Steven Wilson's Biography.

"One of the most eclectic and prolific artists in rock music, Steven Wilson has been writing, recording, and producing music continuously since the age of 10. A native of Hemel Hempstead in England, Wilson was first exposed to music at the age of eight, when he started hearing his father listening to Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon, and his mother to Donna Summer’s Love to Love You Baby, two albums that were pivotal in the development of his musical direction. His father, an electrical engineer, built him a multi-track tape machine, and he began to experiment with overdubbing and developing a repertoire of production techniques.

Early demo tapes started to emerge in the mid 80’s while Steven was still at school, and at the end of the decade he created the two projects which gained him entry to the professional music world: Porcupine Tree and No Man. Porcupine Tree, which explored psychedelia, progressive music, and his love of ambitious seventies music, was initially an imaginary 'band' which, in reality, Steven overdubbed all the instruments himself. This even extended to early demo tapes coming with a fictional written history of the band, and biographical info about the fictitious performers.

Around the same time, Steven formed No-Man, his long-term collaboration with singer Tim Bowness. Influenced by everything from ambient music to hip-hop, their early singles and albums were a mixture of dance beats and lush orchestrations. Signing to One Little Indian in the UK, and Epic in the US in 1990, they received tremendous accolades from the music press, with Singles Of The Week in Melody Maker, Sounds and Hot Press

Meanwhile, things progressed with Porcupine Tree, whose increasing popularity was fast outpacing the imaginary pretext of an actual group. The second full-length album, Up the Downstair was released in 1993 and was praised by Melody Maker as "a psychedelic masterpiece... one of the albums of the year". This was the first album to include keyboardist Richard Barbieri and bassist Colin Edwin. Towards the end of the year, Porcupine Tree became a real band for the first time with the inclusion of Chris Maitland on drums, and began to tour. Further albums throughout the late nineties, and extensive touring resulted in a string of indie chart placings and critical acclaim, many fans hailing them as the Pink Floyd of the nineties.

In 2001 Porcupine Tree was signed to US label Lava Records, under the auspices of Atlantic Records. Now with the support of a major label, and featuring new drummer Gavin Harrison, In Absentia saw the light of day in 2002, featuring a heavier sound than all the group's previous works. It charted in many European countries and remains one of the top-selling Porcupine Tree albums. It was also their first album to be released in 5.1 Surround Sound, and won the 'Best Made-For-Surround Title' award for the Surround Music Awards 2004. Its 2005 follow-up, Deadwing was inspired by a film script written by Steven and film-maker Mike Bennion, and became the first Porcupine Tree album to chart the Billboard 200, entering at #132. The album won 'Album of the Year' at the Classic Rock magazine awards, and its surround version received the 'Best Made-For-Surround Title' once again. In 2006, Porcupine Tree released their first live DVD, titled Arriving Somewhere. The following year the band released Fear of a Blank Planet, its most successful selling album to date, receiving the most favorable reviews of the band's career. It entered the Billboard 200 at #59, and charted in almost all European countries, peaking at #31 in the UK. It was nominated for a US Grammy, and won several polls as the best album of the year. 2007 ended with the band playing their first arena shows, and their status as arguably the biggest “underground” band in the world was cemented.

Steven has become known for the high standard of his production and is a sought-after mixer and producer. Artists he has worked with in this capacity include the Norwegian artist Anja Garbarek, Yoko Ono, and Swedish progressive-metal band Opeth for whom he produced three albums. More recently Wilson has become known for his 5.1 Surround Sound mixes - the 2007 Porcupine Tree album Fear of a Blank Planet was nominated for a Grammy in the 'Best Mix For Surround Sound' category. The album was also voted #3 album of the year by Sound And Vision, which recently named Fear of a Blank Planet the second best 5.1 recording of all time. Steven is now working on several other surround sound projects, including remixing the King Crimson back catalogue. Other projects include Blackfield, a collaboration with Israeli megastar Aviv Geffen which has now produced two acclaimed albums, and Steven’s drone / ambient / experimental outlet Bass Communion.

In 2003 Wilson quietly started to release music under his own name for the first time, in the form of a series of two track CD singles on his own label Headphone Dust, each one featuring a cover version and an original SW song. The choice and treatment of the cover versions was unpredictable, with the first five featuring songs by Alanis Morissette, Abba, The Cure, Momus, and Prince. Stylistically these cover versions allowed Wilson to expand his musical pallete into everything from electronica, noise music, and stripped down acoustic balladry. This led to his decision to record his first solo album of original music.

Between January and August of 2008, Steven began recording material that would comprise Insurgentes. Comprising 10 new tracks that range from ballads and anthems to all-out industrial noise assaults, the dark, cinematic, and richly textured disc represents two years’ worth of creative output and numerous recording sessions worldwide in studios from Mexico City to Japan to Israel. The whole process was visually documented by film-maker Lasse Hoile, and the work in progress Insurgentes film features footage of the recording sessions, surreal sequences, and interviews with Wilson and many other musicians about what it means to be a musician in the age of iPods and download culture.

The initial version of the album was released as a mail order only 11 x 11 inch hardbound 120-page book, in a limited edition of 4000 copies, with 2 CDs of music and a DVD with a 5.1 mix and an 18 minute extract from the film. These sold out within the first week of release."

She finds herself inside the matchbox.

MUDrug

I am going to talk about the new MUDrug. The name might sound a bit odd and new.. ha thats only because I came up with the name MUDrug. MUdrug - the new drug that I have recently discovered and Dear oh dear! I am so addicted to it. No need to brainstorm or scratch your hair off, i am talking about the MUSIC DRUG - MUsic Drug.

I am a computer engineering student, which implies that I have to sit down on my seat for hours together and keep my eyes stuck on the screen continuously... and all this happens at SUPER SILENT RESEARCH LABORATORIES. I can bare with all... but not SILENCE and specially the silence filled with keys pressed here and there. KILLING!! talking of PROS and CONS of the MUDrug, ha ha ha lets talk only of pros rather lets LISTEN to Pros and bang our heads in agreement.c00l.

The PROS of MUDrug:

1. stress it off
2. some activity when you move your booty on the chair
3. active listening (psst.... whatcha listening to?)
4. updated Music knowledge
5. you dont miss out on the humor in you while you keep yourself plugged into a radio station.
6. you never forget the art of headbanging
7. you never miss out on the lyrics of that song which seems to be stuck on the playlist like forever.
8. HIP HOP is my first love and baby, i get my daily dose starting right from the time i look at the sun and then to my mp3 player.
9. Music has got all the PROS in the world.. talk of social connectivity, MUSIC binds the world together aww.. MJ-Heal The World! some thing ringing??

The CONS of MUDrug:

1. you might want to believe in those super pseudo scientists who keep claiming new claims all the time.
2. cons of MUDrug exist only for those who are unaware of the greatest immortal discovery by the mortals - MUSIC
3. i really dont know any CONS of MUDrug unless you consider this DRUG as a DRUG!
ha ha ha
just move on the floor oops! the chair.. and keep moving your head, your booty and everything that is possible for you to move...
MUDrug has got all that makes life worth living... hey i got more PROS to this drug.. i continue the list

people, just think of how many times have you switched to listening to the radio or sad songs when you fell in love or when you broke off?
think of how many times you switched on the bass high to dance your blues away
think of how many people you got to know on the dance floor, music was omniscient there
think of all the times when you heard a friendly number and called up your friends to catch up on things..
think of how many tracks you relate to for a the numerous happenings in your ever eventful life.

think of all this... and then think of MUDrug..

Dude! I made some point here.

Talk About the Preamble to the Indian Constitution

Here are some amendments in the Preamble which must be undertaken as soon as possible. At least before India gets drowned in poverty, super secularism and what not. Again I request you all to think… to ponder over it.

WE, THE PEOPLE OF INDIA, having solemnly resolved to constitute India into a

SOVEREIGN - governed by corrupt Netas who pay to rule. Personal Suggestion – India can be a better Monarchy than any in history. (Surrender all powers to one capable man with a humongous gray matter.)

SOCIALIST – too much of socializing has not done any good to India so far. Under social equality all are equal before law and has equal status and opportunities. If Indians are to witness fights like those between Gujjars and Meenas or the north Indians and the Maharashtrans. Well, this one should better be removed for the good.

SECULAR - It implies equality of all religions and religious tolerance. Sounds nice. All respect. Please take care of hypocrisy at all levels before enforcing this. I am sure it will sound better.

DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC – We, Indians, here are ready to certify that we do not respect or understand the meaning of this strange term democratic republic. Thus, we have posted advertisements like IDEA- kya idea hain sir jee! - to promote the understanding of this term. Also, we are happy to declare that the Tata Tea advertisement which propagates the need to vote, is being well received. Although, we are not hoping much result because of GOVERNMENT interventions, however, we still hope that the youth will wake up to it.

and to secure to all its citizens:
JUSTICE, social, economic and political – Haven’t heard much of economic justice and political justice looks like an oxymoron. Social Justice, is pretty amusing a thought, for it has been generations that Mr. Sharma and now his family are taking rounds of the court for a case where they are innocent. Did someone hear – JUSTICE FAILS!
LIBERTY of thought, expression, belief, faith and worship – Need not say much about this. We, Indians have explored this avenue of the Preamble pretty much to our advantage.
LIBERTY, sounds like an etched term now, for most of us are now misusing it.
HAIL EQUALITY. No one has been treated equally since this was written. Want an example – Answer this- Why is Mayawati all hailing for Dalits?

