heading.... for this crap ?

random meanness and blandness
combined with chemical soothness
with rigorous frustration and emptyness

is this the way.. or is this not the way...
did it go wrong or did it go right
am i confused or am i over doing

pen the whole thing and you get out
of the empty unknown ignorance
and the frantic incoherent tolerance

and the whole thing is not a big rotten apple
which falls on your head from where
you derive gravity

this is not a poetry
but a result of two bottles of beer
and one large mc dowells whisky

paid from my own pocket
for celebrating a week of meaninglessness

and did i make any life out of this
whole day which went haywire
and this whole un-known un deteered

blah blah blah
zzzzzzzzz....
good night

footsteps

it rained last night
the sound of drops hitting the floor
and the dark night
cold winds and the gate was closed
i sat there near the window pane
and shivering all alone
and all night i waited
i waited for the footsteps to come
i dropped off to my dreamworld
and inside a cold dark dungeon
and i waited till eternity
and the footsteps came at last
and it stayed with me for a while
bringing the colours in a ray of light
and then one moment it faded
it faded away and the light was closed
and you start the wait till the next eternity
waiting...

crossing 25

nothing much....

Woolmer

It is a very sad fact that Woolmer had to be sacrificed for such a petty cause.. may be millions of dollars.. but the fact that it evokes such a pain seeing his cherubic face..
that is it is a murder..
the meek stupid cricket fans of the world should stop watching cricket in millions and let the betting mafia look into other arena.
maybe the police will bring out some of the direct perpetrators of the crime.. but the indirect perpetrators are the madly fanatic fans of india who are glued to their TV's.
Maybe the old charm of the gentleman's game has vanished... Now it is a stupid mania...
whenever there is this indian billions attracted to anything like cricket, like bollywood, then there is this dubai mafia coming after the money..
it makes perfect business sense.. high risk high returns.. but a person like woolmer getting sacrificed.. he should not have stood in the way.. for what glorious reason..

for a game called cricket which has turned a nation into stupid fanatics...
for cricket fans playing to the tunes of sugar water companies...

not worth it sir !!!
anyways....

Pursuit of happiness

A splendid movie. The whole movie is the story of hopelessly impractical miseries striking a young man and his perseverance in surviving them. His wife leaves him in between and his only son who was still innocently loving him stays with him and feeds him with so badly needed trust..

Leaves us thinking about the family value system in place, also admiring at the courage and hard work put in by the hero....

Does this blog looks like a film review ? it sure does.. so stopping here..

FEAR

Fear to explore
Fear to jump
Fear to think
Fear about your own mind
Fear of losing focus
Fear of losing love
Fear of failure
Fear to decide
Fear of non-performance
Fear of making a choice
Fear
...Fear
o...Fear
No...Fear
NO FEAR...

George Bernard Shaw

This is the true joy in life: the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a might one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. I want to be thoroughly used up when I die ... Life is no brief candle for me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for a moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations