hoping that I wouldn’t notice its crawl
And the fact that it’s invaded my room
Disrupted peace and inflicted gloom,
I live in terror of finding it land
With one fine jump upon my hand
Shoulder, foot or worse, my face
To leap away with unholy grace
Even before it was put in place
By one good smack from a spectacle case.
It hides behind my wall clock now
Peering out now and then to bow
And nod its head most mockingly
To rudely appal most shockingly
I am almost tempted to camp outside
The thought, however, wounds my pride
And so I shall remain to fight
Until this insidious creature takes flight.
End: 10:10 p.m.
Time: 9:40 p.m.
The lizard crawling up my door
Was one I hadn’t seen before
Its dreadfully disgusting sight
Gave me quite the jolt last night
As I watched it move its sick small head
While I was on my way to bed
Almost about to fall asleep
Only to lose the urge for slumber deep.
That awful lizard was back today
Much to my distress and dismay
Creeping stealthily down a wall
Hoping that I wouldn’t notice its crawl
And the fact that it’s invaded my room
Disrupted peace and inflicted gloom,
I live in terror of finding it land
With one fine jump upon my hand
Shoulder, foot or worse, my face
To leap away with unholy grace
Even before it was put in place
By one good smack from a spectacle case.
It hides behind my wall clock now
Peering out now and then to bow
And nod its head most mockingly
To rudely appal most shockingly
I am almost tempted to camp outside
The thought, however, wounds my pride
And so I shall remain to fight
Until this insidious creature takes flight.
End: 10:10 p.m.
Thursday, 22 January 2009
Slow Air
Date: 22.01.2009
Time: 4:10 p.m.
A chilly afternoon is the perfect time to step outdoors and ride through the neighbourhood. The cool air is mild enough to invigorate you into sailing through the narrow lanes of a child’s memory. People are mostly indoors while a stray cat can be seen prowling in a slightly unkempt lawn. It is just the time to slip on an extra shirt and allow the cold to stiffen your muscles, just enough for that extra bit of effort needed to move, without the accompanying discomfort.
It is peaceful. The trees appear to not have noticed the nip in the air and cling firmly to their leaves. Two young cats meow and chase after one another. The neighbourhood where I spent the first few years of my life remains unaffected by the winds that have blown across it over the years. It is that conventional stretch of reality that I am glad to have left behind. I would not have fit in there, though it is something that will remain true wherever I go. I dislike boundaries — the wanderer that I am. Monotony and idleness tire me more than any strenuous activity could.
The same can be said about my area of residence for the last thirteen years. It is as dusty as ever in its attempt to cling on the vestiges of a more pastoral past. The puppies that were born just a few days ago have been growing at an alarming rate. The dogs live in the dirt, though. It is funny how I still don’t know who my neighbours are, apart from those in my building. Although I must add that the trees adding a spot of untainted green to the scenery are dearer now than ever before…
A January sun is not one that boasts of a blazing intensity. Instead, it confers gentle warmth whenever it chooses to make its presence felt. It is quiet and passive in its attempt to make an impression and lives almost in conjunction with the evening air. This is the season in which I want to spend my nights up at the terrace, with a lit bonfire and some mellow music to make me feel in tune with the stars. And I’d like some good company as well, that with which the wall of pretence and forced goodwill becomes unnecessary.
All I need at the moment is a fitting sunset, followed by the dawning of novelty.
End: 4:30 p.m.
Time: 4:10 p.m.
A chilly afternoon is the perfect time to step outdoors and ride through the neighbourhood. The cool air is mild enough to invigorate you into sailing through the narrow lanes of a child’s memory. People are mostly indoors while a stray cat can be seen prowling in a slightly unkempt lawn. It is just the time to slip on an extra shirt and allow the cold to stiffen your muscles, just enough for that extra bit of effort needed to move, without the accompanying discomfort.
It is peaceful. The trees appear to not have noticed the nip in the air and cling firmly to their leaves. Two young cats meow and chase after one another. The neighbourhood where I spent the first few years of my life remains unaffected by the winds that have blown across it over the years. It is that conventional stretch of reality that I am glad to have left behind. I would not have fit in there, though it is something that will remain true wherever I go. I dislike boundaries — the wanderer that I am. Monotony and idleness tire me more than any strenuous activity could.
The same can be said about my area of residence for the last thirteen years. It is as dusty as ever in its attempt to cling on the vestiges of a more pastoral past. The puppies that were born just a few days ago have been growing at an alarming rate. The dogs live in the dirt, though. It is funny how I still don’t know who my neighbours are, apart from those in my building. Although I must add that the trees adding a spot of untainted green to the scenery are dearer now than ever before…
A January sun is not one that boasts of a blazing intensity. Instead, it confers gentle warmth whenever it chooses to make its presence felt. It is quiet and passive in its attempt to make an impression and lives almost in conjunction with the evening air. This is the season in which I want to spend my nights up at the terrace, with a lit bonfire and some mellow music to make me feel in tune with the stars. And I’d like some good company as well, that with which the wall of pretence and forced goodwill becomes unnecessary.
All I need at the moment is a fitting sunset, followed by the dawning of novelty.
End: 4:30 p.m.
Monday, 19 January 2009
Backseat Driving
Date: 19.01.2009
Time: 7:50 p.m.
There should be a nation-wide rule which forbids people from driving from the backseat. More specifically, there should be a law that prevents fathers from constantly hollering at their offspring from the backseat of an automobile while it is being driven by the said offspring.
This morning’s “Pick up! Pick up! Change to third gear — now change to fourth! Speed, speed up! Turn now, turn — Start! BRAKE!” is moral support I could do without while driving. Inarguably, the case stands even more pronounced when I am allowed to drive to college only after having had a heated argument *cough* ahem, no, discussion with my father the previous evening, in which I was categorically told that I would not be allowed to drive at all if anything were to happen to the car.
Therefore, it was with a heart brimming with confidence and encouragement that I took to the wheels this morning and did my best to please daddy dearest with my navigational prowess. The ride was understandably smooth as I was under no pressure at all, especially since I was constantly being given much-needed heartening instructions from the backseat in spite of it being me who was driving. Honestly, our chauffeur turned out to be the more patient co-pilot as he would occasionally give me a nod saying that all was going well or give me a tip or two and let me handle the rest.
I suppose the old man was far more nervous than I since he had to think about both my hide and the car’s steel, er, body, whatever. Thankfully, my pride came to the rescue and I managed to make it to college, much earlier than usual and with myself and my co-passengers in one piece.
The funniest things happened after I made it to college though. Dad actually gave me a rare “Well done” before going off to work and later this evening, after he returned home and had satisfied himself by listing the places where I’d gone wrong today, he told mum that I’d driven well in front of me. What actually took the cake, however, was him calling me aside and telling me that there was a lot of backseat driving today and that I should not be so dependent on others for instructions since I shall be driving alone on most occasions. When I told mum about dad’s pep talk during the drive she grinned like the Cheshire cat and said that she was highly amused to hear two extremely different versions of the same story. Trust mothers to say things like that.
In any case, dad is willing to let me out with the car again so I’ll see what happens. Hopefully I’ll get to practice more and be trusted with the car. Here’s to that!
End: 8:13 p.m.
Time: 7:50 p.m.
There should be a nation-wide rule which forbids people from driving from the backseat. More specifically, there should be a law that prevents fathers from constantly hollering at their offspring from the backseat of an automobile while it is being driven by the said offspring.
This morning’s “Pick up! Pick up! Change to third gear — now change to fourth! Speed, speed up! Turn now, turn — Start! BRAKE!” is moral support I could do without while driving. Inarguably, the case stands even more pronounced when I am allowed to drive to college only after having had a heated argument *cough* ahem, no, discussion with my father the previous evening, in which I was categorically told that I would not be allowed to drive at all if anything were to happen to the car.
Therefore, it was with a heart brimming with confidence and encouragement that I took to the wheels this morning and did my best to please daddy dearest with my navigational prowess. The ride was understandably smooth as I was under no pressure at all, especially since I was constantly being given much-needed heartening instructions from the backseat in spite of it being me who was driving. Honestly, our chauffeur turned out to be the more patient co-pilot as he would occasionally give me a nod saying that all was going well or give me a tip or two and let me handle the rest.
I suppose the old man was far more nervous than I since he had to think about both my hide and the car’s steel, er, body, whatever. Thankfully, my pride came to the rescue and I managed to make it to college, much earlier than usual and with myself and my co-passengers in one piece.
The funniest things happened after I made it to college though. Dad actually gave me a rare “Well done” before going off to work and later this evening, after he returned home and had satisfied himself by listing the places where I’d gone wrong today, he told mum that I’d driven well in front of me. What actually took the cake, however, was him calling me aside and telling me that there was a lot of backseat driving today and that I should not be so dependent on others for instructions since I shall be driving alone on most occasions. When I told mum about dad’s pep talk during the drive she grinned like the Cheshire cat and said that she was highly amused to hear two extremely different versions of the same story. Trust mothers to say things like that.
In any case, dad is willing to let me out with the car again so I’ll see what happens. Hopefully I’ll get to practice more and be trusted with the car. Here’s to that!
End: 8:13 p.m.
Sunday, 18 January 2009
Nachtmusik :P
So I am lousy at water colours and this thing just proves that but I spent the afternoon painting this today so I figured that it might well be put up since I actually having nothing to do. Heh. I guess that is what I had to say, yes. :P
Friday, 16 January 2009
Cradle
Date: 15.01.2009
Time: 11:05 p.m.
Slowly still, yet embraced by winds
Rocking it towards the nether
Its child was made to leave the ease
And comfort of its feather,
See how it no longer fits the head
So filled with thoughts it can’t comprehend
In tune with toys and caramel
And the warmth that some voices lend…
When wisdom invades the innocent’s stare
Awakening it to more shades of a colour
Narrowed eyes replace the wide
Inflicting upon rosy cheeks a pallor,
The pout is pursed and parted not
Except to yield honeyed lisps
That mask the cynic lurking within
By deceptively dreamy wisps.
