*Tainted wisdom

You won't last long if you have a heart of marshmallow

*tainted wisdom

Mediocrity is the end of dream.

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Love is an urban legend

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No matter how beautiful the beginning is, its always the end that takes your breath away

Pankaj, in the human form :)

the extra-florescence in colors is because these were the only two colors i had available in my vicinity. yes i am lazy.

project mayhem

my board in office. all the things i do, the little ideas that come and settle above my head. picture quality vcan be blames on the mac, i am deprived of a flashy cool camera. :)

that crazy heart thing called love?

hmph. I guess its just chemicals. i hope its chemicals. its dangerous like chemicals.

Its that knot in your chest that makes you not breathe,it makes you a klutz, it makes a point that you act beyond stupid for someone whom you've known for not more that 4.65 seconds.

you turn retarder by the minute, and forget the existence of other fellow humans who actually seem to care about you.you stay awake till inane hours imagining situations and actually planning an imaginary course of action till you're completely satisfied with the combat plan. of course if you ever spent that much time actually working you'd be heading some multi-national firm but that's the thing, multi-national CEO's don't fall in love. its simple.

you run every word you say in your head 45 times even before you actually speak, while that same smartness evaporates at the very sight of the person concerned. you're back to being that blithering babbler who says i -erm-erm-i before and after every sentence.

someone said love is like having champagne in your head. maybe it is. it gives you that fuzzy-dizzy feeling and you do things beyond silly that you wouldn't have done otherwise,ever.

It ruins everything that functions properly, and i mean everything. its a superficial cohesive force which makes you a pseudo philosopher both before and after and obviously during the course.

you feel like this great song-writer and maybe someday you can add that in your CV, obviously you might require the CV immediately because your hours at work are spent at reviewing where-your-human-is, and you haven't checked your mail for 42 years and the pending work at your table has reached beyond an accountable level so you really need a new job as much as you need a new life.

How to get to wherever in a shared auto?

yYou're sitting inside a shared-auto, a rickety old miserable excuse for a vehicle. NASA has been heard to describe it as a contraption specially designed to make you feel the existence of all the bones in your body and how well they can move once they are subjected to change in altitude.

The best thing about this is, irrespective of the speed the bumps always feel harder. If you're lucky enough to have not banged your head on the roof or your feet squashed by the total stranger sitting next to you who for some reason feels that there's enough space for him to spread his legs and inform his office-mates about the next juicy gossip that might happen in the coming 60 years, you can take pleasure of the scenic beauty outside. Its a vehicle of all the comforts, some auto's have been known to directly source B&O music systems so they can blare the newest tamil numbers for your comfort.

the auto driver is always, either a direct descendant of Michael Schumacher or the slowest turtle ever and, will take pride in putting the auto right in between the non-existent space between a double-bus and some water tank. As if its not enough he shall stop the auto at any place irrespective of availability of place or not, next to bunch of random individuals who would be concentrating between texting/calling and crossing the road. And irrespective of number of people inside he shall always assume there's enough space for more 2 people to fit in.

the ordeal seems to continue for forever, you almost bang into million things, don't ask what all, you're still not even half way to your destination because traffic is running so thick that there's no place for even twiggy to step in, yet the there'll always be people behind you with firm belief that blaring horns lead to instantaneous clearing of road. such is their belief that they hardly deter, the horn shall continue till your vehicle moves 1.2 mm further.

Rest of the journey's just a buzz, you're almost deaf, you can feel every bone in your body crackle, you're vibrating like you've been on a whole new Richter level. Now you're screaming your lungs out telling the auto guy to stop who conveniently decides to stop 10 meters ahead to wherever you intended to get down. anyway you're out now, you missed that garbage can and you're on the road and you're late for work. gotta be fast, but please don't run into that bus. thank you and have a nice day

when you go mad on photoshop : 5 minute scribbles that keep me alive in office

miniaturest minature - rainbow eyed children: the doors

shiny eyes of crazy

now my child
listen to me,
these shining eyes of crazy
have a lot to say
you must listen,
(like you have another way)

the things i look for but i never find.
the greed that makes me blind.
the hope that someday he'll be kind.

i want, i need. so often i scream.
all those things that i dream.

if i show you my secret,
you would die.
what i have in my pocket,
and what i just threw away
little truth and little lies

now my child come closer,
i want you to stay.
these shining eyes of crazy
will show you things,
about which you'll never say.

these are secrets, child.
the words so unkind.
they are mirrors to tomorrow,
and come what may,
if you listen don't
they'll take you away.

these shining eyes of crazy

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the dreams are mirrors of tomorrow

orange skies

the orange skies,
higher they go
higher they be
the dreams we catch
the things we see
words we hear
aren't meant to be

Stunted wisdom

We; of the human kind, dwell so much on the past and the future; that we forget that its the present that we live in

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The life that was once perceived as a cycle; has now become a line to us, where we progress from one point to another; defined by pursuit of yet another goal.

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My dogs are better people than most humans i run into.

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No, no, my child, that's not how you're supposed to find love. You go to a store and buy yourself a pretty little dog.

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22 years down the drain,
and i just have mistakes to my name

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They are your expectations, you deal with them!

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The people you meet,
want to open you up like christmas treat

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the nights of thousand splendid suns.

the girl that she is

a poignant fool who can fall for the oldest deadbeat stories, and make magnificent mistakes again.
irrespective of the influence of certain spirits, her stunted logics are just her inherent intuitions.

she chooses her battles, only they're the wrong ones.
often she feels she's fighting for a lost cause.

there's a void in her where feelings used to be,
she could make you shudder with her coldness, the visible empathy which she proudly wears on her coat.
make you wonder if she's all but real
that if there's anything that could affect her.

all she seems to emanate is deep putrid hatred. for wrongs committed towards her. towards others. wrongs.

she's not what she seems to be.
she's superficiality at its cheap best.
the wisdom, that makes itself visible in matters concerning others.
the emotions. her biggest problem. they are her trojan horse.

stars

the night sky.
stars.
an illusion of permanence.
things that last forever.

even though they're constantly flickering, caving in, dying.

yet all we see is permanence.
that they have been there before we came, and they'll be there after we are gone.

as life comes

of happy and the mean,
bitter anger and forgotten dreams,
lost love and fairy queens,
finding hope and the unforeseen.

to us: written by my best human and me on 12/18/08

when the days grow old, and the nights go cold
when the moon shines and the sun beams
for happiness your heart screams
thru the candle night gleam....
the picture becomes clear...
you're looking for, what; was once a dream
and ure stuck in the reality
picture seems to go unclear

but there is nothing to fear
for when you turn around, i'd still be there
and where u don't i will still b there
for i am the light that puts an end to yor fears
our relationship is so clear...
that puts an end to all the tears

* monologues

World's always running short of love,
are you sure, you're doing your bit by not making things worse?


Love will tear us apart
-found this one on a website, I think its a cheap monday advertisement and seems to make a lot of sense.