one drink you can trust in any situation... joy,grief,disaster,celebration,with ur better half,with ur folks,with your boss,with your colleague,.and most of the times alone....list is endless... COFFEE ...is the answer
what is so special about this thing ... this warm glass of semi brown fluid which you can sip anytime of the day with anyone.....
i ve pondered a lot over it.. and i ve come to a conclusion... having coffee is a cover up... yes a big goofy cover up.... an excellent A star excuse to let people know that you infact are doing something else other than what you are supposed to do...... why people ask eachother out over a coffee date... why coffee is the most important tool in a meeting..why you celebrate in a coffee shop...why these coffee chains are blooming... A COVER UP!!
when you have nothing to say...sip .... when you said something wrong..sip... when you make a harsh decision...sip .... when you vent your anger out...sip .... when you have no emotion...sip...
when you want to sit alone and search for something to soothe you... sip ... when you do some writing..sip ........ does it originate ideas.. is it a viagara for your brain ...
its nothing.... its a big COVER UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
social circus!!
my dream is to fly... over the rainbow so high.... my ears were on the verge of stuffin up inside my brain...such a loud thud of music.. and there were people all around... prancing,dancing and whatever you ll call that act of swaying your hips as wide from your body and your face as freaky as you can imagine... would ve made papa shango proud (for ignorant ones..the wrestler)....
The battle of sexes going on .. each one of them beating the gucci's,the versace's... but i must admit one fashion statement i am unable to digest..in a disco..a place where you dance..you come with a tee...jeans..(fine till now)..but....and leather shoes???... dancing to "please dont stop the music" with huge leather shoes...now thats what i call a contention for a bravery award.. ... i was wishing for some victoria's though...
one thing which my small mortal brain fails to process... feel.. or decipher is that how can you be so drunk with your first sip of a beer.... i saw atleast 4-5 of them... is it fun to let the world know that you are a party pooper...a sloth...or is it something to do with the world knowing that you do go bonkers in a sip...a sip for holy marry's sake...
fagging... interesting topic for me... coz i dont... but what is it that people tend to do it in such a way that even chimneys feel naked!!! its not about the quantity am talking about ...its the style of how they do it...those orgasmic reactions after a shot...its kinda scary to watch..specially the "dooodes" ... somebody please let me know... is it a stimulant for your facial muscles....
am already sick... sipping my quota of carlsberg... dont know why i like it.. but it tastes better than all other ones i ve tried..
there is something bothering me... what makes this place so different from the outside world??... the booze??...the music??..what is it?
the same place where u step on someone and you get away with an "its ok mate"... but as soon as you step outside and do this stepping sin on mankind...you either get a bruised nose or a bruised ego.. what is it that separates these two worlds.. one very much a reality and the other a cover up!!
i quietly sit there on the table allotted to us.. with the empty pint in front of me.. i am not thinking anymore... i join the cover up soon... start moving my hips as far from my body as i can...with the facial expression i would be scared to see myself.... then the circus is over... time to move back... go home..feel good about that you partied tonight...strange feeling... but i over rule it... thinking it to be dizziness from dancing too much.... i look for my bed.... and leep without thinking much... next day i have to join the circus again.... this time my working circus.... the social circus... where you are a joker... the central character in your own circus... making the audience happy ...but who knows whats there behind that white paint on that face..that red nose...that covered up smile.... even the joke is clueless about his grief... but he is busy entertaining others...soothing others... showing others that he is happy... the joker rocks!!! and so does the social circus!!!!
The battle of sexes going on .. each one of them beating the gucci's,the versace's... but i must admit one fashion statement i am unable to digest..in a disco..a place where you dance..you come with a tee...jeans..(fine till now)..but....and leather shoes???... dancing to "please dont stop the music" with huge leather shoes...now thats what i call a contention for a bravery award.. ... i was wishing for some victoria's though...
one thing which my small mortal brain fails to process... feel.. or decipher is that how can you be so drunk with your first sip of a beer.... i saw atleast 4-5 of them... is it fun to let the world know that you are a party pooper...a sloth...or is it something to do with the world knowing that you do go bonkers in a sip...a sip for holy marry's sake...
fagging... interesting topic for me... coz i dont... but what is it that people tend to do it in such a way that even chimneys feel naked!!! its not about the quantity am talking about ...its the style of how they do it...those orgasmic reactions after a shot...its kinda scary to watch..specially the "dooodes" ... somebody please let me know... is it a stimulant for your facial muscles....
am already sick... sipping my quota of carlsberg... dont know why i like it.. but it tastes better than all other ones i ve tried..
there is something bothering me... what makes this place so different from the outside world??... the booze??...the music??..what is it?
the same place where u step on someone and you get away with an "its ok mate"... but as soon as you step outside and do this stepping sin on mankind...you either get a bruised nose or a bruised ego.. what is it that separates these two worlds.. one very much a reality and the other a cover up!!
i quietly sit there on the table allotted to us.. with the empty pint in front of me.. i am not thinking anymore... i join the cover up soon... start moving my hips as far from my body as i can...with the facial expression i would be scared to see myself.... then the circus is over... time to move back... go home..feel good about that you partied tonight...strange feeling... but i over rule it... thinking it to be dizziness from dancing too much.... i look for my bed.... and leep without thinking much... next day i have to join the circus again.... this time my working circus.... the social circus... where you are a joker... the central character in your own circus... making the audience happy ...but who knows whats there behind that white paint on that face..that red nose...that covered up smile.... even the joke is clueless about his grief... but he is busy entertaining others...soothing others... showing others that he is happy... the joker rocks!!! and so does the social circus!!!!
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
this is the end..beautiful friend...this is the end
last night a dream ended abruptly.. many a dreams end abruptly..scientists say around a thousand of them per night... but the abrupt end of a dream which you remember the next morning or maybe the next year...or maybe the rest of your life is rather painful... the dream where you are shown the gate of salvation.. and as you leap for your last step somebody bulldozes over it.. and there you stand with your final step still in air..your mind blank..your face searching for emotions... you feel you ve been raped...
the dream started at 12:10 am... stamford was the avenue... around 40,000 prayers...and 22 men.. who dreamt...
2:05 am , it ended .... abruptly....
it recalled the horrors of the last dream... 2008 finals... how much more can they take... year after year... and still being labelled as a negative side... the hated one... how much you gonna punish the 11 men who have the courage to dream again the next year...
i am sad, helpless and broken.... but no matter what they are being called, no matter how many dreams end abruptly for them,no matter how hard reality smashes them.. they ll dream again... maybe that too will end abruptly ...but they ll dream again... for sure...
the dream started at 12:10 am... stamford was the avenue... around 40,000 prayers...and 22 men.. who dreamt...
2:05 am , it ended .... abruptly....
it recalled the horrors of the last dream... 2008 finals... how much more can they take... year after year... and still being labelled as a negative side... the hated one... how much you gonna punish the 11 men who have the courage to dream again the next year...
i am sad, helpless and broken.... but no matter what they are being called, no matter how many dreams end abruptly for them,no matter how hard reality smashes them.. they ll dream again... maybe that too will end abruptly ...but they ll dream again... for sure...
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