and to promote among them all
FRATERNITY assuring the dignity of the individual and the unity and integrity of the Nation – we shall consider this one, after we are through with the previous ones. Until now, individual dignity seems too far fetched for a thought. India would not have been considered CONSERVATIVE (which is again hypocrisy) if it would have followed this part. About, Unity, when this was written, India was united. Today, Unity among members of the same family seems like a dream, thought of national unity should be kept aside.
IN OUR CONSTITUENT ASSEMBLY this twenty-sixth day of November, 1949, do HEREBY
ADOPT, ENACT AND GIVE TO OURSELVES THIS CONSTITUTION… that has since then never been followed.
THINK ABOUT IT!

My computer needs more power. Feed it chips. Lots of chips. With ketchup. Not mayonnaise.

9:56 A.M.

*cell vibrates*

Last Night I was over the phone till dawn.yes.I know.The birds were chirping.Galling enough.

"You are still sleeping?"Her voice titillated me.Deep Inside.
"Nope."
"Whats the plan?No college I guess."
"I dont know."
"You can write blogs.It will be worthwhile."



1:30 P.M.

*encephalon starts rassling for topics*

I stopped writing.Three blogs.All were about her.Pathetic.




Oh yes.
You have to wait for my next blog.2 months maybe.

I can cook.

I am eternally lazy. Everybody around me knows that, so it wasn’t a surprise for them when I said these words today.

"What?I dont have any ambition.So?"

I would really like that. Do nothing. Marry rich. And enjoy.

Why go through the rigours of having an ambition, running after it and may be not even getting to it. Sit back and relax. You have just one life, and you wouldn’t want to go to your grave panting and out the breath.

P.S. – I am accepting applications from single rich women/girls.

Age no bar. Caste no bar. Preferably good looking. But that’s is not binding.

And yes, I can cook.

Dozing Off.

Sub-conscious State--

I saw her standing by the Metro door. Pretty lean, but the butt was one tempting asset. My eyes were caught. She was wearing an orange ankle length skirt. The view, oh!

the view. Thanks to Almighty, she was not wearing an under skirt and the orange one was decently translucent.The light passed through the skirt, between her legs and I

noticed the beautiful curve. Was she hot enough? certainly. She looked at me and caught me staring at her gloriously shaped assets, I smiled and the chat began.

One confession here - I was watching her lips more than listening to her words, I was thinking of her in her natural self than to understand her need for guidance in the

course. The mention of Course tripped me off to another land, where I and her were taking a different 'Course'.


The thought process was fast and need I add, it was voraciously furious. She smiled after she was content with the answers i gave her. The smile was nice.

Conscious State--

"What you wearing?" I desperately wanted to flip-over the irksome topic.

"T-shirt"

"okay.So ..umm..anything else?"

"Are you horny?" she was a witch.goddammit.Was it not a feeble interruption?Grrr..OFCOURSE-I-AM.......HORNY.

4:23 A.M.

We were not sounding tired,bored,seduced,squiffed,glamorized,narcotized.Then what?What was dragging us?What was daunting us?



Sub-conscious State--

The station had arrived and she turned away from me and stood facing the door. I took the opportunity to further my imagination. Suddenly, rather impulsively, or maybe,

the deviant inside, woke me up... i got off the train with her. "Oh, you also had to get down here!" Thankfully, she exclaimed and did not question. "Yeah! have to

meet a friend, hey! why don't you give me a missed call. I will catch up with you sometime." Buzz! the missed call was there and with it was her number, clear on my

phone. The idea of late long night talks struck me. But, I shrugged off that idea.


Conscious State--

"Say" she uttered.

"What to say?"I started blushing .On a whim.

"Anything you like"

"mm-hmm"

3:30 A.M.

And we were still there , consuming the need ,the satisfaction.Over the phone.




Sub-conscious State--

We were out of the station and about to leave each other's company. I again noticed the assets in broad day light. We both smiled at each other, shook hands, said the

regular - "Nice to meet you!" and left off.


Conscious State--

"I am not feeling good"

"Why?"

"You know.Everything is so dull,dismal and my past relationship is still stalking me.I still love him"

"Okay.But you dont have to think about it now.Let it be where it is.Everything will be fine"

"I hope so"

2:43 A.M.

We both were exchanging those precious gifts that we got from our loved ones.DUMPING.




Love me or Hate me.I am still an obsession

If you Love me then THANKYOU.If you hate me then I should throw some ---"HA HA HA"s


I reckon YOU hate me.So let me laugh.Atleast it will increase MY FACE VALUE.

What kind of music do you like?

I never gave me a chance to become a music person. Unfortunately I cannot stand in the corner of the room and discuss Korn or Lamb of God or Alter Bridge for hours with a

deadpan expression on my face. And let me tell you, being brought up in a school where even nursery rhymes and lullabies are Floyd songs and kids are brought up on Death and Metallica, the latter in more prodigious quantities, this is shameful to enough to smear ones’ face with soot.

The reason – I fall in love with the songs.

The same song plays on a never ending loop on my computer. Now when that happens you end listening to one song for a month. And then move on to some other song by

some artiste.

I never knew a person who does that and knows every single chord of about the hundred thousand songs of Chevelle.

So cancel the loop out! Or like pretend to go for a leak every time somebody says, ‘What kind of music do you like?’

For me, the answer is, ‘Hit music.’


P.S.--Did I mention that I love OPETH?Hit Music.

P.P.S--I never say that though.Opeth,I mean.Cause I dont know their momma's ex-hubby's name.YES.Nowadays you are often asked this sort of question.Pretty heavy.

The BETTER (Yes,emphasis) things in LIFE

A sudden burst of ambition. A sudden notion of being the best. A sudden thought of ruling the world.

And then…

I see my wallpaper. Everything means meaningless. If I waste my time chasing them, who is going to enjoy them? My kids? Unfortunately, I don’t like kids.

Here is my wallpaper. Breathe.


If YOU wanna SHAG gaping at my wallpaper.DO ENLARGE IT.

Oh.Its going FAST

Sitting at home for one month confined to a bed isnt the best thing that can happen to anyone. But the very thought of going to college this Monday is giving me the heebie-jeebies. The fact that my brain has the worst orientation, and that I have no clue of what would be expected to do is making things worse.



I can already see myself grappling with the bed-sheet and looking at the clock every five minutes.

Let me grab my Pepsi and watch episodes of Bones and hope old politicians realise they are going to die in a few years and it is of no use stacking up wads of cash, hope Amar Singh gets a healthy political party and hope Arsenal tops the BPL chart.



Dreadful.

THE COLLEGE CROWD

Categorizing THE-COLLEGE-CROWD -->

The Hunnie Bees: Gang of girls all true to their fashion gurus, top to bottom all pink or all purple. These are easy to spot.Wherever the nectar there shall these bees be. Guys hover around them like bhawras, looking for a suitable bee amongst the other bees. Happy Valentines Day shall be(e) happy for these bees! Oh yes,baYbeh. xD

The Sing Ming’s: The gang of guys who flaunt the taglines I-am-single-waiting-to-mingle-please-let-me-be-your-twinkle. They are well groomed and are easy spotted drooling over girls all over the campus.

The Stallion: All things good are either taken or married or you know what. These are one of them. Girls are after them and they are already well equipped. They are the ones who always keep saying “main hoon na!” with an uncompromising smile.

The Tube lights: These are the ones who are hardly able to make out a joke, and once they do, (that is if they still try even harder) laugh at it practically blowing it out of proportion. (And past… it is usually on them.) So, these freshers are tube lights, which light up quite slowly.


The Rat Squad: They splatter all over the campus, acting smart and intello. However, once the cats (seniors) are around, they reach out for holes to bury themselves in. These are the cowards who are incapable of facing seniors, leave alone the ritualistic ragging.huhuhuhuhuhu.

The Pick Me’s: They are the ones who will always be ready to come forward to do anything to get into the In-Group. They always try to pounce at any opportunity shouting “pick me”. They definitely do go first, however, they often remain on the outskirts of the In-Group.

Then there are bollywood freaks, who are always copying. They are easy to make out with their unconventional walks like John Abraham, Shah Rukh Khan and unmistakably, Salman Khan. These will be seen wearing oversized and undersized shirts, flaunting their overbuilt or under built muscles. Strange hairstyles with horrifying colors are their trade mark and how can anyone forget the sunglasses.Yes,some of them are also WANNABE-ROCKSTAR,who try to utter as-if they are son-of-(bi**h)-jim morrison or something like that whilst they also starve for Britney's pu**y-juice.Oh.

Without leaving out on the women folk, the underweight beauties walking around with attitude of a dinosaur and figure of a rat, wishing themselves to be next heroine opposite Ashton Kutcher. These killing chicks are spotted with skinny jeans on skinny legs, fitted tops, reminding you of the number of bones in your body.

These species are everywhere to be found but they never turn your head. Ones we love to call, THE COLLEGE CROWD.

Being single and its ADVANTAGES.

My points-->

* You can check out any girl you want to! Stash your sunglasses.
* You can do that without being called a pervert.
* You can watch as much television as you want to.
* You can keep your cellphone anywhere and forget about it.
* You don’t have to stand outside a trial room holding tops she is never gonna wear.
* Never gonna wear and for which you will pay.
* You can stay up late and not be on the phone.
* You don’t have to nod your head when a hot skinny girl passes by and she starts slamming her for being too thin.



What others have to say-->


Chhavi:

1.You no longer have to respect his parents who think you are jerk or they judge you by your appearance.
2.You no longer have to tell anyone whom you talking to and why you kept his call on wait for long.
3.You no longer have to lie that he is the best looking.

Ankita.

1.u can get stoned wid random ppl n never scratch ur head fr forced clarifications
2.u can proly shell out ur money[saved frm not talkin over d phn] on peircin n tattoos....wohooo
3.n at tyms u can fancy havin secret blips after bein kissed by some cute lookin stranger at a booze party [not at all hintin profanity]


Dipasha

1.you can have secret fantasies about the random guy walking on the street without being guilty
2.you can flirt with other guys and exchange cell nos without temper tantrums
3.you don't have to mollycoddle anyone


Rahul

--You can hit on anyone
--No sorrows and shit
--And most importantly, you’re answerable to none but one, that’s you!!


Rashi

1.You no longer need to have dt conversation- WHERE IS THIS RELATIONSHIP GOING….???… to hell, indeed….
2.You no longer have to buy expensive gifts any more, other dan fr urself of course…:P…My money is MY MONEY…
3.You no longer have to go around deleting naughty chats, emails, sms’s at al…( from others)


Sayantan

1] being single.. you will get your space... no need to open an account in myspace and scream before your friends that you have got "myspace"
2]you don't have to like her favourite hindi movie hero... like dimple kumar or karthik roshan... you also don't have to see stupid hollywood and bollywood movies

3] you don't have to say Robert Pattison is hot..

Swati

1.u dont have to tel lies 2 impress (faktu ka!)
2.u dont have 2 give ny excuse 4 nythng.
3.u are free with your ownself.

Gaurav

1.you dont have to be careful about the words you say when you are with her.
2.You dont have to supress your desires when you are not into a relationship
3.you dont need to be an ass by carrying the burden of all sorts of emotional statemnt and situations in your mind which really do bothers one alot.

Platonic Relationships. A conversation.

Girl : My relationship is platonic. My boyfriend a saint.

I thought that term was an oxymoron. And your boyfriend a moron.

Girl : When do you think a couple should kiss?

Before they become one.

Girl : You seem to be a pervert.

Your boyfriend doesn’t seem to like you.

Girl : He does. It is just that we don’t like to do it until we are ready.

Ready? What’s that.

Girl : I mean when we will kiss when we feel like doing so .

Feel like? You don’t feel like?

Girl : No.

Have you hit puberty?

Girl : Yes.

Do you feel attracted to him?

Girl : Yes, I love him.

No, I mean, do you feel attracted to him?

Girl : Ummmm….

I think you have got yourself a brother.

Girl : Don’t say that.

What’s the difference?

Love OR reality?

I have always been skeptical about the concept of love. Isn’t it strange that the one who is just just just and once more, just made for you, goes to the same college, or is in the same tuition class or is somebody at your workplace?

Strange coincidence, don’t you think?

And just in case you are the TYPE who think god puts them there, I would say if it is rather true, God is a very smart guy.

Just in case, the first true love fails, he gives them another shot at love by putting another guy or girl in his or her path.

And behold!

They fall in love all over again!

That brings up just one question….

If the guy sitting up there is really that smart why doesn’t he make the second true love be the first?


Doesn’t seem like. It is someone around you.

And the person you loved before.

Oops, same answer.

P.S.- There are millions who might be your one, or with whom you fall in love with but I guess it is first come first serve.

Take my advice and choose the hottest one.

What is the first question?

What is the first question you ask when you see a nice, smart girl across the room in a party full of dull people (added to assuage the guilt).

Is she single?

The next.

Am I single?

The next.

Does it matter?

Turning off.

