Randomness

This is all on my head, just after watching the movie "Modigliani" . Dedicated to no one. So stop brainstorming and attain salvation ASAP


 Glittering stars in the sky ,
like dazzling pearls in your eyes,
the one of the brightest,
seeks your attention,
I see to the deep,
they pull me and drown,
in the ocean of tears and joy,
sweet like sugar your face,
you give the winds your way,
flows your hair in aghast,
reminds me of the dark,
silent like a ray of light,
takes it away all the gloom,
you fly like a feather,
you kiss like a silk,
blues in the heart,
gives you a spark ,
shakes you humble,
a whisper from cloak full of treasure,
sands of time takes away everything,
everything that it could,
your empty wide arms with tears .
you thank the almighty!
because only thing you are left with
are just memories . . .

Restive :

Finally got some time to write...
After having some long unbounded tragedies overcoming my life these days I claim my see myself to be a restive.I'm fed up of this system,it needs some cucumber to erradicate the symphonies in ones life.Its like Antichrist walking on lonsome streets.Instantaneously u saw a group of oldies smoking Hukkah and Marijuana.They see you like a hinderance to their divinity and curse you for creating disturbance.The later smoke some ripples on the sky and vomit pitty on ur steps.Now the only seldom to achieve some prophecy is all urs; self achme . . . (also read the following 3 dots they have got their own worth)



Climate :
The zaphrys possesing some momentum are still claiming to have some rest.The previous 60 days went on the loafty hot shuted intervene.The sun challenged to bang the mercury with its outmost temper.Lonely streets discovered the mirajes to mock upon droughted lives.And the city polices (the f*cking porcindes) standing from coreners or porches in a "bloody" hope to treasure their pockets with bribes even under the tungsted sun.As gleaned the fear of chicken pox created an epidema on the place of my tomorows..SEIGH HELL !!



Megalithics:
The most awaited event of the year.
The FIFA WC 2010 South Africa..
The circus started with a hook which showered all the greets,colour and mightiness.Johannesburg was all bounced and tossed by the 'craji' football fans all over the world.The anthem sunged by the creature of Colombia who still join her hand and shakes her liar hips all over the song (man that can kill u). "waka-waka"..
The football "Jabulani" could net struck well with the Frenchs and the Italaias.The mostful awful mercy shown by the folks couldnt do well.The teams were raped out of the tournament before the getting through the Super 16s.(I guess the most wonderstruck grudge for them) ..
the etho of victory still favours ESPANO who were blunted by the Swiss knives.The following learnt their lessons and aspire to comparde some good Villa.Argentia's Messi is all set up to mess up the predicaments that would fetch him some kisses,hugges,smootches (may be more than this) by his legendary coach Diego Maradona..My loyalties still hold the Brazilian ;the country with a football scripted even on its national flag..ALL HAIL !!




Syncretism:
I sucked breezers on a large extent may be on some multiples of five.Whole drowned a novel called "Anything for u ma'm" which was all a bull crap,the only thing which made me to turn the pages were my quench to read some making love kinda stuff (the title of the novel pokes ur mind to be it as a love story) or may be the absent genorisity of real sense,wandering my cliffs to have some stomach aching fun but all the adverbs were lost or were extinct.But still a good attempt by Tushar Rahega on scriblling the surplous amount of pages.On addition to this he s*cked at writing rhymes like I do.The other end of my respiration was logged out.Yesterday the groove of some football fever came out.I played the football or soccer after a ver very long time (may be the last time when i kicked the flated sphere was one of our house match during the school days...we were acused by the greens...thaanx to the miserable fate)Even on yestday we lost.(not a new thing for a looser like me)The game was splendid.I begged for some stamina but was left fulcrified.My thighs,legs,spasms still groaning in pain.



This is it......Now what else you expect me to key when i'm still in pain.....




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Does that makes a crimson on yur face...??if yes then i got a tale for all of u...

Once upon a time there was a boy who called himself a wicked monster.One day he sat on a.................. ............(F*CK U).....(this one is not funny)....

Dedicated to the REPTILES...

