- Mango cut and put in the freezer to be eaten later.
- Food had by the world’s greatest cook.
- Lazy afternoons.
- Lazier mornings.
- Food whenever you’re hungry.
- Random fights.
Luxury.
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Blogging is near endangered. Or atleast the people who I see usually write,aren’t. For the people who’ve probably begun now, they’re behind time? Or were we already when we?
How is Windows 7? Anyone?
I’d have left an hour ago if I didn’t have to wait!
All internships suck, don’t they? Bengaluru is good. Very.
Another week for it to become a memory.
A year. And then what?
Should i leave my laptop at work? I’m too lazy to carry it around today.
The indian apparel industry is exploited!
Checks , Stripes, Prints and color blocks. Will I pass?
Argh. College.
At last.
I thought I’d finally begin with twitter. But I’m back here to revive the past. Gah! Work sucks. I don’t look forward to working like this at ALL in the future. The city makes everything else tolerable. What we do here is crap.
Maybe I should put up a review of it here, if I find no where else maybe. I’m bored. I’m at work.
I don’t think I can ever write again.
This is where it ends.
A cigarette butt flicked.
A distant voice.
Fatigue shadowing.
Music blasted. Cheap Bollywood.
A holiday tomorrow.
This is just another fucking day go by.
Tolerance levels appraoching zilch.
Kepr away from the crowd.
I hear the irritation.
Voices muffled in thought.
Complaints exceed.
Nothing paid heed to.
The day ends.
It’s just another new beginning.
Today, we shall.
I WILL write today. Not just because I want to but,
- It’s been a long time since I’ve attempted to write.
- I need an excuse to get away from my work.
- I’m dead sleepy, and I want to sleep.
- I’m bunking college tomorrow, so I do have time to finish the document, which probably means I can be sleeping.
- I’m in a mood to blabber, and hence I’m just typing anything.
My fucking new phone’s so fucked up, it’s not fucking fair. Which means another addition to the list of things, I’ve been needing to finish. And, by the looks of it, it won’t be before a couple of days that I’ll manage to get to the service centre.
I’m in a mood to meet new people. Or atleast talk to someone new. People I don’t know. I don’t even mind beginning random conversations in a market.
So, anyone willing to be random? You know where to go.
I hope this is not another random night, where neither work is done, nor sleep is achieved.
Get down to business!
Write Post
It rains.
A little more everyday.
Nothing ceases to bore.
Yet there is so much to do.
A passing thought of him.
Lingers a moment longer.
They wish.
Hopefully out of sarcasm.
This blog was almost forgotten.
Answers to having nothing to do.
Is it yet time to begin working?
I look for something to do.
It’s just like every other day.
I’m better off here than home.
Though why, is still not known.
A list of books to read.
A mind too lazy to begin.
Sleeping on forever.
Delaying sleep next.
The only way to passing.
Sleep a little more.
My randomness begins.
Is this poetry or verse?
All that I seem to know.
Is that it’s just another day.
Draft
When the unfathomable creeps into the living reality, there is bliss that is attained which more than often is beyond comprehension. The complex tasks of the minute everyday existence don’t seem so anymore. It is perhaps like a song that plays on repeat all day.
It is when you lose the ability to often make complete sense. Or for that matter, give up on writing irrelevant posts. Or give up lying around, uselessly. And give your new found living more than mere meaning. Or boxing it with more than what you can already try and fit in.
It is when time flies. Days fly into weeks. I will end it in weeks, for that’s what it is so far.
Guffaw
Scribble….. Scribble…. Scribble…
Scratch
Scratch
Scribble.. Erase…. Scribble…..
The end.
People. What they make of what was, what is, and what will be.
We come across new people everyday. Some are liked, then again, perhaps, not. People teach. People learn. We consciously try and be the same person with everyone, like we’d discussed once. But each is different in their own way. In a million ways. Not always making it possible, for us to be the same. Topics of discussion also often change with each. That’s where it differs essentially. While the basic personality of us remains.
People. Mood Swings. Conversations. A lot changes with time. When you meet the kind of people that swing the way you do, when often the random conversations are, when you want them to be. And thoughtful, when delved into. Perhaps, the people you discuss things with, that you often don’t with others. Not, intentionally always. It’s the frequency, rather. Sifting like sand, the conversations. Growing as people. As individuals, along the way.
This semester has been __. I’d like to leave it that way. It isn’t over yet. Towards the end of last year, I’d made this list. Out of boredom, provoking quite a bit of meaningful thought though. It’s something my cousin had to do over her psychology course. I review it often. I’ve changed over the last semester.
To rephrase that, I’ve gotten my priorities straight.
Theory classes are useful.
In this revolution of life,
A few seeds are sown,
Some are not, some are grown,
Quite a bit left unknown.
When dreams persist,
Moments are found,
Deterioration might insist,
However ambition, sound.