The sudden gale that struck the cradle
Had knocked the child to her feet
And forced her to walk before her time
In lessons painful and bittersweet,
The cradle thus remains forlorn
With no memory of its loss
Or the gurgling grace of a childhood
Now resting dead beneath a cross.
End: 11:40 p.m.
Time: 11:05 p.m.
Slowly still, yet embraced by winds
Rocking it towards the nether
Its child was made to leave the ease
And comfort of its feather,
See how it no longer fits the head
So filled with thoughts it can’t comprehend
In tune with toys and caramel
And the warmth that some voices lend…
When wisdom invades the innocent’s stare
Awakening it to more shades of a colour
Narrowed eyes replace the wide
Inflicting upon rosy cheeks a pallor,
The pout is pursed and parted not
Except to yield honeyed lisps
That mask the cynic lurking within
By deceptively dreamy wisps.
The sudden gale that struck the cradle
Had knocked the child to her feet
And forced her to walk before her time
In lessons painful and bittersweet,
The cradle thus remains forlorn
With no memory of its loss
Or the gurgling grace of a childhood
Now resting dead beneath a cross.
End: 11:40 p.m.
Tuesday, 6 January 2009
Another New Dawn
Date: 06.01.2009
Time: 7:50 p.m.
Today was the first hectic day of many hectic days my class has in store for itself this semester. Honestly, this is one term which is somewhat scaring people with the amount of coursework right from day one. Usually, extra classes are squeezed into our schedule as the weeks go by, thereby softening the blow. This time, however, when I saw the timetable for the first time last night I was tempted to hurl the coarsest of all abuses, the kind that auto-wallas would probably be using a lot these days, at the computer screen. “Saala ch*****” would be one of the tamer ones that crossed my mind.
It seems a major strain to wake up at the unearthly hour of a quarter past seven in the morning after consistently awakening at ten regardless of the time I had gone to sleep the previous night for a rather warmly comfortable stretch of days. Still, it wouldn’t be quite so bad if I didn’t have a string of classes that tax my ability to concentrate at a stretch to wake up to every day.
The year itself started a day late for me. The time immediately before and after the last midnight of 2008 was rather dismal. Although, things have improved considerably since, excluding the rotten timetable of course. In fact, my writing has suffered — I am usually compelled to write when I am either extremely bored or extremely depressed while I am neither right now. I shouldn’t be complaining though… there’s plenty to do.
I’ve been watching a lot of movies at home lately, with more queued up in my viewing list. There is the two-day out of station seminar that my class and seniors will be attending in a couple of days. Our professors appear to have resigned themselves to the fact that we’re out to enjoy ourselves more than pay attention to what will be said there. I have deliciously spicy, creamy and cheesy macaroni to eat for dinner and there are some (hopefully) interesting events to look forward to later this month and in the coming year.
I am hoping for this year to teach me a lot of lessons that I will enjoy learning for a change, those of patience and self-control especially. And I hope to grow up a little more from six to thirteen, at least. Although I am sure that I’ll be fluctuating between almost all ages from six to sixty at different points of time. It doesn’t matter too much though. I just hope I won’t be told that I look like a seventh grader by the odd ancient stranger I meet at boring social functions.
So to all readers I wish a late but very happy new year! LD out.
End: 8:10 p.m.
Time: 7:50 p.m.
Today was the first hectic day of many hectic days my class has in store for itself this semester. Honestly, this is one term which is somewhat scaring people with the amount of coursework right from day one. Usually, extra classes are squeezed into our schedule as the weeks go by, thereby softening the blow. This time, however, when I saw the timetable for the first time last night I was tempted to hurl the coarsest of all abuses, the kind that auto-wallas would probably be using a lot these days, at the computer screen. “Saala ch*****” would be one of the tamer ones that crossed my mind.
It seems a major strain to wake up at the unearthly hour of a quarter past seven in the morning after consistently awakening at ten regardless of the time I had gone to sleep the previous night for a rather warmly comfortable stretch of days. Still, it wouldn’t be quite so bad if I didn’t have a string of classes that tax my ability to concentrate at a stretch to wake up to every day.
The year itself started a day late for me. The time immediately before and after the last midnight of 2008 was rather dismal. Although, things have improved considerably since, excluding the rotten timetable of course. In fact, my writing has suffered — I am usually compelled to write when I am either extremely bored or extremely depressed while I am neither right now. I shouldn’t be complaining though… there’s plenty to do.
I’ve been watching a lot of movies at home lately, with more queued up in my viewing list. There is the two-day out of station seminar that my class and seniors will be attending in a couple of days. Our professors appear to have resigned themselves to the fact that we’re out to enjoy ourselves more than pay attention to what will be said there. I have deliciously spicy, creamy and cheesy macaroni to eat for dinner and there are some (hopefully) interesting events to look forward to later this month and in the coming year.