Cold in the sands,

I respire to the be the drowned,

On the betrayal of wisdom,

To preach the notions of freedom,

I dont rebel to my lust,

But still roams to decent,

The venom is sweet inside me,

But stinks bitter who hate me,

The equity to predicate my companions,

incarnates to the life of abjures,

I dont manifest who judge me,

they vatic the senses of my fables,

and they yell to acknowlege me a liar,

I spare them to yen the zaphyr,

But in me there still lives a liar,

I live the life of an optimist,

to forge the consequences of death,

I bare the heat to go retarted,

there still lies a fate of zenith,

where i cannot fly to grow mantic,

I cannot heal the ecstacy i gave,

I cry on the tombs of the lives i take...

4 -3- 09 ..unforgetable day

My quench to swallow some of my life memories will never be fullfilled despite of the fact of boredom issued.I know its a foul exuberant of mine to key them in a comprehensive fable but still I'm use to it.

i 'm not brave..

Date:4th march 2009

I forge the day to the one of my most unforgetable day i lived.4th march 2009 was the thing which means and meant a lot to me even today.It unfolds the flake of my time to a little extent.

After having a haste in intervene the day started off.So 4th march 2009 was the day i for the first time gave my board exam.It was a strange feeling with a pinch of sacrasm.We had a SOCIAL SCIENCE exam that day.

Now concluding to my bad history over some devious civics can muddle to a poor geography.I liked economics because it made me aware of the consumer rights and sustainable development of India which is now presently in rampant.

..I was not a guy like Sandeep.(He was the master of sst and still one of my dear friend).I was a guy who never scored a 42+ in social though i dont regret the fact today also.Social was the only subject in my skool life which left me wid nightmares.I never had a feeling to study the subject may be due to my lack of attention on studies.But still i was left with no option rather to taste it.

Worries desipated me about my socail future too..

now coming back to 4th march :

i gave up 10 days before 4th march to stuff my head with some poison.But i was not confident enough to ink the day's exam.I was tempted with fear,heartbeats and sagacity.Mum's words were not enough to cure them.Few hours before the exam my pancreas secreted a stream line of anderanaline..which speared my intestines and moved like a mexican wave within my body.I was not ready to jingle on this wave and was not prepared to have a grief revision that hour.

I thaught some kind off music can heal me.I took my mum's cell and played....

the song was hallowed be thy name....that was the first time i ever listened to some legendary soul of heavy metal.Iron Maiden were gothic.the next song i listened was by Metallica-the unnamed feelings.they become my favourite on the heavy metal part.It never happened to me that i loved any song for the first strike.Iron Maiden and Metallica were awesome !!

i heard them for more than hour.I will never be able to forget my reactions of that hour of my crazy decision.

74 mins later...

I broke the seal of the question paper...gave a glance...Everything appeared was easy...

after about 4 hours..SATISFIED

Mercury went to 36 on its scale....( i know it wished for something more)

I was at Mok's place discussing the day's excursion.

I was made aware of my negligence and forbidness...I lost 14 marks out of 80.(6 marks went on the unknitted map,4 marks on the picture based question and 4 marks on the theory question which i havent atempted).that were my calculations apart from my unoticed negligence.i hadnt spoked even a word about that with my family ones that day..I was left with nothing but with a bad and a cripple start for my board exams.I thaught to hook up wonders on the remaining ones.I even thaught to become a monk and steal someones ferrari...but

i was pissed off....

and the rest is HISHTREE...i scored a 94 in that exam (:p)

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That 4th march 2009 meant a lot to me..Its the most unforgetable day of my life.A gear to my past predicaments or my fortune.It was a kind of restoration which gave me a real soul for heavy metal and a wisdom to note a junk out of a jack.I was left with nothing but with luck

I know it looks apalled on my part to write something stupid or idiotic here.I also know that u wud take a stupified out of me,curse me or mock on me....

if u do...

F*CK U.....i dont care!! (i know i'm rude)

Self-fulfilling prophecy..!