Finally the scene changed and we were out of the restaurant.
I lit myself another cigarette.
"Aint you feeling cold?" I chuckled and exhale a thick smoke.
"Umm...yeah.Its obvious.Have you seen the time?"
"10:23..gosh,we are too late"
"Late?are you nuts?Havent you convinced your parents about the night-out?" She frowned and put her arms on her waist.
She was looking fabulous in black spaghetti teamed with a white-heel-up converse.May be she is pretending to be an ultra-modern-hyper-chic but her way of expressing is ineluctable.
"No.I should call 'em and tell that i am in scoth's place."
"Fuck! Dont utter non-sense.You dont have to call any-one.Better switch it off"
"Hey,I cant do that.I will be questioned thousand times tomorrow morning by 'em ,not you."
"So what?on that time tell ki you were with scoth doing some of your so-called-important-things.It will be better.Isnt it?"
"No.I cant.sorry"
I called and put my things in order.
"get a cab." she said while tying the her shoe laces.
"taxi" I barked.
"This cabbie looks ..."
"Get in"
We reached Neha's place and flung my-tired-self in her bed.
"Honey,gimme the bag." She uttered in some titillating voice.
"I suggest you shouldn't smoke here.I dont want foggy-clouds down here."
"Gimme the bag.I wont smoke."
She took some pills and put those on the table.
"Whats that for?" I snapped
"Nothing"
"Sleeping tablets?" I said in disgust.
"No.Something to do without telling you"
"Come again.I didnt get you "
"You will never.What about my birthday gift.Can i guess?"She grinned.
"What?Now?Are you in senses?I think we should go to sleep.Turn-off the lights."
"No.Dont be apathetic.Kiss buddy" She added in a glimpse.
Her tongue tasted as if it was drowned inside a pool of beer for several months and I had to pull it back. I am sorry.I couldnt show that much mercy.
"You tasted different today."
"And here, you taste like crap every-other-day" I winked.
"Dont give me that.My exs crave for my peck and see i am kissing you goddammit.I am kissing you with tongue and lips and....."
"May be they also hated when you kissed, thats why they preferred a peck" I winked again.
"Will you stop?or will I make you?"
"How?" I said lifting my t-shirt up.
"God you look pathetic bare-chest nowadays.Dieting under process?"
"Cut the crap.you tell me how." i dont like non-substantial-interruption.
"what the hell is wrong with you?you need explanations of all the things I tell you or we get involved.Its not mutual now."
"eh??"
"Come on baby.Its 2 weeks since now and we are falling apart like hell.Shouldnt we stop this by any kinda ....."
"I never did anything wrong.its the goddamn circumstances and your friends who want something I dont like.now I have a point.Gotchha?[I dont like this word,but I used it,dunno why]" I added in a sublime-tone.
I am not in love with her.I never did.Somehow we became cozy and it was going well, but I cant drag this for days.I need to stop by not hurting her.
"Fine.so what do you want?Are we breaking-up?I love you baby and I know you also do."
"Who told you ,we are breaking-up?I love you." I lied in some kinda spontaneous response.
"I love you too." She added.

without your parents though.

"Hey,.whats up?Will you be submitting the registration form today?"
"Yes." I said while reading a flyer.
"Oh,another CAT coaching centre in town,huh.you wanna....."
"No.not interested.My dad's business is a better place to lay my lazy ass." I barked.
"Why?"
"Dunno"
"Have you seen riddhiban?"
"Yup.He was asking me about the result."
"I got 234 GT.My parents will be meeting with SIR for this" he yelled.
"for what reason,crony?"I questioned stupidly.
"I dont know.but I could never get them to believe that in engineering its hard to get good marks.Its too laborious.By the way how much?"
"125.I wonder if I would have been in your position,without your parents though."
"What?125?But ...."
"Forget about it dude.I am screwed.I have a work to attend to.Talk to you later."
I walked passed him without trying to get a reaction.I was in a sodding mess.I got somewhat lowest marks in the whole department.Never expected.
I entered the netlab and found myself in a corner.
I checked my scrapbook where i found no recent scraps.I rejected 5 friend requests.Nowadays it increased.may be because of my "about me" section.I hate this place, though I like to visit it a day.Infact I like to visit Sheetal's profile more than mine.She also do the same after she dumped me.I do love her.I am not faking.
"Trying to sleep sweety?"
"yes.i am tired today.gotta sleep early.infact i am in bed.you in bed, right?" i texted.
"yeah.then we are in same platform.you in bed.." Harshita responded through her non-ending-100-text-a-day affectionate words.
"oh sure,so whats up?"
"did you see its raining?"
"yeah.perfect weather to make some romance."
"do you want some one to love you?"she continued through text.
"umm..yeah ..dunno much about it."
I always fall for her sweetness.
I love her too much.She never deserved that from me.I walked out from the netlab and met KB.
He is typically metro-sexual with a mischievous smile on his face.
"Give the form" He yapped .
"Sir,its a nice tie that you are sporting"
"What is this?125?circuit theory zero?"
"sir. I got something to tell you."I grinned.
"shut up.why have you got so less?you can do well if you want."
A small cloud burst out from my head.I wonder if I hadnt made compliment about his tie what would have been my case.
"you can go now"
I noticed that unstoppable giggle and came out.Atleast I got something.No guardian call.I got another thing to lie in front of my parents.I hate lying.

Beef-steak tastes better if you are toiling on it.

"Fuck,open the door.Anybody inside?"
"I dont know what she is doing?"Meghna barked.

The door opened in a bang.There is only one ladies wash-room in that shitty pub.

"I told ya.Nobody is there"
"Oh thanks."she winked.

After five minutes of listening weird sounds of water falling she came out.

"ah.Give me a fag."
"So.I think we should have another round of vodka shots."
"you're gonna be crazy.My mom will kill me if she gets any sense of my slopped activity"
"your mom will do nothing"I retorted.