I am hoping for this year to teach me a lot of lessons that I will enjoy learning for a change, those of patience and self-control especially. And I hope to grow up a little more from six to thirteen, at least. Although I am sure that I’ll be fluctuating between almost all ages from six to sixty at different points of time. It doesn’t matter too much though. I just hope I won’t be told that I look like a seventh grader by the odd ancient stranger I meet at boring social functions.
So to all readers I wish a late but very happy new year! LD out.
End: 8:10 p.m.
Wednesday, 31 December 2008
Ticket To Ride
Date: 31.12.2008
Time: 7:35 p.m.
Much like the rest of the year, the last day has been quite the rollercoaster ride, literally and figuratively. I spent the morning preparing strawberry cheesecake — the first attempt at making something completely by myself which doesn’t include baked eggs or sandwiches, as I’ve always avoided cooking like the plague. I wonder how it’ll turn out, but honestly I don’t really care that much. The day also involved me being coaxed by my mother to get back to eating meat, at the point of being bribed with vodka. :P I didn’t see any vodka flowing, so I did not acquiesce.
And then I also had the worst and most painful bout of a certain digestive disorder in my life, something that is certain to put me off my morning toast and other breads for quite sometime. And I’ll also remember that water is the only thing that sustains me. xP
The most significant thing about the day, I suppose, is that I was handed my driving license! (The test was last month: the day before end-semester exams started :P) The least significant thing about today is that my license picture is the worst photograph of myself that I have ever seen. Contrasts, anyone? Come to think of it, if I were to get a normal photo taken of me with boils covering every inch of my face, I’d still look better. The good thing is that if I am ever held up by a traffic policeman, the person might not recognise me from my license so I could hope to get off easily. Or maybe not. The thing is, you can’t expect government webcams to be professional photographers especially if the subject has just appeared for a test and been rudely refused a pen (to sign her name) at the end of the theory exam by the official supervising it. But that’s a long story and an old one.
Getting back to the day, today’s was the most harrowing as well as intriguing drive I’ve ever indulged in. Getting caught in a bad traffic snarl while moving up a bridge and being overtaken from all sides was an, erm interesting experience, to say the least. Although I might not say that I’d care to do the same on a daily basis. Narrow gullies where pedestrians love pretending to attempt suicide are much better in comparison, thank you. But I also drove using headlights for the first time! All my previous outings had been during daytime, stretching towards early evenings at best, so the experience was a good one. The most important thing I’ve picked up upon driving in the city streets would be abuses. They come spontaneously to mind. And I’m quite proud of my lexicon at present. All said and done, though, I quite enjoy driving. It is indeed relaxing.
I also managed to see Venus playing eye to the moon’s crescent smile on the way back home. It was pretty similar to the Venus-Jupiter-Moon isosceles triangle observed early this month. However, I missed the Jupiter-Mercury pair which was also allegedly observable right after sunset as it was quite dark when I peered out.
The funniest thing that has happened today so far, however, is that my dad has refused to have the cheesecake I’ve made because I ticked him off for swiping the strawberries to be used as garnishing. I guess it was quite obvious that cheesecakes are made to be not eaten. Oh well, there’ll be more for the rest of us.
As of now, I’ll go gorge on some more macaroni and then be off to catch some Pirates. All the best wishes for the coming year to everyone! Look sharp off the starboard people! Savvy?
End: 8:00 p.m.
Time: 7:35 p.m.
Much like the rest of the year, the last day has been quite the rollercoaster ride, literally and figuratively. I spent the morning preparing strawberry cheesecake — the first attempt at making something completely by myself which doesn’t include baked eggs or sandwiches, as I’ve always avoided cooking like the plague. I wonder how it’ll turn out, but honestly I don’t really care that much. The day also involved me being coaxed by my mother to get back to eating meat, at the point of being bribed with vodka. :P I didn’t see any vodka flowing, so I did not acquiesce.
And then I also had the worst and most painful bout of a certain digestive disorder in my life, something that is certain to put me off my morning toast and other breads for quite sometime. And I’ll also remember that water is the only thing that sustains me. xP
The most significant thing about the day, I suppose, is that I was handed my driving license! (The test was last month: the day before end-semester exams started :P) The least significant thing about today is that my license picture is the worst photograph of myself that I have ever seen. Contrasts, anyone? Come to think of it, if I were to get a normal photo taken of me with boils covering every inch of my face, I’d still look better. The good thing is that if I am ever held up by a traffic policeman, the person might not recognise me from my license so I could hope to get off easily. Or maybe not. The thing is, you can’t expect government webcams to be professional photographers especially if the subject has just appeared for a test and been rudely refused a pen (to sign her name) at the end of the theory exam by the official supervising it. But that’s a long story and an old one.