I found that listening to the news or watching it on a daily basis was a negative influence on my life. It was actually influencing my outlook on life.
Like an AIRCEL ad- Only 1411 tigers are left in India..Count not increasing.What does that mean?May be the male tigers are either using contraceptives or the female tigers using Unmwanted pills.Or people in Bangladesh still abusing in the name of Taslima Nasreen.
Well those perceptions that we allow ourselves then,are those that are consistent with our expectations and attitudes.

Life reflecting and pouring tonnes of problems in the day can be in the form of our forgetness,forgiveness,faithfulness and failurness.It goes sky when a problem grows polar and regret the blame of an archive.Quitter can be one thin jinx taken fore granted.Having something for the other which cannot be explained and expressed can be an another quitter.Now reminiscing the thaughts of my 16 yr life experience fetch me something very interesting about the parcels of my opposite sex.(i'm a male and a straight by orientation)

***Like

"A female gal has a close male friend.Its been a long time that they are together (as friends).Quite astonishingly it means that he is probably interested in her, 'that' is why he hangs around her so much.But like every gal she sees him strictly as a friend even they hang on a same ride.This always starts out with, you're a great guy, but I don't like you in that way. This is roughly the equivalent for the guy of going to a job interview and the company saying, You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we're not going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as the basis for comparison for all other applicants. But, we're going to hire somebody who is far less qualified and is probably an alcoholic."

And then the boy getting rejected glazes for vengance.He rains the gal (who is his friend or not still remains a riddle) with questions.Like why,why and why,???Tries every niche to flaunt the gal but fails at every edge!

And at last the boy quits in regret and rigour....Riguor because the next day he finds a new one...


Concluded that,gals see what they expect to see, experience what they expect to experience, and achieve what they expect to achieve.

Therefore, when we expect to fail, this often becomes a "self-fulfilling prophecy".

MORTIFIED

A visible hello can make him feel embarrass by the fact of rapid knowingness.It holds true for a Mortified.He wakes up after having a haste.He had a dream for his truth.A truth which bites him to his core.His blood boozes for rage.Guilt provokes for a defined word of imaginary instant.The truth behind his karizma and karma.

the day he felt the breeze for the first,he asked a reason for it......



He had clutched success in every phase of his defined life.A hard working by profession have strived for everything even for a nutshell.Being silent to the point of being a mass of negligible enthusiasm and randomness have been traits of his personality.The reason behind to feel like a mortified is he never had any.An apogee of wisdom is needed to be defined.A diverse unit of knowlege but not even a chunk cud be reasoned.Got throat full of solutions more than a sputum.But the throat is never coughed out;becuase its sneezed out by a random EXCUSE.. The excuse cripples him in every dimension.He is a mocking bird of his class who flies with the broken wings.His presence in the room is avoidable.He is avoided even by the girl of his dreams who might be sitting next to him.The girl is the only mesmerising thing of his life;but his decibels and hard to strike her.Even his teachers,parents are worried about his so called known behaviour.He is redempted to be such a foolish maniac who got jugs of knowledge.He feel desparely appalled for his worthless success(which remains a mystery or a myth).The trauma haunts him to(o) his roots.The initial torture of giving up things weighs against any justification that couldn’t fetch him anything worthwhile.He awaits for the reasons of being such a MORTIFIED...



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by google:
• MORTIFIED (adjective)
The adjective MORTIFIED has 2 senses:
1. suffering from tissue death
2. made to feel uncomfortable because of shame or wounded pride
Familiarity information: MORTIFIED used as an adjective is rare.

The Demon i Know

On the day of 20th september the world got a birth of a sensation..After hitting all the meteors nd meteorites,sucking all the milky ways..star dropped a flicker on the earth Bilaspur , Chattisgarh to be precise..

