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INTRODUCTION Disclaimer: I do not intend to make this book resemble any other book be it catcher in the rye or naked or any other book, i want to write this because i want to write but it will mostly will have no time line no structure it will be just a bunch of incidents which changed me which gave me new perspective on things, people who came into my life who left who stayed and the mark they left on me. People generally begin by talking about their childhood and stuff, but my childhood is all in a bunch of haze, like a walk one takes early in the morning on the side walk, with the fog clearing up with each passing step but only till there, and i intend to do that, keep walkin keep looking and come across pebbles which i kick, stumble upon them fall down get scrapped but like any guy who knows what it takes to make it to the top is just the simle fact to pick yourself up wheever you stumble or get your knee scrapped, its all about getting back on your two feet and walking, though som...
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Queer habits

hmm... everybody has their set of Queer habits, i know i do and thats why am writing it, brilliant aint I??? Anyway i have a list as big as-well there jus aint anything to which you can either compare it to either in the sheer # of them of in their weirdness, I think thats what makes me believe am human when everybody else says am not. Am really not into writing and shit but hey what the hell... am bored... =p Anyway it really amazes me as to how certain people get wired out or just cant explain as to why certain people do certain things, i mean they just do it, i had a guy living in my hostel who used shuffle his feet so often like he was doing salsa or something, and the worst part was he used to try and act as if nothing happened. I mean sure if you are like dash the kid from the movie incredibles you can get away with it, you know too fast to notice kinds, but nooo this guy used to do it in slow motion sequences like in movies where the guy is actually moving really fast but he is ...

Dreams and Reality...

Seems like two opposite poles don they, i mean if you gonna go by the usual talk of practicaility then sure dreams are something which never happens and reality is what is happening, dreams everything seems picture perfect but that doesn happen in reality. But this isn about me ranting about how it sucks that both of them are like 2 parallel lines which seems like they will never meet. This is a post which is detailing how i feel, about the few times in ones life does a person feel so certain about something that its almost blindsizing, man is a creature of doubt and he takes refuge in realism, but am talkin about those moments when you are so damn sure about what you wanna do that the dreams are no longer dreams and reality is no longer anything differnet from a dream cos everything seems so surreal. It may range for different people from the kind of job they wanna do to what they wanna learn or the person they gonna fall in love with. And once they realise that 2 things can happen.....

Women and Secrets....

Funny aint it... I mean women and secrets they are like black and white, ying and yang. Ok for the people who haven been able to the see the funny side of the topic, let me enlighten you. Women cannot keep a secret for their life, they are like a leaky pot (pun intended), I mean sure the women can find solace in the fact that they were hard wired to talk and stuff, but the fact that women tend to talk about secrets in their lives and in more importantly in others life with such gutso is such a piss off. I mean trust me, never scorn a woman who knows shit about you, they will make sure they take hold of the trp ratings when it comes delivering the news to people you have warned her specifically not to tell. Wait hold on second, that is just about a guy pissing off a girl and the implications, i mean sure the secrets came out and they made gettin out of your house and meeting people but you soon realise the futilty and people really do tend to forget shit about others cos there shit k...

My Father...

Everybody who has a father (who has been present thru their formative years), knows his importance in shaping his/her perspective on everything. Well i wouldn know what it is to have a father who tells you what is right or wrong. Well i do have a father but i guess somethings look and sound good better on paper than in reality, more like our cricket team. My first recollections of me and my father were those rides on his lamby scooter which is more or less now a caricature of its past glory days. But those are like the silver linings in the dark clouds which come with the storm and shatters every window in its wake cause of its intensity. Well the storm did arrive, and boy was it violent. Its funny to think how people can be stupid enough to associate certain happenings with certain people, and my dad did jus that, he associated his not gettin into the IIMs back then was because of me, and soon this feeling was replaced by physical beatings. And he put me through such physical excersis...

Lonliness

You know right now the song which is struck in my head is elvis singing " Are You Lonesome Tonight ?" and the answer is what any many with 2 dicks will say when the tailor asks him left or right? and the answer being "YES". Its suprising how many people actually are lonely even when they are surrounded by so many of their freinds and it just kills them knwing that there is no one who can actually understand how they feel, what is further more suprising how these people (ok fine, i ll admit it, people like me) tend to find reasons to wake up every morning and take part in this charade called life. I admit being a guy kinda leaves me with a handicap on articulating my emotions and only in the lonely confines of my room can i shed these tears which are on the brink of falling down but it takes whole new level of tolerance to bear the pain the lump in your throat causes to you, I mean a lump in my ass or any physical pain for that matter is way better than the the pain...

Ego Massage...

Ok, its time for some ego massage now, not that i have much of an ego considering the way i get pushed around by all sorts of people and their schools of thought. And presenting to you the only photo in which i look everything else other than me... and that being somebody sober, pensive and most importantly goodlooking. Ok, you have to agree i donot look like the usual stoned self which i look like normally, not that i am stoned all the time, its just that i look stoned all the time, get the difference? Nevermind if you did not get the difference. This picture was taken when i was trying look like something cant recollect the exact expression i was trying to master, but hey who cares the picture came out real good, though the person who took the picture would like to mentioned here, i am not gonna do that. Why? if you haven realised am trying to massage my non-existential ego (wink...wink) But this how i usually look like when am not smiling.... Stoned out of my senses, i wonder why? i...