Getting back to the day, today’s was the most harrowing as well as intriguing drive I’ve ever indulged in. Getting caught in a bad traffic snarl while moving up a bridge and being overtaken from all sides was an, erm interesting experience, to say the least. Although I might not say that I’d care to do the same on a daily basis. Narrow gullies where pedestrians love pretending to attempt suicide are much better in comparison, thank you. But I also drove using headlights for the first time! All my previous outings had been during daytime, stretching towards early evenings at best, so the experience was a good one. The most important thing I’ve picked up upon driving in the city streets would be abuses. They come spontaneously to mind. And I’m quite proud of my lexicon at present. All said and done, though, I quite enjoy driving. It is indeed relaxing.
I also managed to see Venus playing eye to the moon’s crescent smile on the way back home. It was pretty similar to the Venus-Jupiter-Moon isosceles triangle observed early this month. However, I missed the Jupiter-Mercury pair which was also allegedly observable right after sunset as it was quite dark when I peered out.
The funniest thing that has happened today so far, however, is that my dad has refused to have the cheesecake I’ve made because I ticked him off for swiping the strawberries to be used as garnishing. I guess it was quite obvious that cheesecakes are made to be not eaten. Oh well, there’ll be more for the rest of us.
As of now, I’ll go gorge on some more macaroni and then be off to catch some Pirates. All the best wishes for the coming year to everyone! Look sharp off the starboard people! Savvy?
End: 8:00 p.m.
Monday, 29 December 2008
Pictures taken with the New Cell!
I wonder if it is just me or has winter temporarily left the city... It is strange to find myself content with only a T-shirt (and pants, duh) so late in December. In any case, here are some of Justify Fullthe pictures that I have taken since getting my new phone! Most of these have been Radar-ed. :)
Canopy: This was taken near the lake where I had gone for driving practice.
The Greyness of Traffic: Taken while getting bored in a traffic jam on my way home.
Speed: Blur! Another picture to counter boredom while travelling.
Talk to the Hand: For those still curious about the phone, there will be a picture of my fingers posing with it. Tee hee.
Loneliness: Again, taken when out driving. I simply had to capture this. Although I would have been happier with better resolution. Oh well.
From the Pilot-seat: Another day of driving. I had stopped for some coffee when this was taken.
Paper cuttings for my room: I had got this sudden urge to do some paper cutting last evening, something that I don't think I've done since I was ten years old. So this was the fruit of my evening. :)
Tuesday, 23 December 2008
Smoke
Date: 23.12.2008
Time: 9:15 p.m.
Kill yourself with every breath you take
And ask me why I threw out your mistake,
Those poisonous boxes are expensive, you say
While I counter it with: “And your life isn’t, pray?”
What shocks me more is your firm belief
In spite of all the intelligence of grief
Available to everyone with eyes
But who can teach that to one who never tries
Anything beyond his own obstinate mind!
Listening only to be charitable and kind
With condescension befitting a king
And a chauvinistic attitude in full swing,
You still ‘know best’ that you will not be harmed
Though you cough enough to leave us all alarmed
With absurd excuses like bowel-movements
And work and stress and how it all augments
Into a forceful need to puff it all away
Taking every worry with it in wisps of grey…
I am glad we threw them out the window
Glad that now they won’t make you mellow
Enough to lose all the reason you posses
Give in, cave and disgracefully obsess
Over what will slowly kill you over time
And kiss our fates too with that same sorry grime
So be as ungrateful as you wish
Do your very best to blemish
The clean spot we have in our lives
And blame me with your characteristic emotional jibes
I will not yield for I am not wrong
You cannot break me, you’ve never been strong
Enough to get past in an argument with clear logic
You see your side alone, in a manner painfully tragic,
Don’t give me the eye and expect me in tears
I’m not that little girl who’s afraid of your sneers
Have not the dignity to acknowledge the above
And you’ll lose my respect as you have lost my love.
End: 9:55 p.m.
Time: 9:15 p.m.
Kill yourself with every breath you take
And ask me why I threw out your mistake,
Those poisonous boxes are expensive, you say
While I counter it with: “And your life isn’t, pray?”
What shocks me more is your firm belief
In spite of all the intelligence of grief
Available to everyone with eyes
But who can teach that to one who never tries
Anything beyond his own obstinate mind!
Listening only to be charitable and kind
With condescension befitting a king
And a chauvinistic attitude in full swing,
You still ‘know best’ that you will not be harmed
Though you cough enough to leave us all alarmed
With absurd excuses like bowel-movements
And work and stress and how it all augments
Into a forceful need to puff it all away
Taking every worry with it in wisps of grey…
I am glad we threw them out the window
Glad that now they won’t make you mellow
Enough to lose all the reason you posses
Give in, cave and disgracefully obsess
Over what will slowly kill you over time
And kiss our fates too with that same sorry grime
So be as ungrateful as you wish
Do your very best to blemish
The clean spot we have in our lives
And blame me with your characteristic emotional jibes
I will not yield for I am not wrong
You cannot break me, you’ve never been strong
Enough to get past in an argument with clear logic
You see your side alone, in a manner painfully tragic,
Don’t give me the eye and expect me in tears
I’m not that little girl who’s afraid of your sneers
Have not the dignity to acknowledge the above
And you’ll lose my respect as you have lost my love.
End: 9:55 p.m.
