As sure as hell did I try, but then I guess, I ought to have failed anyway. Oh.... its of no moment, or is it. managed to sleep round..11 hours on a week day..I sppose. that should be enough for a day. Oh boy! only thirteen hours left of today to while away.
oops me feeling sleepy..... oh well.. sleep is better than anything else, I guess. Longer I stay asleep, better it is. Why not.........? why not!!!! :))
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Deadman Singing
Ooohlaalaaa
Lol. All that I am, writing, is purely fictional :D. The premise of which is of course, the convoluted, the petty, the fatalistic intellect of mine :D.
Whatever I have written above is rubbish! You know that don't you, but then to believe the cautionary note, its always, up to oneself, like one decides to flout rules, like me going to the deep sea, when all I know is to crawl over water, the feeling of exhilaration obtained, especially when danger is so starkly staring at you, is an experience incomparable. Its the same feeling when you overcome those treacherous climbs when trekking, when the slopes are slippery with rain, when you kinda wish you had brought some kinda footwear which wouldn't feel as if it might slip off the rocks any minute, but then outta sheer curiosity, one might wish to know what would have happened if I had tired in the deep sea, if in those treacherous slopes I had slipped, If? If I could have faced it totally. Only one thing holds back, but that is obviously strong enough, the same, the very same curiosity, the curiosity that still pretends to have the of all the excitement, every bit of it of a five year old in this wide world of ours.
This curiosity, it seems, thats all that keeps me alive, eh? Well even if that might be true, its not as simple as it is. The strength inherent in that "mere curiosity" has all that is required for the survival of an individual. Its this curiosity, that I call my love of/for Life. Yes I am using curiosity in a very loose sense of the word, but then it's my decision how to use a word!
I and me, sometimes, sometimes they feel like two different people. One full of life, energy, excitement, youth, and happiness; and the other, already ancient, sleepy, sober, cynical, perpetually contended, and above all bored off everything/everyone around. But then I guess ironies and paradoxes are just part of ones life, the good part is these coexist, complement, supplements, and of course in some instances at odds.
:)) So was me singing or laughing?? But then my laughter is so much better than me singing.
The world is not fair, I can't bloody well sing even if I want to, but then I guess thats only thing i would want to crib about LOL, I guess.
Whatya wanna Do? Hehehehe
Lol. All that I am, writing, is purely fictional :D. The premise of which is of course, the convoluted, the petty, the fatalistic intellect of mine :D.
Whatever I have written above is rubbish! You know that don't you, but then to believe the cautionary note, its always, up to oneself, like one decides to flout rules, like me going to the deep sea, when all I know is to crawl over water, the feeling of exhilaration obtained, especially when danger is so starkly staring at you, is an experience incomparable. Its the same feeling when you overcome those treacherous climbs when trekking, when the slopes are slippery with rain, when you kinda wish you had brought some kinda footwear which wouldn't feel as if it might slip off the rocks any minute, but then outta sheer curiosity, one might wish to know what would have happened if I had tired in the deep sea, if in those treacherous slopes I had slipped, If? If I could have faced it totally. Only one thing holds back, but that is obviously strong enough, the same, the very same curiosity, the curiosity that still pretends to have the of all the excitement, every bit of it of a five year old in this wide world of ours.
This curiosity, it seems, thats all that keeps me alive, eh? Well even if that might be true, its not as simple as it is. The strength inherent in that "mere curiosity" has all that is required for the survival of an individual. Its this curiosity, that I call my love of/for Life. Yes I am using curiosity in a very loose sense of the word, but then it's my decision how to use a word!
I and me, sometimes, sometimes they feel like two different people. One full of life, energy, excitement, youth, and happiness; and the other, already ancient, sleepy, sober, cynical, perpetually contended, and above all bored off everything/everyone around. But then I guess ironies and paradoxes are just part of ones life, the good part is these coexist, complement, supplements, and of course in some instances at odds.
:)) So was me singing or laughing?? But then my laughter is so much better than me singing.
The world is not fair, I can't bloody well sing even if I want to, but then I guess thats only thing i would want to crib about LOL, I guess.
Whatya wanna Do? Hehehehe
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Fun?
