loud whispers

things i have always wanted to say aloud.to people.but never did..
will u ever shut up,
god!i wonder what if u were as intelligent as u think u are,
u r under an oath i guess to juxtapose extremely contrasting colours and show that they can be worn ...err..(my choice of words are deliberate)
the more u try to tell us what u have achieved the more we start doubting your worthiness..
do something for your sense of humour..it stinks
no kite runner is not a cartoon show like road runner.(no i am not making this up)
do u actually read all the books that u borrow or u use it for weight calibration.
if the doors of heaven were to open half as frequently as u grin,half the mankind would have got through,
the only reason we stay together is because we both haven't yet found someone better..
i might say i like you,but why tell something i myself am not sure of,
i am not going to trust u again,i said it last time also,
my genuine sympathies with all those who have to bear u..
u were so sane yesterday..how come...oh i guess u are entitled to eccentricities...
its so nice to have mutual hatred for each other...
man ..u r good except at the very moment i bank on u..
ah...the art of flattery..often used..loses charm
oh how i wish i had ur skill and u my confidence...
someday,we both will laugh over how foolishly we both had behaved.. to ourselves seperately
i wish i were sure u never will read my blog..would have been more fun then...
but i dont think about you at all..(courtesy ayn rand)

P.S-the concept is borrowed..originality to be credited whenever u feel like u r being addressed..for readers,if any

culpable.......

sometimes when you trace your path back...u realise how reckless your footsteps have been,how caught in your aimless rush,
u stamped on many a foot,
destroyed budding anthills,
trampled tiny industrious ants,
crushed unheralded buds, just off the branch,
how a pompous stride cramped a dream,.........
accused of murder we may not be, but of being callous,of being indifferent,of being haughty,we all are guilty of,tainted we all are....

musings of a somnambulist.!!!!

sometimes its hard to hate yourself..
sometimes its hard to like others...
sometimes its better to let the kid enjoy the candy
that he found luckily on the street,
sometimes peace has a price to pay..
sometimes the only way to appear sane is to behave like insane,
sometimes ignorance is a privilege u wished for, but could not afford,
sometimes ambiguity becomes your only saving grace,
sometimes u wish u knew what u dream..
sometimes u know..but u still hope,
sometimes lying awake is such a waste of time,
sometimes lies are so comforting,u wonder why they have to be called so,
sometimes your eyes can be so ruthless,
sometimes its hard to hate yourself..
sometimes u know...u don't have to...

if death weren't such a frightening mystery would we still want to live!!!!

the importance of units...

well a "gentleman" fondly called KBS has emphasised the importance and use of appropriate units in all his problems..and i realised it a few days back much to my chagrin.
i was entrusted with the shopping part of the ensuing festivities as a preparation for future obligations..i resented..but couldn't help it...
so i went on a fine afternoon..after finishing my lab..to get hannu- hoovu..only to realise flowers come to the market only in the evenings..but nevertheless..i persisted...and found an hovamma..and i realised i had to buy 5..err 5(something)god what were the units..they were measured in something...(yards,metres,furlong..)and i i kept staring at her without speaking..she finally asked me -eshtu "maaru" buddhi...so there it was. it was called maaru...and i said " haan ondu 5 maar kodi saaku"..as if i always knew..
scene 2
i went to a fruit shop and i asked him how much was a dozen of banana..(ya i knew it this time..)but the fellow stumps me by saying.."illi kg lekka" now how the hell am i supposed to know how much a dozen weighed...which would require the specific weight of banana..conspicuously missing from our data hand books..;)
well i did manage to make a deal with the fellow..i concede a pinch of clumsiness..
but sir,it sure drove home your point...

results awaited....

For years now I have kept telling myself, I shall cross the bridge when it comes. And now ,it suddenly hits me that there is no bridge. I had to build one.I stare at the huge gaping abyss and think of calling a tender to start constructing it.I realize it’s too late. I see my friends waving at me from the other side, in sympathy, in mockery. and some dissatisfied ones in jealousy,in warning.i am not sure if the bridge is worth crossing,i think... I decide to turn back, walk a little and come back running and right from the edge of the daunting cliff, take one huge leap of faith.the fall doesn’t frighten me,I know it cant kill me.i may be wounded if at all I choose to get hurt,but may be,may be I will reach the other side,like so many others and find it greener,happier.may be u don’t need to build a bridge,may be u don't need to cross it at all.will get to know soon..

optimism is the first cousin of love ---GDR