pan anyone ?

no, that is not a crime scene. :D
it is actually a work of art. the artist(s): pan, gutka and tobacco chewing people who also leave their mark on roads, streets, walls and corners. *applause*

the best part, they would spit exactly under the sign that says, "please dont spit". blimey* :P

mba ? mca ? err....shut up ! :|

so, you have a family gathering and everybody is busy talking and laughing. and then your uncle comes up to you and asks you, so what are your plans for the future ? mba ? mca ? what ? too much competition these days you know, job oppurtunites are limited....blah blah blah and it goes on for another 5 to 10 mins. all the words enter your ear and exit from the other and you always have the most clueless expression.

ok ill be blunt, i am sick of you people doing engineering and mba and mca just for the heck of doing it !! argh !
parents pressure, moolah packages, status symbol ?
fuck that !
i mean, i would rather do something i can enjoy doing, rather than sweating my ass off doing something what everybody is doing over and over with no interest at all. ok, fine ! you need to have a good job. fine ! you need to be well qualified. fine ! fine ! fine ! but what about talent ? what about hobbies ? what about doing what you love to do ? i wanna go against the system and do what i like doing rather doing what is prescribed to me.
and if i dont succeed, i shall join the league like everybody else. :D

cheerio !

in love....blush** :")

well, ok yeah ! ill admit.
i just cant live without my babe. the curves, the features, the looks !


ahh i love my cellphone ! my nokia n97.
it has everything i would need from a full-fledged high end smartphone.
touch screeen, qwerty keyboard, wi-fi, camera, blah blah blah....!
quick texting, internet, videos, music with a bonus of the fm transmitter (like icing on the cake).
not to mention the shutter clicking away pictures.

fine ! i wont write a full on review for my cellphone. ill stop there.
but yes, its lovely !

what the...?

ok was i crazy back then ?
that's some lame stuff i wrote,
oh and very wannabe i must say. haha !
fresh start...hmmmm....
uhhh....

i shall think about this. soon.
yes.

virus.

it infects, like a plague.
spreads rapidly, disintigrating everything in its path.
surviving upon resources.

the human species, not less like a virus.
they multiply, and spread.
the disease they are, infecting the planet.
killing every source. and then moving on, rapidly,
to suck up another.
the virus called the human being, is immune.
nothing can stop the ruthless creature.
it adapts itself, through the harshest situations
and survives in the most extreme environments.
it's symptoms are hate and war,
ignorance, and then, pleasure.

path to insanity.

the razors upon my bed.
there's a stain, it's red.
alive, or am i dead ?
hallucinations fill my head.
the agony is already fed.
reality is full of dread.
insanity, i once said,
will conquer,
and you wont fucking regret !

thoughts.

quivering thoughts rattle your brain that is squished into your small head.
open and think beyond the usual. its not always the sunshine,the breeze, the warmth and all that happy stuff. hallucinations could help, but you need more than fake dreams. you are on your own, you don't get shoulders to cry upon or hands to hold on to. the rainbow seems blackened,the sky is grey, night is utterly dark. yet, you are calm, composed and diligent in your thoughts. your quivering thoughts. they don't rattle any more, they just bounce off your imagination and jump into reality.

back in black.

under the shadows,
like a hood it seems.
the dullness, it reflects.
killer, i believe.
its lean, with the perfection of a symphony.
devouring, it is.

i am back in black,
and i don't care how hard it seems.

you.

dismantled and disarranged,
this delusion seems unchanged,
a gimmick that we live,
thats become a primitive.

emotions screw you,
fakeness runs through you,
insanity needs you,
but you, remain you.

she.

i was up and she was too,
we kept chatting till it was two.
the night would never end,
not sleepy, i would say and pretend.
five minutes, more like an hour, it would be
was she really sleepy ? i couldn't see.
would wait for her all night,
hoping that i don't end up a fight.
being with her would make my day,
wish it was everyday.