Sunday, 21 December 2008
Lou Tag
Since Princess Stefania has been quite so charming about tagging me with this, I am compelled by my conscience not to procrastinate further. Here lies the tag on Love and Life, affectionately called the Lou Tag by me:
If your lover betrayed you, what would your reaction be?
A very calm execution of affairs. Pun intended. I am possessive, thank you. Although yes, wounds would heal over time, a long time, but yes, they would heal.
If you can make a dream come true, what would it be?
It would be one of many dreams fulfilled… I’d have to move on to the next with promptness.
What do you do when your love is unrequited ?
Write amusingly snarky things about myself and laugh at the irony. But never admit the fact. :P
What would you do if you had a billion dollars?
Er, use them?
Would you ever fall in love with your best friend?
I think I have the liberty to laugh here.
Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?
I dislike having to choose between Chocolate and Cats. Both are required.
How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?
Love has never been a necessity for me neither do I take it for granted from any sphere. Love is a conscious choice made unconsciously. That should answer the question.
If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?
Attached to what, pray? :P
What captures your heart the quickest?
A quick wit, a mad spark and sincerity. *bats eyelashes demurely*
What would you be, ten years from now?
As quirky as ever!
What do you fear?
Lizards taking over the world. How horrible! *shudder shudder* But seriously? Losing my identity.
What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
A very talented Pixie Princess Poet. And that was an alliteration! :D
What's the first thing you do when you wake up?
“Chirp-laugh” after realizing that I’ve overslept again. :P
Would you give all in a relationship?
Depends on the relationship, wouldn’t it? I’d give nothing to my grandmother. :P
If you love two people simultaneously, who would you pick?
It’s enough loving one person, isn’t it? And I am lazy.
Would you forgive and forget, no matter how horrible a thing that special someone has done?
Forgive, yes, with time. For my own peace of mind. Forget? Never. That’s mainly to avoid a similar incident later. A lesson learnt should be remembered.
If you get to go back in time and fall in love all over again, would it still be with the same person?
I can laugh again now, I think. And smile.
Regrettably, I haven’t tagged people in the last few tags that I have done, although that hasn’t stopped me from being tagged by others. :| Therefore, for the benefit of all tag-unfriendly bloggers out there, I tag Prince Kazarelth (who hates tags and loves tagging me), Ship (who wants to get married although the fact is irrelevant to my tagging her), Jadis, Nothingman, Lucifer (who needed something to blog about and this is just the thing to make him squirm muwhahahah), Saturnalia’s Offspring (who doesn’t like tags much either :P) and VB! That’s an even seven!
If your lover betrayed you, what would your reaction be?
A very calm execution of affairs. Pun intended. I am possessive, thank you. Although yes, wounds would heal over time, a long time, but yes, they would heal.
If you can make a dream come true, what would it be?
It would be one of many dreams fulfilled… I’d have to move on to the next with promptness.
What do you do when your love is unrequited ?
Write amusingly snarky things about myself and laugh at the irony. But never admit the fact. :P
What would you do if you had a billion dollars?
Er, use them?
Would you ever fall in love with your best friend?
I think I have the liberty to laugh here.
Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?
I dislike having to choose between Chocolate and Cats. Both are required.
How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?
Love has never been a necessity for me neither do I take it for granted from any sphere. Love is a conscious choice made unconsciously. That should answer the question.
If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?
Attached to what, pray? :P
What captures your heart the quickest?
A quick wit, a mad spark and sincerity. *bats eyelashes demurely*
What would you be, ten years from now?
As quirky as ever!
What do you fear?
Lizards taking over the world. How horrible! *shudder shudder* But seriously? Losing my identity.
What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
A very talented Pixie Princess Poet. And that was an alliteration! :D
What's the first thing you do when you wake up?
“Chirp-laugh” after realizing that I’ve overslept again. :P
Would you give all in a relationship?
Depends on the relationship, wouldn’t it? I’d give nothing to my grandmother. :P
If you love two people simultaneously, who would you pick?
It’s enough loving one person, isn’t it? And I am lazy.
Would you forgive and forget, no matter how horrible a thing that special someone has done?
Forgive, yes, with time. For my own peace of mind. Forget? Never. That’s mainly to avoid a similar incident later. A lesson learnt should be remembered.
If you get to go back in time and fall in love all over again, would it still be with the same person?
I can laugh again now, I think. And smile.
Regrettably, I haven’t tagged people in the last few tags that I have done, although that hasn’t stopped me from being tagged by others. :| Therefore, for the benefit of all tag-unfriendly bloggers out there, I tag Prince Kazarelth (who hates tags and loves tagging me), Ship (who wants to get married although the fact is irrelevant to my tagging her), Jadis, Nothingman, Lucifer (who needed something to blog about and this is just the thing to make him squirm muwhahahah), Saturnalia’s Offspring (who doesn’t like tags much either :P) and VB! That’s an even seven!
Friday, 19 December 2008
Tra La La
After months of living like a miser I had finally saved up enough this month and got my new phone today! It is one handsome babeh, oh yeah and I've been drooling over it and admiring it all evening!