Mayank K Sahu who wants to be known for his spice Max Demon is the oldest friend of mine that my school life fetch me...grown with some extra pounds and healthy heart..he is gr8 in networking nd works well with the web..he has a special affection for gadgets and technos...loves hardware...never talks to ppl much but despite always available to help them..his passion lies in photography nd photoshopping but still owns an aviator dedicated to his 2nd love (jtk)..

ppl think he was weird but he nvr look so in his 8 pack cargo meant for storing his beloved gadgets..he look weird becoz of his untidy,uncombed hairs..max never liked sports (being a looser was not the only reason) but he was lathargic commited once by Madne teacher..he got joules more than us but still he is an example of a computer addict..besides this he can make yu laugh grounding or dig yu half grounded if u blows him up..

he cares for animals..yes he does..he never wanted to harm them else he loves them..

his fav animals were: rats(rodents),jtk,nd jas****(homo sapiens)

his love for rat was acclaimed when i for the first time saw a kid of my age (nearly 7 at that time) sheltering a rat in his palms and fear busting all the kids present there wid me..the only thing i remember was the rat controlled by max..that was an hillarious act for which that innocent kid got slaps and scoldings..thats why the later owns a pussy cat named meow..

his love for normal humans :

apart frm the technologies,gadgets nd chromes on his love list.. he had a mesmerising crush (u can say crash) on roll no 9 jitiksha(i dnt use capitals for such gals) of X 'A'...

she was the day nd night of my frnd..dear max thaught of her more than anything but less than Genelia d'souza...jitiksha a.k.a. jtk also luved my frnd but nvr explained nd confronted her luv..she nvr explained that sh*t.. not even at the time when max buzz her cell fone nd her mom got it undersigned..poor max..

he still have an obsesity for his confirmations nd condulgences to those past predicaments..

so as a token of dedication he got the same black colored aviator like her..

the above space wud hav been more descriptive,but on account of privacy nd my poor vocabulary i stopped here...

Thats all

luv u MAX..

RESONANCE_a nerve competing hell..

a little scared,a little excited

it was 21st june (off course 2009)

a bright sunny morning....(i wished some rain that morning)

i was walking wid mohak through the gallery of one of the greeny and greatest coaching institute for iit-jee...it was RESONANCE nagpur (where u 'll b in resonance wid iit-jee)

me wid a black linkin park tee went to its mantle and found a a file reflecting my name....oops it was the attendance sheet which was asking for my epic autograph...further i was handled wid two sheets each of maths and physics....(Sheets are the gothic written nightmares which are to be conquered if you r willing to be an iit ian)

later i stepped towards my class escorted by mohak....i walked a little inside of the room nd founded a vaccant seat.....it was the first bench of the third row.....(i guess the first bench is suggested by every elder)during my journey to the "discovered " seat i had to hurdle a wooden stage meant for highlighting professors....well well well i sat on my "discovered" seat....

during my rest i saw some boys mocking or commenting on my tee among themselves....i spared them...

about 9 minutes i saw a young lad alone in this zone marching towards me got a seat just behind me....i called him towards me nd offered a vaccant seat wid me as i was alone nd overbored...

i saw him....nd he saw me....we shook hands exchanged our past data....it concluded that vishal was more studious nd intelligent than me ....after all he scored a 99 in mathematics.....

after few minutes v both saw a young man not of our age came to our class....this young man was Brajesh Kumar Chaudhary a.k.a. BKC in resonance....

he asked everyone to stood up not to wish him but to have an unexpected sankalp.....(ya sankalp...like mai apne antarman se.....................zzz.............zzz.........)

BKC shared some words about social turmoils nd expectations expected wid every resonites\ present there.....I guess everyone was prepared for this tiresome venture..nd bkc was to teach physics for the rest of the year....

he started with mathematical tools and after 91 minutes he ended giving some homework.....

after the not so long interval of 15 minutes.....v met wid an iitian....yes he was mkj.....the man who gonna teach us mathematics nd wud multiply our brain cells...

he started with basics nd ended wid a "kal vida"(a gurantee to meet the next day)

nd my first day at reso ended

nd thus started to solve the problems of my life....

FINAL CONCLUSION :

1. the day was overbored nd not assured

2. resonance pissed all my expectations

3. i made a new friend (vishal)

4. i was not geared up for the next day

5. initials of reso profs sounded funny

6. reso was eco friendly (green in colour)

7. life wasnt going to b sweet.........