Sunday, August 30, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Love Him Too
She was going away on a Sunday train
Only if he could see her again
And tell her what she never expected to hear
From him
He was feeling like it was the first day again
Well now that we could not see him in pain
He could not let her go without saying
It tonight
She might say yes and wave him goodbye
Or could sit quietly as the train chugged by
She should definitely jump out and hug him
In tears
She was going away on a Sunday train
Only if we could see her again
And tell her what she never expected to hear
From us
We’d say, come now he’s such a good guy
He will keep you happy and always dry
So don’t you break his loving heart
Apart
Only if he could see her again
And tell her what she never expected to hear
From him
He was feeling like it was the first day again
Well now that we could not see him in pain
He could not let her go without saying
It tonight
She might say yes and wave him goodbye
Or could sit quietly as the train chugged by
She should definitely jump out and hug him
In tears
She was going away on a Sunday train
Only if we could see her again
And tell her what she never expected to hear
From us
We’d say, come now he’s such a good guy
He will keep you happy and always dry
So don’t you break his loving heart
Apart
Sunday, August 23, 2009
stupid all, but good advice
stupid mozzies!
i was sitting at the computer chatting with some friends and playing pool on facebook when some stupid mosquitoes attacked me from under the computer cabinet... i subconsciously scratched the mozzie bites, got addicted to the feeling!!!...and i soon found out that some parts of the skin on my feet turned raw...
i had pealed off the skin while happily scratching away the itch...
stupid dettol!
i thought diluted dettol was for sissies and little girls, so i dipped a fresh piece of cotton wool in the fully concentrated dettol and cleaned off the area. it burned! shit it burned! but i felt good and proud after that!
stupid me!
by next morning, i realised that sissies and little girls are the cleverer ones! atleast they would never harm themselves like i did! cause the scratch wounds that got a decent helping of raw dettol last night had turned all red and swelly...awwwww my poor feet!
stupid infection!
i thought the area would heal by itself after a couple of days, but the situation got worse...the portion of the infected area turned a bit yellow with pus instead...and i realised it was a bad infection! the adjacent areas also swelled up making it very difficult and painful for me to walk, and more so when i had my feet idle for a while, and then again had them working all of a sudden. i looked up the net and read about infections. i never thought i had enough discernment in that area, and as i was updating myself with the facts, i found myself shrinking into my chair like a deflated baloon...
The facts were frightening!
and i understood that if i didnt see a doctor soon enough i might damage my feet forever!
stupid long line
i dont like to visit the doctor.
i found myself queued up in a line with some million people waiting before me! and it took me hours before i could actually go to his tiny chamber with the awful smell of medicines and disifectants.
good advice
NEVER clean your wounds with undiluted dettol.
i was sitting at the computer chatting with some friends and playing pool on facebook when some stupid mosquitoes attacked me from under the computer cabinet... i subconsciously scratched the mozzie bites, got addicted to the feeling!!!...and i soon found out that some parts of the skin on my feet turned raw...
i had pealed off the skin while happily scratching away the itch...
stupid dettol!
i thought diluted dettol was for sissies and little girls, so i dipped a fresh piece of cotton wool in the fully concentrated dettol and cleaned off the area. it burned! shit it burned! but i felt good and proud after that!
stupid me!
by next morning, i realised that sissies and little girls are the cleverer ones! atleast they would never harm themselves like i did! cause the scratch wounds that got a decent helping of raw dettol last night had turned all red and swelly...awwwww my poor feet!
stupid infection!
i thought the area would heal by itself after a couple of days, but the situation got worse...the portion of the infected area turned a bit yellow with pus instead...and i realised it was a bad infection! the adjacent areas also swelled up making it very difficult and painful for me to walk, and more so when i had my feet idle for a while, and then again had them working all of a sudden. i looked up the net and read about infections. i never thought i had enough discernment in that area, and as i was updating myself with the facts, i found myself shrinking into my chair like a deflated baloon...
The facts were frightening!
and i understood that if i didnt see a doctor soon enough i might damage my feet forever!
stupid long line
i dont like to visit the doctor.
i found myself queued up in a line with some million people waiting before me! and it took me hours before i could actually go to his tiny chamber with the awful smell of medicines and disifectants.
good advice
NEVER clean your wounds with undiluted dettol.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
I Don't....