The best thing is that the phone comes with a USB data cable (apart from its utterly hot, snappy and sexy features) which means that I can transfer the pictures that I take with it! *jumps up and down excitedly*
So yes, I have had an awesome day (apart from getting the phone, muwhahaha ;]) and feel happy enough to eat any rot that I have to for dinner. *grins like an idiot*
More importantly, I've also come to terms with the fact that it is now far too chilly to be prancing about in shorts at home, so I've taken to warmer attire. :P AND I WENT UP TO THE TERRACE YESTERDAY! FINALLY! *chicken dances with glee*
As is quite obvious, I'm rather high at the moment, so I'll stop my ramble right here before I end up offending my senses at a later period. Tee hee hee. Season's greetings everyone! Hope all of you enjoy the holidays!
The best thing is that the phone comes with a USB data cable (apart from its utterly hot, snappy and sexy features) which means that I can transfer the pictures that I take with it! *jumps up and down excitedly*
So yes, I have had an awesome day (apart from getting the phone, muwhahaha ;]) and feel happy enough to eat any rot that I have to for dinner. *grins like an idiot*
More importantly, I've also come to terms with the fact that it is now far too chilly to be prancing about in shorts at home, so I've taken to warmer attire. :P AND I WENT UP TO THE TERRACE YESTERDAY! FINALLY! *chicken dances with glee*
As is quite obvious, I'm rather high at the moment, so I'll stop my ramble right here before I end up offending my senses at a later period. Tee hee hee. Season's greetings everyone! Hope all of you enjoy the holidays!
Wednesday, 17 December 2008
For The Love Of Plagiarism
Winter is supposedly the most romantic of all seasons. I say this here since romance is apparently an excellent muse for many a person. Now whether the prose or poetic outburst that comes forth a person's pen is indeed worthy of the term ‘literature’ is often debatable and I am quite the snob when it comes to this as I’m not easily impressed. But the point I’m trying to make is this. Normally, a person inspired by winter would speak of his or her own feelings, thoughts or musings, ‘own’ being the keyword here. I mean, honestly, if you cannot write original stuff, don’t. No one is forcing you.
I wonder if this is the season to plagiarize other people’s work. In that case Christmas carols should be re-written this way:
“It’s the season to be a plagiarist
Tra la la la la, la la la la
Let me copy another’s original work
Tra la la la la, la la la la,
Pass it off as my own and think I’m smart
Tra la la, la la la, la la la
Considering myself to be the best writer in the world
Tra la la la la, la la la la.”
Ship posted last night about how she found two amazingly talented people from dA being ripped off by a blogger. This afternoon, having had the chance to finally use Broadband, I decided to go look in on the blogs of all those who have commented on my posts recently, especially since I hadn’t been able to blog-crawl much of late. Now imagine my surprise when my first visit to a classmate’s blog (a classmate, mind you, WTF!) had me spot a line I had written in Sunset sometime back in October in her most recent post. It wasn’t ripped off exactly but my own: “I don’t know if it was our condition affecting our senses or whether winter had really decided one morning that it would visit us early” got changed to: “It is as if Winter woke up one morning and decided to visit us early this time” by her in a post she calls fiction. And she happens to have commented on that very post of mine.
I was much too angry to go through the rest of her blog and my net connection had to go off the very moment I was about to comment asking her what she was doing copying my work. Talk about timing. Isn’t it the funniest thing you’ve ever heard? I mean, I’m laughing about this now in an oddly ironic way and I suppose I should be complimented. But there is a copyright on all my work published in this blog and I will certainly not have people steal things from me, no matter who they are!
It is hardly fair on the writer, isn’t it? A person’s original creative endeavours should not be copied without mention. It’s nothing short of thievery. I’ll think up something (on my own, thank you, since I arrogantly believe that I can think for myself) and another person passes it off as her own, that too without even crediting me. Where is the justice in that? It is something only a petty common thief would do. And this would just be one case that has come to my notice.
I have asked the person concerned to come and have a look at this post. Hopefully, such an incident will not be repeated. There will be worse repercussions otherwise and this is no idle warning. No one steals my work, not even a line... no one.
I wonder if this is the season to plagiarize other people’s work. In that case Christmas carols should be re-written this way:
“It’s the season to be a plagiarist
Tra la la la la, la la la la
Let me copy another’s original work
Tra la la la la, la la la la,
Pass it off as my own and think I’m smart
Tra la la, la la la, la la la
Considering myself to be the best writer in the world
Tra la la la la, la la la la.”
Ship posted last night about how she found two amazingly talented people from dA being ripped off by a blogger. This afternoon, having had the chance to finally use Broadband, I decided to go look in on the blogs of all those who have commented on my posts recently, especially since I hadn’t been able to blog-crawl much of late. Now imagine my surprise when my first visit to a classmate’s blog (a classmate, mind you, WTF!) had me spot a line I had written in Sunset sometime back in October in her most recent post. It wasn’t ripped off exactly but my own: “I don’t know if it was our condition affecting our senses or whether winter had really decided one morning that it would visit us early” got changed to: “It is as if Winter woke up one morning and decided to visit us early this time” by her in a post she calls fiction. And she happens to have commented on that very post of mine.
