The Darker Side of Night...

20/7/2009, Monday...



I fell in love with a girl..
The girl said she was in love with me too..
The feeling threw me in a state of tranquil..
she made me swallow an amorously teasing pill..

Day in and day out i used to think of her..
All her lies seemed so true..
although i knew..
they weren't even a wee bit true..
But i kept on believing the hollow lies..
The lies were blatant and the kisses were smooth..
It seemed they are gonna last forever..

But one night, with a lie again..
She made me cry from within..
In that specious girly way..
She told me she was going away..
She has had enough of my stupidness and my ever lasting silence..
Her squandering over me finally got over..

But, amazingly the discreet me got out of that hangover..

Now she's found another lover..
"I love you - A" to "I love you - B" in a week..
All hail this Gen - X of dilapidated geeks..

I have nothing against her..
I have nothing against you..
This wasn't something i'll ever rue..
I wasn't expressing any of my fears..
With my hand on the reverse gear..
and the peddle pressed..
It was just a look into the rear years..
And the real thing over here, my peer..
is that...

I just had another beer.....
I just had another beer........

:)

I don't know what 've i written and why 've i done that. I don't know if anyone can ever interconnect my sporadic thoughts.I don't know if someone will ever try to. But do i care ?? ... i never did... and i still don't...
:)

Tonsure and Baptize the fools...

17/7/2009, Friday...

Today, i went to the barber's shop for the usual business. When the barber was busy shaving the one month old beard that i had grown, (although i didn't do a thing in growing it, it itself kept growing..!) a boy of approximately the same age as mine, presumptuously entered the shop, with a cell-phone in his hand, which was being used as a transistor at that time.

He went on to sit on an available vacant chair and a barber who was sitting idle went to him to inquire what was he there for ? A shave ? A haircut ? or may be both ? But he was there to become someone who he wasn't.

He told the barber that he wanted a M.S Dhoni to be carved out of him and even before the barber could comment, the M.S Dhoni changed into an Akshay Kumar. As it was incumbent on the barber to say something, the barber expressed his views on the 'serious' matter. At that time i was pondering over the thought to tell the barber to throw this scamp out, but he himself decided to walk out and return in a while after consulting a Spin-Doctor.

The boy returned, proselytized in 10 minutes, and this time he wanted a concoction of Dhoni, Akshay Kumar and something he termed as "Spicy". I didn't knew what in the world was that.

I wonder from where on earth did he have the time to think about such a petty thing (do forgive me if you think it wasn't petty..). And a bigger rascal was the one who discussed this topic with him(the one who proselytized him).

If you cannot decide on what and how the crop on your head should be, then you really are in need of some horse-sense enhancing asinine fertilizer...

I don't know what 've i written and why 've i done that. I don't know if anyone can ever interconnect my sporadic thoughts.I don't know if someone will ever try to. But do i care ?? ... i never did... and i still don't...
:)