These days i find myself in a peculiar situation...i have been faced with this issue before but it has never been so..... hmm.......(for lack of better words)...irritatitingly incessant....i know i am not making any sense so let me just give a brief background of myself......i am 19 years old studying in a college far from home so i live in a hostel.....i dont drink (dont feel any desire and i think i never will).....and i dont smoke(hate it)......why am i telling u this??....because if u meet a guy from my college there is a 80% probability that he does drink and(or) smoke.....dont get me wrong i dont resent any of the people who do....in fact most of my friends do but i just thought the stats wud help cast more light......now for the past 2 years my stay in college has been............. eventful............... but my grades havent exactly been spectacular.....some people actually think its a miracle that i pass .....i wud attribute this to my utter laziness or maybe lack of care??...i am not exactly sure but it dosent matter what i think...coz my mother has been assuming me to be on some deviant path to oblivion...she has always been dropping subtle hints about her doubts and i have not so subtly been encouraging them just for the fun of it........... but i never knew it wud blow up in my face like this..........
Now that the background is out of the way lets get to the issue at hand....a few weeks ago i tripped on the road and broke two of my teeth....if u dont already know abt this your first reaction would have been "how the hell did he manage that??".....now while that is a reasonable question to ask it is one i am tired of....every single person i have met after the accident has asked me this question and hasnt accepted my explanation that i just slipped and fell....i mean CMON!!...it IS possible u know??......half the people have assumed that i have probably been in a fight and dont want to talk about it and the other half have assumed i was inebriated......unfortunately my mother is in the latter group thanks to my own stupidity......in the past ten days i have spent at home (10 days which were supposed to be spent doing nothing at all and just lounging around)......my repeated enunciations of the fact that i just tripped fell have been met by the loaded "hmmmmm" or "ok....." i know this shudnt bother me but it kills me because I DONT DRINK!!......so take my advice....if you ever feel the need to mess with your mothers head by letting her think u drink .....DON'T!!
P.S FOR THE LAST TIME I JUST TRIPPED AND FELL!!!!
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Saturday, June 17, 2006
The Dogs Of War
when i started this blog i had vowed to myself that i would update it regualrly and maintain a creative vent for my somewhat disarrayed thoughts...but as with all planned things it never panned out......so here i am again after a long time mostly because i have nothing else to do at 5 am and am unable to sleep and partly because there is a vestige of the original feeling i had when i started this blog....anyway i had come across this song "Regaining Unconsciousness"by a band called "NoFX"....i have not really heard much of these guys but they had this punk rock anti-government kind of sound which sounded good enough....but the lyrics of this song actually were influenced by this ancient german poem written during nazi time that i had read a long time back....
Regaining Unconsciousness
First they put away the dealers,
keep our kids safe and off the street.
then they put away the prostitutes,
keep married men cloistered at home.
Then they shooed away the bums,
then they beat and bashed the queers,
turned away asylum-seekers,
fed us suspiscions and fears.
We didn't raise our voice,
we didn't make a fuss.
It's funny there was no one left to notice
when they came for us.
Regaining Unconsciousness
First they put away the dealers,
keep our kids safe and off the street.
then they put away the prostitutes,
keep married men cloistered at home.
Then they shooed away the bums,
then they beat and bashed the queers,
turned away asylum-seekers,
fed us suspiscions and fears.
We didn't raise our voice,
we didn't make a fuss.
It's funny there was no one left to notice
when they came for us.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
lost for words.....
what does one write in a blog?....this is one question that has troubled me ever since i had created this blogger account....i had created it at a very frustrated moment and had written a post which i later found to be too self analytic to suit a public forum....since then i have looked at blogs of a plethora of people and have found varied stuff-i have found people who like to describe their day or week and people who write blogs explaining stuff....btw you should check out this blog, its really informative...(http://learningstocks.blogspot.com). it explains the stock markets for ignorants like myself....and there are people who write beautiful poems or put their creative talents to use...and there are the inevitable pseudo intellectuals who write useless stuff and think of themselves as "studs"...i am actually talking about my friend rampage(http://craponearth.blogspot.com) who is always ticked off by the fact that i dont appreciate his blogs..:)).anyway after a lot of contemplation i realised i was overthinking the whole thing and decided to write what comes to me at the moment rather than a prethought essay...until next time..
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