I don’t care if you say you dont see me
In your dreams
I don’t care if you say you’re not in love
With me
I won’t care if you say that you don’t need me
Anymore
I don’t know if I shall ever see that at all
I believe I can’t lay my head on the line now
For you to walk past like you didn’t see
It doesn’t matter to me anymore somehow
I don’t care to even consider it
And as I go and let my ego rule
I don’t know if it‘ll ever leave me
I can’t live for a day in your sunshine
I don’t care if you don’t need me
In your dreams
I don’t care if you say you’re not in love
With me
I won’t care if you say that you don’t need me
Anymore
I don’t know if I shall ever see that at all
I believe I can’t lay my head on the line now
For you to walk past like you didn’t see
It doesn’t matter to me anymore somehow
I don’t care to even consider it
And as I go and let my ego rule
I don’t know if it‘ll ever leave me
I can’t live for a day in your sunshine
I don’t care if you don’t need me
Sunday, August 16, 2009
the good guy and the bad girl
A girl calls up a guy
She wants some help with her project
The guy doesn’t like the girl that much though she’s quite hot...
She calls him at a very odd time
And wants him to come for a few hours
The guy is a bit hesitant, but he is very generous and can’t say no if someone asks for a favour
So he rides his scooter to this girls place
Reaches at 7.30 pm sharp
The gal is a complete mess
She smells like a crate of uncorked bottles of whiskey
And her hair is a complete mess as well
But even then she manages to look quite hot to the guy
She is wearing a low cut nighty, with a really daring neckline
The guy is a bit hesitant to walk inside her house
He still goes in, and at once unpacks his bag and takes out his notes and starts helping the gal with the project
They soon get off topic
And the gal tells him all about her personal life, and the several affairs she had had
She yaps and yaps and the guy is eventually bored
And in his mind wants to leave ASAP
The gal then offers him cigarettes
The guy takes one and they talk a little more
The guy is really worried as it is getting late
And he says that he can’t stay any longer and wants to go and that she can keep her notes and copy them down and finish the project
The gal doesn’t listen
And says that since he has come to her place for the first time he must no go without having anything
She offers him a peg of scotch
The guy refuses, as it was getting late
The gal was now getting dangerously close to him
And the guy was breaking into hot sweat from all over his forehead
He is very tensed and confused
He doesn't want to ‘do it’ with the gal
He doesnt want to ruin his virginity with such a desperate slut
He wants to leave
The gal pushes him in rage
And he trips on the carpet and falls down
His head is injured and the gal apologizes to him and gets him a glass of cold water
The guy falls unconscious
Next day
He finds his pants missing...he has bruises all over his body
He realizes he got raped
Finish
She wants some help with her project
The guy doesn’t like the girl that much though she’s quite hot...
She calls him at a very odd time
And wants him to come for a few hours
The guy is a bit hesitant, but he is very generous and can’t say no if someone asks for a favour
So he rides his scooter to this girls place
Reaches at 7.30 pm sharp
The gal is a complete mess
She smells like a crate of uncorked bottles of whiskey
And her hair is a complete mess as well
But even then she manages to look quite hot to the guy
She is wearing a low cut nighty, with a really daring neckline
The guy is a bit hesitant to walk inside her house
He still goes in, and at once unpacks his bag and takes out his notes and starts helping the gal with the project
They soon get off topic
And the gal tells him all about her personal life, and the several affairs she had had
She yaps and yaps and the guy is eventually bored
And in his mind wants to leave ASAP
The gal then offers him cigarettes
The guy takes one and they talk a little more
The guy is really worried as it is getting late
And he says that he can’t stay any longer and wants to go and that she can keep her notes and copy them down and finish the project
The gal doesn’t listen
And says that since he has come to her place for the first time he must no go without having anything
She offers him a peg of scotch
The guy refuses, as it was getting late
The gal was now getting dangerously close to him
And the guy was breaking into hot sweat from all over his forehead
He is very tensed and confused
He doesn't want to ‘do it’ with the gal
He doesnt want to ruin his virginity with such a desperate slut
He wants to leave
The gal pushes him in rage
And he trips on the carpet and falls down
His head is injured and the gal apologizes to him and gets him a glass of cold water
The guy falls unconscious
Next day
He finds his pants missing...he has bruises all over his body
He realizes he got raped
Finish
Monday, August 3, 2009
Memoirs of a past
Into spaces wild and free
Some of us would often be
Carelessly lost in words galore
We could've asked for nothing more
The rays of light into the darkened room
Would cut across like an autumn moon
In a starless night with no winds at play
Our days're as fresh as showers of May
Seldom visit we those memoirs lost
New grass has replaced the treaded coast
Oft we go with no plans aboard
Soon to realize we're too far off shore
And as we walked by the waters still
We saw the steady reflections within
The waters, and yet felt so obscure
We didnt recognise ourselves for sure
Some of us would often be
Carelessly lost in words galore
We could've asked for nothing more
The rays of light into the darkened room
Would cut across like an autumn moon
In a starless night with no winds at play
Our days're as fresh as showers of May
Seldom visit we those memoirs lost
New grass has replaced the treaded coast
Oft we go with no plans aboard
Soon to realize we're too far off shore
And as we walked by the waters still
We saw the steady reflections within
The waters, and yet felt so obscure
We didnt recognise ourselves for sure
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