I dont know why she was recounting me thousand times about her mom.I was obviously not going to leave her alone in the middle of the street.Nowadays people stare at you, if you have some gorgeous chic beside.She was gorgeous and sexy,both.So no question of departing,until and unless she asks or rather she pushes me off.
We gulped those two pegs of vodka appearing that like- "on the rocks".Show-off is obviously mandatory.

"We have to finish this goddammit."
"Yeah.I havent done anything more laborious than this."Her soporific voice hallucinated me to the peak.

Beef-steak tastes better if you are toiling on it.

"SEX?"
"I dont have to do anything.He does it all"

Who on earth asked her about "him"?Commitment and their fairy tales are so cheesy.And yes,I-have-lost-my-virginity is another self-boosting-pride.

"I love you,I love you,I love you"Some retards were giggling among themselves beside us.More disgustingly that group had a girl whose bunny-teeth was looking more horrible than our waiter's yellow-plastered one.Yes,I had a non-interrupted-ten-days of nightmare after that.
"Are they gay?"
"You are asking me?"
"Man,this guy with wannabe-emo-hairstyle and his motility is ensuring that only."She started laughing loudly.She almost had me there if she would have pointed out her finger showing them.
"Maybe.I am not here to comment on lame-asses.Please stop it."
"Then whats the use of getting high,huh?FUCK YOU"That is hell embarrassing in front of others.I-am-a-stud-with-a-single-girl-in-the-whole-pub notion can get diverted from people's mind.

After finishing our trifle conversation and getting ourself hell-sloshed we rushed out.She was busy de-halucinating her by biting stacks of chocolates and inhaling bottles of mouth-freshners.I was left busy staring at other girls passing by.No,It was intentional.

"why are you swaggering?You now only said that you are not that high."she vellicated.I almost had fainted sub-normally.
"No.Lets sit somewhere."
"We cant.Atleast for today.Please."

What are you talking about?

We got down from the bus in haste and walked steadily inside the J.D. park.
"Kota?"(how many?)
"Two."I said.
"you will get us in trouble man.lets have one only.two will kill us for sure"
"nothing will happen,schmuck.will just experience the high soon." i remarked and LOLed.
"we will go down."
"god gracious.stop.dont make a fool out of yourself.be a man.DOPE." i argued and challenged.
i dont know what i was trying to prove by telling all those to Sovan.But i was feeling some gross disorder down the line.
"lets sit here." he said and asked me to lit one of the joint by his gesture.
"its heaven.i can feel the high by taking a single puff."i exclaimed by closing my eyes slowly.pretension is obviously under the consideration.

"man its too slender and slick.got a good one.thank you for your hard job."
"you are welcome.beside spick-and-span its heavy with grass.60 bucks one.strong."i explained.
"got another one?take it out."Sovan said as he snuggled in my arms.
we finished both the joints and walked groggily.
"dont shuffle dude.people are looking at us."i snapped and jerked.
"lets sit somewhere.i think today we cant go to college street."
"what?please sovan we have to go.i am not done with a single chapter and exam is just a week away."
"i cant.okay.lemme see.lets sit here."he said abruptly.
"can you see something?"
"yeah.i can see sky below the lake."
"what are you talking?god.you are gone."i added in some of my fine lines of eternal hallucination.
"man.hash is something.everything is rewinding.i cant even remember what i was trying to tell you.see.this thing is also getting rewind.press the play button goddammit,its rewinding."he exclaimed and started laughing.
"dont laugh,you scum.you are incapable of stopping it while you are in your hang-over."i explained and i started ROFLing.
"man stop"
you stop first"
"stop"
"ahhh...i cant"
we burst out in a guffaw and we laughed and laughed until Sovan interrupted.
"shit man.i can feel the sharp pain inside my stomach as if i will be having a labour pain.ahhkkk."
"you are pregnant?who fucked you?Sweta?"
"shut up cock-sucker or else i will make you pregnant here.right now." he cracked a lame joke.
"lets go and have something."
"you are sashaying mofo,walk straight otherwise we will never reach."he became frantic.
"yeah man."
we had some kebab rolls and a coke each but we forgot to take the change.some how we reached college street to buy some books.
"Sovan" a male voice far from us disrupted our hypnotized minds.
"who is that?"
"oh holy-crap.its my coach...............Sir.umm..you..umm..here?"
"yeah.actually i am here for a meeting in presci college.buying books huh?all you wanna do this just before the exams."
"no sir.we are not here to buy books.i am here to meet this guy."he amazed us.
i dont know what the fuck he was talking.
"to meet this guy?you have to come to college street?"
"he stays here"he remarked foolishly"aint you?"he turned his head towards me.
"yes sire." i added confused.
"where do you stay boy?"
"sir..umm..sire.."
"what?"
"sir.actually.i stay....."
"you are not from kolkata?"
"yes sir"
"then?you are in which college?"he questioned repeatedly
"sir st thomas' college.sir. i gotta go."i said in some kinda exasperation.
"okay.bye."
he walked away while we pinched and kicked each other.
"what are you trying to prove jerk-ass?"he snapped and kicked.
"nothing.you lied mofo.you are in your fucking hallucination.you were talking rubbish.utter rubbish.i dont stay here.thats why i had to come out with all non-sense stuff in fronta him.he thought i am an alien.forget it."

