Incoherence!

Random thoughts keep crossing the mind until a pattern emerges. Those thoughts do not belong to me. They are a set of crazy conversations; incomprehensive to the core. You must have felt it too reader, the mind brokering between coherence and incoherence, and you wondering, “Could I be heard out of this black depth?”

It’s amazing how the mind keeps playing games with you. How from illuminating it comes to darken, from quick solace it turns to a negative relief? And boy, then from restlessness and dissatisfaction it swerves to a positive misery! In short it keeps killing you!

Your favorite occupations cease to entertain; you can do nothing readily. You feel like reading poetry, but prose seduces you! Boy, what a seduction! You can hardly walk out unmolested!

You perpetually catch yourself in tears, for some cause or none at all. It’s inexpressible how much this “feeling” adds to a sense of shame, and a general feeling of deterioration.

Well, I do not have the vanity to stand by these confessions, and I do not know whether I shall be laughed at or heard seriously, but whatever it is I can hardly find a connection between my thoughts and this poor abstract, so quit worrying I do not understand it neither!

LOST!

Now Playing:: Main zindagi ka saath…………..Rafi

10 Things You didn't Know about me!

Here’s a tag from Abhishek that requires me to list at least ten lesser known facts about me, and here they go:


I’m always and always dressed in black, I seem to have a strange affinity for that color. I know, I know, a lot is said about the psychology of people who wear black, but I don’t care. The only person who could have convinced me to look at other colors is Freud, but he’s dead and gone, so black stays with me forever! And a chance occurrence of other colors in my wardrobe is totally because mom prefers shopping for me at times.


I absolutely hate painting my nails; it gives me a creepy feeling, but I do get fascinated by all those shiny nail colors.


This might come across as a shocker, and you may roll your eyes when I say that, I even dislike carrying a vanity bag, in fact I believe in carrying less, the wallet and cell phone go into the storage space of the Activa. Whoever wants a vanity for that!


The only things I’m possessive about are books and my Activa. I do share books but when it comes to sharing Activa, I can be damn blunt. I hardly let bro or dad drive it. Dad drives as if it’s a bullock cart and bro thinks he’s on Roadies driving a Karizma or something!


I’ve learnt classical music for two and a half years and I do wish to complete that course in near future. In fact that’s the only thing that I’m proud of in my life.


I’m extremely scared of the canine species, so much that I do not visit people who have pets.


I’m quite talkative by nature, but with strangers I’m usually head down and chin buried in my throat. Most people who chat with me know that!


I easily get attracted to tall guys who wear glasses, and if they are dressed in formals, tab toh sone pe suhaga!


It has been almost four years in a row and I haven’t visited a temple. Don’t ask me why, I won’t tell you that.


I have a kink of smelling books before buying them and that is quite embarrassing actually!


Enough to repel people I guess!

Now Playing:: Khuda jaane…………….KK & Shilpa

My FMORT

The clock starts ticking:

• I think knowledge about the length of these organ pipes might be an initiation into the deeper mysteries of music.
• Maybe it would help me understand Burman better.
• And boy, I’m enjoying the final year at college, and to mix with other students is an education in itself!
• Hey, I bagged the best project award this year.
• The future looks so damn bleak! Like I care?
• Of course I do, oh forget it!
• Hmmmm
• Gosh, five minutes feels like eternity!
• Sunday ho ya Monday, roz khao ande!
• Oyye balle balle!
• I really feel like singing, chak de India
• What its already time?? But I’ve jus started “thinking”!
• Bye anyway.

Stop: 05:00

No wonder, I’m pathetic at thinking!

Boy, I swear by a thousand gods that I tried to do this tag since the day I got tagged by Ravi, but as it turned out that putting across five minutes of random thoughts is really a tough job. However, I managed to do it in the physics lab today.

So what is FMORT?

FMORT, my dear readers stands for Five Minutes of Random Thoughts. And all you have to do is to follow these simple steps:

1. Get an alarm/stop watch, pen and paper.
2. Set the alarm to ring five minutes ten seconds later.
3. Take a deep breath.
4. Now, set your mind free.
5. Scribble whatever comes to your mind on the paper for five minutes.
6. After five minutes, tweak the scribbles into meaningful sentences.
7. Post it on your blog.
   The title should be ‘My FMORT’, as the objective is to popularize FMORT, so do not expand it in the title.
   The first line should read ‘I’m tagged by X’, where X should be the name of the blog, from where you were tagged.
   Then ask a fellow blogger to do the same and link to your post.
8. Now sit back and relax. You would be amazed at the speed with which FMORT spreads, that is only when you do it and start tagging others!

And I'm tagging Abhishek, Dave and Priyanka.

Happy Thinking guys!

Now Playing:: Yaad…………Shehzad Roy

I do smoke!

On several occasions when I had tried to give it up, my struggles were overcome by counter influences. Tobacco, for some strange reasons stood in its own light. I remember the last time that I conquered and abandoned it- for a time, my success caused some remorse and a great deal of regret. I’m in love with this smoke, although it chokes me……I know I cannot breathe, it hangs heavy in my lungs…..“Strangle me” I scream and it obliges……salvation! Apart from the mere pleasure of smoking, the narcotic soothes my nerves and controls those perpetual apprehensions that seem to surround my waking life. In spite of all that he keeps inquiring, “Have you cured it, darling?” “It is hard to cure anything of smoking and ‘you’”, my usual reply greets his every enquiry!


Unhealthiness, my dear readers is highly contagious. You cannot be in contact with those who are in a morbid state without yourselves deteriorating. Expect no healthy conclusions from me this month, reader; I can offer you only a sick woman’s dreams!


Now Playing:: Tu hi re………….Bombay

For the Sake of blogging...

I no longer hunt after pleasure;
I let it come to me.
I sing, read or scribble (as now)
Just when the fit seizes me.
I have a quite home-feeling
Of the blessedness of my condition.
I am in no hurry, but
The need to renew my
Acquaintance with this space
Hangs heavy….
But visions do not come
When we try, though
They may come through trying!


That was for you Shruti!

Before, I take your leave readers, I request you to click on this link, which on every reading, makes me abandon Frisson and start a new one under some pseudonym!

Happy Valentine’s Day, but

Love is so unlike the article served up in books: the joy though genuine, is different; the mystery an unexpected mystery!


Now Playing:: Do naina aur ek kahani…………….Masoom