seriously nothing...

D stretch b/w d stark naked truths n d hazy maze of effervescent dreams r a myriad illusion...u cant escape either n yet u cant attain d modern-day nirvana of peace- of escaping angst ridden heartstrings dat render u in a mesh of paralytic occlusion. Blessed r dose who survive fr every step of d way is lyk having a thinning stream of ruptured dreams held tantalisingly in ur face. D faces r extraordinary, senile, beautiful, pretty, each one obfuscatingly painful. Yet v pass, v all pass thru d mesh n sooner or later v realize d gravity of love...Its insane, drawing us, compelling us in2 submission n v yield yet again, cringing fr d next part of d illusion.

Dreams r never meant fr dis part of d universe, if u harbour one ur destined to fail...

Dream low, go so slow, fr d night's just begun, n lightyears away is d sun

Ur wish b granted, it will b done, fr every step u take noder heart will b torn

For d one u yearn, behold d heaven's lovestruck son,

N u b doomed, begone, a cryptic message u'll take fr The One...

Dats d rule of d game if ur permitted to call it so. Ur passions r quiet in dis cosmos, d whirr of d motion of destiny is a preambulate chain dat caters to d whims of d whimsical...d rest b damned...

n wats up wid me??...

no, ur nt permitted to ask...god bless u.

d frst buk review....well almost;-)

emotion or commotion??...wat is it??..dat thing calld love...dats d basic premise of d buk...yea its d name of d buk..."dat thing called love" written by Tuhin.A.Sinha...


Its nt really a bad start fr some script-writer who used to write lines fr some StarPlus/StarOne kinda shit serials dat r d biggest glycerine consumers single-handedly, d absurdly exaggerated camera movements dat made d cameraman seem lyk he ws tripped out on drugs, d plotting women n d sole bhartiya naari who leakd lyk a monsoon tap, d husband who'd b eithr b busy screwin or bein screwed, d one vamp in d serial who's eyes would alternately flame up along wid gut-churning SFX masacra(i gt d spelling rt na??..) n background score dat could put some death metal band to shame...

by d way y am i talkin abt dis crap wen i wuldnt ever in my senses??....aaaahh yea...dat book...as i was sayin nice try by sm1 who has written lines lyk "main tumhare najayez bachche ki ma banne wali hun"...d whole book is set at a languid pace throughout which smtyms irks u no end...yet it perks up often , d infused undercurrent of d rambunctious protagonist's struggle to cum to terms wid d past n present smtyms serves up a delicious palate of whiff bt it isnt enough to last u d book...

D words spoken by d persons in dis bookr kinda out of my league i guess...u might lyk it...i ddnt...its sketchy to b accurate bt some of d characters r well-etched out...however, d woman for who our guy falls isnt conjurable enough...mayb i lack d imagination...mayb d author left it to gud cause...

all in all my verdict...an ok breezy kinda read if u want to delve in2 relationships in general...sketchy bt survivable...guess dis guy could do better nxt tym around...

guess I'll b watching ur nxt Tuhin..;-)

bits of crumbs...

folks here i am...("folks" implies d tiny percentage of ppl who hv sanctimoniously maintained d urge to check my blog widout being coerced in2 it...;-)...n dis "grt blogowner" has gt competition it seems...

u know wat??...i hv already lost 2 her...;-)

so m back to college after a 3 week layoff(in times of such recession, i guess dis isnt d rt word to use bt jst culdnt help it;-)..n m already feeling lyk some drunk in a trance state...its lyk jumping in2 d deep end of d pool all over again...d mess food's aroma is still willfully unindulgent to my senses, d sambhar tastes morbid n d consistency n thickness of d accompanying sabji is equivocally suspect...d colour of it varies everyday wid matching taste of spite...d rotis seem 2 b from a diff orbit altogether wat wid deir unbeatable crunchiness dat could beat a Munch hands down....n Ma wonders y my appetite's whetted down to sub-zero;-)...aaaaaaaaaah heavens its a conspiracy of d gods...wish Satan would do something about it....

N speaking of mess, my life's moving in a way tangential to wat i had preposterously thot...i thot dat my lyf wuld go lyk a stallion widout reins in a straight line(its called gravity fr dose who ddnt get it...;-)...n boy results came out...n guess wat??...

i was incidentally humming a Justin Timberlake track at dat tym d results came out...i never thot dat my unintentional prophecy wuld turn out so grossly accurate....

