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?