I was much too angry to go through the rest of her blog and my net connection had to go off the very moment I was about to comment asking her what she was doing copying my work. Talk about timing. Isn’t it the funniest thing you’ve ever heard? I mean, I’m laughing about this now in an oddly ironic way and I suppose I should be complimented. But there is a copyright on all my work published in this blog and I will certainly not have people steal things from me, no matter who they are!
It is hardly fair on the writer, isn’t it? A person’s original creative endeavours should not be copied without mention. It’s nothing short of thievery. I’ll think up something (on my own, thank you, since I arrogantly believe that I can think for myself) and another person passes it off as her own, that too without even crediting me. Where is the justice in that? It is something only a petty common thief would do. And this would just be one case that has come to my notice.
I have asked the person concerned to come and have a look at this post. Hopefully, such an incident will not be repeated. There will be worse repercussions otherwise and this is no idle warning. No one steals my work, not even a line... no one.
Lull
Spring flowers had said their goodbyes long back. Their fragile petals had been withered by the harshness in the air. Now, all that was left was a barren expanse where dust gathered gleefully only to give way to frigidity at night. Stepping into this dustbowl, the sudden chill would freeze your steps instantly and awaken you with an electric jolt down your spine.
Merr would go there every night. Dressed sparsely, he would walk up the slope to reach his panoramic vantage point. Once there, the world would swivel and swirl before him to take him away from his grief. It was an idyllic setting, with the stars dancing in their heavenly niches, mocking the death in the lands below and far away from the numbing touch of the North wind that blew across it carrying the stench of more death in its wake.
He had been going there since he survived. Ever since the frolicking Fates decided to let him live with memories of his family’s demise. Ever since he found himself alive, while his wife had an iron rod pierce through her head, and his young children lost their teeth and their lives. He needed perspective to keep himself from driving rashly down the very slope that almost took his life, but didn’t, leaving him far worse than dead instead. And so, he religiously haunted his deserted domain night after night.
All alone, he would stand and watch the lights dim in the valley before him, as people would slow down with waning strength and sunlight and then retire to bed. He would watch the stars above him and wonder why he could still see them. He was never a believer and did not see smiling faces of his family look down beatifically upon him from above. He now had no hearth to return to. He only felt left behind. His mind reeked of the broken promise of always sticking to his folks. And he felt lonelier than ever.
He would not speak of the accident to any of the people down below. It felt to him as though memories were his and his alone, now that nothing else was left behind. People would come and go, offering kind words of sympathy but their condolences went over his head. He was the feather that is undisturbed by a breeze when it has been displaced and shaken by a storm. His nightly ritual of torture was meant only to cleanse himself of the guilt of being alive. Bathing himself in winter and all its cold darkness was his way of suspending time. It would be years before spring would arrive again.
Till that time when the warmth of sunlight would make its presence felt on his soul and thaw his frozen spirit, Merr would let the cold make him forget death and all that he once knew of life.
Merr would go there every night. Dressed sparsely, he would walk up the slope to reach his panoramic vantage point. Once there, the world would swivel and swirl before him to take him away from his grief. It was an idyllic setting, with the stars dancing in their heavenly niches, mocking the death in the lands below and far away from the numbing touch of the North wind that blew across it carrying the stench of more death in its wake.
He had been going there since he survived. Ever since the frolicking Fates decided to let him live with memories of his family’s demise. Ever since he found himself alive, while his wife had an iron rod pierce through her head, and his young children lost their teeth and their lives. He needed perspective to keep himself from driving rashly down the very slope that almost took his life, but didn’t, leaving him far worse than dead instead. And so, he religiously haunted his deserted domain night after night.
All alone, he would stand and watch the lights dim in the valley before him, as people would slow down with waning strength and sunlight and then retire to bed. He would watch the stars above him and wonder why he could still see them. He was never a believer and did not see smiling faces of his family look down beatifically upon him from above. He now had no hearth to return to. He only felt left behind. His mind reeked of the broken promise of always sticking to his folks. And he felt lonelier than ever.
He would not speak of the accident to any of the people down below. It felt to him as though memories were his and his alone, now that nothing else was left behind. People would come and go, offering kind words of sympathy but their condolences went over his head. He was the feather that is undisturbed by a breeze when it has been displaced and shaken by a storm. His nightly ritual of torture was meant only to cleanse himself of the guilt of being alive. Bathing himself in winter and all its cold darkness was his way of suspending time. It would be years before spring would arrive again.
Till that time when the warmth of sunlight would make its presence felt on his soul and thaw his frozen spirit, Merr would let the cold make him forget death and all that he once knew of life.
Sunday, 14 December 2008
Pearly Tears
I started on this late last night and finished it before going to bed. Pen and ink, as usual. :)
This would be another view: from my desk.
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