P.S- d track was "I got a sexy back...

yeaahh....yeaaahh

I got a sexy back..."...i hope fr my sake u dnt get it...;-)

of tennis and passions..........

hey ppl m baccckkkkk......!!!
m jus misusing d gr8 honour dat dis blogowner hs givn me to blog on his part.....!!!:)
lawn tennis ne1.....?
well....this australian open 2009 is 1 helluva thng.....
i mn........wat wid d william sisters winnind d women's doubles......n bhupati-mirza pair leadin in d doubles;
with his "c'mon baibay..." action aftr d win........
williams beating safina in straight sets.....maannn...!!...
but yet d ultimate one remains......
yes ....u guessed it right.....d great no.1, no.2 seeds fluctuating b/w d ranks...
NADAL vs. FEDERER...!!!! dis is 1 match which no 1....i mean no tennis lover would like to miss for nethng in lyf......
at least not after the historical wimbledon 2008 which was a close shave b/w the 2.....
there is sumthng b/w federer , nadal duo......
i mean it goes lyk if dey have a match against each other, den dey nva lag behind each oder.......i dunno hw it happens.......
if it l b lyk 4-2 nad-fed, then widin 5 min it wud b 4-4 nad-fed.....gaaawwddd......n dats y deirs
is 1 match actually worth being written down in d pages of history......dey wud nva leave even a single shot....
as if deir lives depend on it......(i mn dey do ...ov course....!!)!!!
with 15 grand slams in his pocket , federer wud b d hot 1 fr bookies in ne match.....bt wat wid nadal showin
off his real talent,this somehow has given way for both feddy n rafa equally likely to be d winners........
so as it happened.......today i went to c d match ......d australian open 2009 of d gr8 plyrs......
d 1st set nad-fed 7-5 was as exhilarating as eva....!!!!!!
i mn beautiful..sexy....hooottt......
bt den......wid d start of the 2nd set.,....federer startd giving a disappointing performance
though both were still neck to neck.....n i stopped watching it.....
m a hard-core federer fan.....but somehow while watching d match i end up regrettin or celebrating fr both sides ....
i dunno y.......bt den i gav it a thot.....dat both are d world bests......so it comes out i guess.....d emotions...hehehe

juss wen i ws deep into da world of federer, along came novak djokovic n ma heart went out fr d tall, lean , handsome siberian hunk .....tennis playr...n more bcoz he defeated feddy......!!!!!!
i mn defeating d world no.1 n nw rankd no.3.....dats sayin somethng maaannnn.......!!!!!
neways......dis match hs bin won by rafa.......no prob fed buddy........
i knw u hv it in u(lolzzz) n u l able to do it......!!!!!!!

the chauvinistic pleasure called shopping.......

shopping............
.....................................................
well.....i knw dat it dsnt require any xplanation.......d dots aftr d 1st word hv said it all i guess......!!!!
bt nonetheless.......
dis is 1 thng ne grl wud luuvvv tokin abt n ol d more doin it........hehehe
being a girl myself, dis is actually a chauvinistic pleasure......
d gr8 owner of dis blog has not had d pleasure of actually goin shopping wid me bt he jus had a "jhalak".....!!!! :)
weneva i get tym fr dis "great and religious" deed,
now, now.......don't get confused.....i hv nt drifted frm d topic entirely.....so a li'l insight into dis....
dis basically is d place whr i stay; wid only a small difference dat it is in india.....
d rural luxemborg (dis is an elite alias so dat its inhabitants don't feel alienated frm their world....;-)) so weneva m able to get out i take care to shop till i drop.......!! it is actually an art which, sadly, many people don't have.....only d female species has...n it has done d business world proud.....for, had it not been for them, where wud all the sethjis n all those wasteheads be goin....?!?...
I, for 1, m a complete SHOPAHOLIC....as i cnt put it better than that......lol.....ma fav places being all d gud 1nes in delhi.......well....lets nt delve deep into ma lyks.....
so...as i ws sayin......it is said dat diamonds are a girl's best friend....bt believe me........if ur girl is upset wid u..........forget all gile -shikwe wid her n tak her out fr a nice shopping spree....n agree to watever she wants to buy....dat'll definitely make her feell all goody goody n.. welll.....aftr dat.....c d results fr urself......!!!!
welll....dats it fr nw i guess....!!!!
so....happy shopping......!!!!

dat thing about plans...

I'm backk n 2day's diatribe u all will have to accompany again...please bear wid me for m in a reflective mood...