DONT SMOKE IN PUBLIC AREAS.

"He is always late." Masud uttered in some kinda exaggerated agitation.
"kothay?"[where?] i texted scoth.
"there he is coming."sarbajit glanced once."he is looking snazzy today."
"lets go inside"scoth said in haste.

---inside the pub---

"holy shit.not a single empty table"
"we have to stand."scoth snapped.

---15 minutes gone---

"hey,see they are on their feet.they are full." i murmured.
"uh haan"
"come.lets sit down"
"khao.bhalo kore khao."[drink.drink alot] one of them mocked us.they were crocked.
we didnt respond.
"sire!"
"chaar kingfisher, tin beef-steak aur ek chicken-roast" scoth ordered.[sarbajit is not acquainted with beef.]
"i dont know why this jerk-ass government put-up this law.DONT SMOKE IN PUBLIC AREAS.its hell bothering" sarbajit yapped.
"chill man.you can fag down there" i said showing the wash-room.
"i am going to smoke now"

--sarbajit leaves--

---beverages and food on our table---

i ushered sarbajit to his sit.
"cheers" scoth smirked.
"To all of us" i grinned.
"yeah" masud added with a nod.

---3 pegs of vodka each---

--after 2 hours--

"man!that girl is goggling at me for so long" sarbajit murmured.
"which one?"
"arrey that one.white T.tai na?[isnt it?]"i added.
"she is hot,dude" sarabajit uttered groggily.
"you find her hot?eh?her breasts are …..well..nonexistent." scoth argued.
"bullshit.stop this pervy conversation.lets get high man.we are getting yawed." i frowned.
"i like this girl man.i wanna talk to her." sarbajit couldnt resist himself.he stood up and started to sashay to that girl's table.

---sarbajit pukes,he gulped his machismo--- xD

"god dammit.shit.shit.shit.crap.shit." masud's relentless profanities were really unpleasant for all of us.
"stop man.come with me."

*pukes pukes pukes*

"what the hell are you doing?my shoes.ahhkk."that girl jumped from her sit.
*pukes*
"I am very sorry"sarbajit bubbled and puked again.

*pukes*
We walked out of that pub quickly leaving that girl shouting at top of her voice.


"Her shoes.khikhihkhikhikhi"

Whats the fucking time?

--Rohit's annoying caller-tune--
--thodi der baad fir dial kijiye--

what the fuck Rohit is trying to come out with?
i got only three days to complete this bull-shit whilst i have to rehearse "freak on a leash".
its one of the toughest song I have ever practiced.
i dont know how come this bastard(Jonathan davis) can snarl with all frenzy rhythmic codes.
"hey you can call me now" rahul texted.
i deleted that drivel.
"YOU CALL ME, CORPSE-FUCKER" i texted.

--my ringtone buzz--

"hey,i am sorry" Rohit giggled.
"for what?"
"it will take more time.i guess 5 days will be okay."
"mo-fucker" i cussed.
"i am sorry yaar.the tune is dropping and i have to change the whammy bar.getting accustomed with the new one.so it will take time." he yelled.
"you do whatever you like.i have to complete all my programs of D.S. and submit it on thursday and i want you to get it ready by friday.5 days could be too late."
"okay.i will try"
"hmmm..by the way what about your own-composition?give me the tune. i have to give someone.she will be writing the lyrics." i said while assembling my books and lab copies.
"who is this she?"


--yawn--


"oh.she is one of my online friend.hey i gotta go.stand in fronta jadavpur 8b sharp at 5:30."
"buh bye"
"good night" i pressed the red button of my cell for few seconds by looking at the time once.----->12:13 A.M.


--adieus tune--

--writing lab copies--

--playing with a tuft of hair and dozing-off--

--in bed--

--lights switched off--

--whats the fucking time?--

--pressed the red button again for few seconds--

--i hate this annoying tune--

--->3:10 A.M.

--SMS tune--

--by Vishali--

"wassup fucker?"---->12:15:51 A.M.



she is a good friend of mine.but i dont like her kohl-lined-eyes,black-band-T,black jeans,stilettos and black-nail-polish.all-black wannabe goth.racist(coz she likes black).poser.loser.whatever.

--log Z's--