my shoes when i was three or younger was the color of my blog;

i loved em, earliest memories, earliet likes, dislikes and crushes, wat weird world,

my teens ae gone, all teh girls i grew up with are married or mothers by now,
ev body that i cud relate to have left to read their separate paths;

ev thing breaks my heart..i hope at least she would stay..made meaning for ev thing i learnt in life..she was the voice, eyes and smile of my experiences and my loves....

bitch of time...she's gone now...

s a vampire's loneliness..fuck them al..mis her tho'..

Morning fuckers..!!!
phew hehehe always wanted to say that ehehehehehe...
anyways..i got a new year tale to say hehehe e was awesome..hehehehe

Happy New year to all mofuckers who r readin this shit

hehehehe
new year's nite
im put up in the comapny s hotel or smthin..
hehehehe
chik that i was supposed to be with was in homeland so cud nt make it..
i stumble out to forum..get into firangi paani..bot a ticket worth 3 g for the new years nite for a couple
now was going to down all that booze by myself

went there n danced with all the cuples with my glass n hand ..felt like a fag..but ya hehehe was awesome...

saw the prettiest chik dance wt her really big boyfriend..had a smile that made me weep..
hehehehe
anyways i was hugged and kissed gud nite by any or all of the following people..:\
1. The bartender
2. The Auto driver hehehehe
3. the cupla rowdy's on the road who were wishin ev one...

anyways i don remember wakin up feelin hurt betwen my legs so im hopin it was a short nite down there...
hehehe..wat a hope for a new year nite...
i think most of b lore was makin out that nite like july the 4th in the sky
fuckin bastards..
anyways..im gonna go stfu now...

mofuckers happy new year gota stand u shits hehehehehe

mye mye

totaal voetball....

Gentlemen and ladies totaal voetball..

mix it up and give it cold, sold out...

was it..is what we ask

few teams play it..all teams try it..most teams are confused

tactics and brain not required..space is all that counts

totaal voetball s the beauty of finding space with a white circular ball..

s a beautiful game, s the most beautiful game in the world...

when a man runs ahead of you into space..watch and play the ball into it...

pass and move into speace..the team revolves around the opposition..

like a cat around a mouse..play..and play the ball should'nt rest

but must find spaces of all sorts n the field..s beautiful..and then suddenly a ball

cutzs an artery in the defence , the ball moves into space, eye of the tiger, foot of an artist , skill of a hunter, the ball caresses the net,

revolving poem, play and be played by the ball and spaces like continents...

s liquid football..white and beautiful green..and yellow and oranje..

beautiful...

Anelka among other things

s like i have dual citizenjship..i sit here n think about the other world..my world where evrything is a passing color..and all little problems are dear to my heart..where i wonder about how my Nikolas Anelka is going to score against a perked up team in the champions league in my PS2..hehehe..that s how specific i can get !!1

and then there s my other world where im a fkn grown up..hahaha..old..greying..balding...walkin around streets eating chaats and hoping i fit in with the office crowd...

s weird is nt it....god knows what i am hoping to do now..pushin 26...but s just an age..just an age..fitting in ..guess i wud nt say

misfit hehehehe..i don know but must tell u

god knows what..

i love Nikolas Anelka..i guess i must say that so many goals..he is scoring for chelsea too..hehehe

u knwop as i write this and read this simultaneously there s a fear i am reading a freakin mixed up guy..and there s fear how he's gonna pull thru...

love..hmm..ya well..my girl's busy doin her things..hmmm..ina way a slighjt blood let..
but i ll get used to it
hmmm..
that road has been walked by me..times used to sleep there...

smokin, drinkin, boozin, and dopin, nothing helps a cured mind
nnothing helps..a cured mind.. now im even more confused than i was i guess..bye

pheww..he he

egegege

ben a long time since i blogged on this one...nothing of particular interest except that i was thinking the other day
i just want to release myself just feel myself,
and i crave some real chilling action, some juiced hunger, just some savage need to do whatever i want, explode on someone

u no irrresponsibly, jus plain iresponsibly, life is good if u can do what ever u want, the rest of the shit should burn,

but well we'll wait...

i don want to stay too civilised anymore...hehehehe...egege

motherfuckin mediocrity and his stupid ass minions..fuck em fuck em all

i hate watching channels on Tv...i cud n describe the disgust i have at myself at having to watch the crappiest episodes of roadies n splitsvilla...absolute lack of class...and that's something for me to say..since im most often percieved as someone with an aberrated sense of class..i cud care a fuck..i say it loudly now...i cud...but u no how things are...fucks r a lil hard to come by these days

which brings me to my topic
the motherfucking spawning of mediocrity
motherfuckers with no class or shitty talent with funky hairstlyes and fake confidence and machoism s ruling the world... i mean what the fuck...
i see mal movies and heroiines these days...i sit n and slap and stare at the screen and think wat the fuck were u thinking....
english movies are not the greatly important either
i thot slumdog millionnaire had a nice story line and theme wat fucked it up was the portrayal of indians as offshoots of descendants from the movie ' Planet of the Apes'
except the hero and heroine, who are white and could nt harm a fucking fly, everybody's black, needless tgo say i liked the hero's brother's character, cos it was grey,

depth motherfucking people please show me something with depth on TV
i literally pluck wats left of my scalp after the rape inflicted on it by the hussinsagar waters, watching shitty shitty movies
i never thot id say this but today

CHEAP SCUMMY PORN HAS MORE CLASS THAN MTV SPLITSVILLA
thank god for channels like Lumiere, atleast somebody thinks in the country or outside it,
european movies have a sense of beauty and understanding and an underlying wave of subtlety that is so enchanting
was watching a movie the other day,
old very old,
i donno the name, or the director's name, i don give a fuck cos im not his cousin,
wat the movie addressed was stunningly ordinary, but profoundly fleeting, and heartbreakingly commonplace and episodic
it showed the coming of a age of a 15 year old boy who develops a crush on his really beautiful mother,
what hit me, 'hit me' about the movie was the fact that many a time in the movie one gets a little disturbed by the little man's advances on his mother yet his dependance on her, and emotional need for her is a touching portrayal
the mother's wisdom in handling his situation is so beautiful, i ve got no words for it,
their relationship develops into a wonderful friendship and later into companionship, culminating in finally the young man spreading his wings ready to face the real world and the fakes in it....

he emerges from his dilemma stronger, and much more wholesided alongwith his mother

wat drove me to marvel it was the apparent absence of fuss with which the truths of life are showcased as they are, emotional scenes do not have crazy background scores, and people who cry also smile in the subsequent scenes as if nothing had happened, much to much like life...

watever, its hard to describe for me but really it maybe a time when rahman won an oscar and pokutty won it, i humbly disappear in front of their geniuses, all said n done
im actually frustrated, creativity and class are two missing elements in fabric of the world today...
i wish it were nt, but then i also wish i was hugh hefner and his brother who lived in the playboy mansion...
its all fucked up ...changes bound to happen..i wait

Intoxicated in the moment is what i am... chek this video out

http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=l8xKuCmdI78&feature=related