The vagaries of life can b measured only wen u set a plan...a definite course of action u want to tread upon in ur life...d whimsicalities of it can den b remarkably funny n atrocious...god bless ur soul if ur my kind though...;-)

I 1ce had a plan...it was beautiful...i basked in its sunshine for one whole month...dat tym i was a stoic kid of 15 yrs...i had a vision u c...a plan dat needed execution...now i am a still a visionary...however i sell vision nowadays -2 ne1 who has d distinctive ability to rattle d rooster's cage("the white tiger" expression) v live in...u c nowadays i hv realized d difference b/w living a dream n living a dream...d former's better...;-)

my plan was formed not on a drunken night but on a night wen i read FPS...yes i wanted to crack IIT...dnt gt me wrong...d mosaic of mesmerizing dreams has its own charm n i was held captive...captive 2 d thousand coruscating flashes of light dat promised me i could do it...yes i was drunk...high on d success of living my dream...it was not to be...d dream lyk all things of my life corrupted n corroded in2 a satire of inertia dat wound me galaxies from it all...IIT b damned...just lemme pass dis tym god...pleeaasss god...dnt lemme flunk again...it's amazing how wen u dnt plan things, dey prioritise demselves on deir own...plans i had...i still do...only d inertia binds me...

now i am 19 n in college...b4 entering i had a plan...doin well...gettin a job(maybe...;-)...in short i had a long term plan...however lyf is an intricate wrangle of deceitful truths dat can b ur mate n yet screw up ur fate...now i have a vision..short-term one though...n dat is-SCREW PLANS...i know someday i will yield back 2 dat spiral of anticpation which comes wid a plan...till den i have d next bit of bad news to luk forward to...;-)

I have a frnd who was crazy...she made plans...lots of dem..she exercised d muscle b/w her ears far too much...strained her brains out literally...den smthng happened to her...n she gt d drift of wat was coming...inspite of her plans, things were gettin screwed up...sm1 told her(aahhhmmm...;-)2 lighten up a bit...she lightened up waaay 2 much...now she enjoys pissin off profs...n now m worried...

but u know wat??...screw d plan n njoi d free fall for a while...trust me...nothin in lyf is worth d plans...

P.S-even IIT wasnt...;-)

P.S.S-n no its nt d case of sour grapes...;-)

sitcoms of lyf-1...

Imagination is more powerful than knowldege...-Albert Einstein.

Imagine a world where our profs believed dat...ME.

Exams n students have a symbiotic relationship...d kinda lyk extra-marital i'd say;-)...u cnt face it n u cnt turn away frm it...d monster is prehistoric n it refuses to go away...kinda lyk sphagetti refusing to vacate ur fork...u know u hv to eventually eat it n yet u try to fling it off ur fork...

an elder friend of mine was always bugged by his english teacher for his grammar...or rather the lack of it...he struggled n flailed against his teacher who'd continuously pester him in d class...bottomline-he hated it.

Eventually he grew up to b a police officer. Years later while going somehwere, he noticed a car slowly braking n den finally rolling to a stop a coupla meters in front of the prescribed zebra crossing at a red light while all oder vehicles stayed behind.

He walked upto d car n d owner rolled down d windows.

D teacher n his pupil again...

Something stirred up from d past n a smirk crossed d officer's face.

"Mr. Murthy...

Teacher crinkled his eyes in recognition...

"Mr. Murthy, dose lines r full stops. Not commas..."- a smirk again...;-)

it's said dat a predestined path is laid out fr all mortals even b4 dey set out...n d strings r pulled by some unaccountable force who sits up dere n judges us by our deeds...i think its chicken-shit...

As Woody Allen memorably put it 1ce-"if only god would show me some definite sign of being dere..lyk depositing a million bucks in my name at d swiss bank..."

m still searching for signs...

d luckless n d loveless r a lucky lot...

dnt believe me??...check dis 1 out...

in a group of cards, a guy was losing continuously...having lost his 5th flush straight, his friend consoled him...'dnt wrry mate, u know wat dey say rt??...unlucky at cards...lucky in love."

"oh yeah??..- d guy snarled.."m 35 n still single..

"well dere u go..."-d friend responded...;-)

i started off dis blog 2 get my frustration wid lyf out...instead it's bcum a sitcom without ne pretention dat veers off into ne topic...;-)

The world isn't just as weird as we imagine but weirder dan we can imagine...