Typing with one hand is a bore alright, but then not typing is even more so I guess. The lead up to this has been pretty interesting, I mean the one handedness. Life's always interesting, it's a misnomer to say life is fun! As some one said that is one over used word. Only one other word betters the word "fun", oh yeah "FUCK". I don't even think its fuckin over used for that fuckin matter. Its one helluva fuckin great word. Coming back to life, had an accident, serious or not, i still know not. Truth to say haven't bothered to evaluate the supposed seriousness. Its a futile exercise.
I just have to say a few seconds in my life I really flew, nice enough experience to have even with a hand broken I suppose. Should try at being a human canon ball I suppose :-?. Everything is alright when it's boring hmm. Its when things are interesting that you got to watch out for I suppose. Was my life in retrospect has been a lil too inerestin? nah i dont think so..i surely wouldn't mind it to get a lot more interesting..
Ah I could ramble on and on I guess to no avail. Sometimes its the only thing worth doing :)
A lot of times, I feel as if, I am living some ones life and laughing at him and everything around him, incessantly. That's the funny part in my life I guess nothing more or nothing less.
I just have to say a few seconds in my life I really flew, nice enough experience to have even with a hand broken I suppose. Should try at being a human canon ball I suppose :-?. Everything is alright when it's boring hmm. Its when things are interesting that you got to watch out for I suppose. Was my life in retrospect has been a lil too inerestin? nah i dont think so..i surely wouldn't mind it to get a lot more interesting..
Ah I could ramble on and on I guess to no avail. Sometimes its the only thing worth doing :)
A lot of times, I feel as if, I am living some ones life and laughing at him and everything around him, incessantly. That's the funny part in my life I guess nothing more or nothing less.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
For your kind information, the vagabond has taken a stroll. In his stead I will be he he, writing all the crap, the last i heard from him, he would be out for good for next two years, savvy ain't it ;)
I aint anything like him, for instance, i dont like nything he has written to date ;)). that guy was a fool I guess hmm... :)
I aint anything like him, for instance, i dont like nything he has written to date ;)). that guy was a fool I guess hmm... :)
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Sunday, April 22, 2007
livin... lol..
Sleepin, readin, eating :D, watching movies, walking about, talking about, listening to music. Well thats how the life is supposed to be, ain't it :D
It has been like, I have been living somebody else's dream, with my own sense of self, gone out for a stroll in the moonlit park. Even the casual anxiety that one feels in daily life, has been distant, and enjoyable! Have been eating well, may be a lil too well. Mind seems so bloody free. Usual daily irritation seems to have given my mind a free pass.
Lol I suppose, in actuality I have nothing to write here. But then even this is a act of freedom, yep freedom of thought :).
Watched some fantastic movies. Run Lola Run, Volver, Belle De Jour, The Princess and the warrior and sneak peek on some other movies. Bunuel always kinda enchanted me, only had watched a couple of movies of him till now, had a feeling that was missing something, when I was watching his films. It was surrealistic and all, which I knew. But could never point out what was missing, until I saw this film again! That you can tell a story, through your dreams. I dont know how this is coming out, may not be exactly the way I intend, I suppose. Still, the fact is that, the reality you always, want to hold on to, might be a dream :D, and thats the beauty of it all!
It has been like, I have been living somebody else's dream, with my own sense of self, gone out for a stroll in the moonlit park. Even the casual anxiety that one feels in daily life, has been distant, and enjoyable! Have been eating well, may be a lil too well. Mind seems so bloody free. Usual daily irritation seems to have given my mind a free pass.
Lol I suppose, in actuality I have nothing to write here. But then even this is a act of freedom, yep freedom of thought :).
Watched some fantastic movies. Run Lola Run, Volver, Belle De Jour, The Princess and the warrior and sneak peek on some other movies. Bunuel always kinda enchanted me, only had watched a couple of movies of him till now, had a feeling that was missing something, when I was watching his films. It was surrealistic and all, which I knew. But could never point out what was missing, until I saw this film again! That you can tell a story, through your dreams. I dont know how this is coming out, may not be exactly the way I intend, I suppose. Still, the fact is that, the reality you always, want to hold on to, might be a dream :D, and thats the beauty of it all!
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