It's a complicated web u weave inside my head, so much pleasure with such sweet pain.....

This thing called Life....

Life is all bout Lies... Lies is the fuel for living life... if u don't lie u are dead... i have tried to speak the truth to some people but they have never trusted it. Love & trust are the two most Useless, Fake and Atrocious words a person can ever use.. and people use it all too often... not realizing how much your words can make someone Dream/Live Life/Cry/Laugh...

I have always tried to keep people happy never succeeded may be the saying " The Fate of love is such that it is either too much or too less is true" maybe all the things i have tried to do for those really special was not enough for them to realize their worth in my life.. i can never blame them for all the screw-ups in my life, just for the simple fact that somewhere deep inside i still love them a lot :( i know i should not coz they were never mine... i believed all the lies all the words... maybe just maybe its time that i also should start behaving like other people in the world and should start lying about things and get my way out of them

Super Sick

Fell super sick this time .. almost all of last week was spent on bed. But then, if it takes a few days of sickness to get a hold of a few facts about yourself .. well .. may be its’ worth it .. On second thoughts .. may be not

1. Realized that there are medicines that can put me to sleep for 19 hours. Next time I am going home via train, I am taking them.
2. Realized that if I don’t shave for a week, I can easily get the part of Daku Mangal Singh in any day time serial with negligible audience.
3. realized that if I see myself in the morning after sleeping for one full day, unshaven, I can come pretty close to giving myself a heart attack.
4. Also, One week of not shaving puts me about 3 days away from the Jesus Christ beard.
5. The sensation of cold and warmth can be experienced together and it doesn’t feel good.
6. Doctors talk a lot, sometimes it’s good .. sometimes I just wanted him to shut up and let me go.
7. Maggi is super tasty when you are sick.
8. Learned to make different variety of Poha .. its called Water Logged Poha or Flooded Poha. Its not so good to eat, but the good point is .. you don’t need to drink water after eating it.
9. I can’t spoil Maggi … even if I am sick
10. I now know the entire schedule of programs on most of the channels .. it can be summarized in one word .. Advertisement.
11. The construction workers in my building are nice people, after I spent all Wednesday in fever, which kept getting worse because of their non stop bang bang down stairs, I only had to yell at them once to make sure they carried their work to basement.
12. Cricket matches Rock ..

ME...

I am a dreamer... I am Impossible.. I am outrageous... Sometimes even ridiculous... yet I make sense of it all... A self proclaimed Genius... A person who is proud to blow his trumpet ... Eccentric by default... A bundle of contradictions and yet endearing to some ....

Riveting Retrospections....

When everything was perfect,There was a little thing you left unsaid,And now it feels to be all alone and not believe anythingI got to open my eyes but in the wrong direction.Nothings looking quite so clear,It happened so fastAnd now this change is going to hurt.Watch as it destroys me,I’m going to stay this way foreverI never used to cry but I guess life’s unfair.And this would have to be the story of the year.
I'm Just FUMTUYeah FUMTU .FUMTU = Fucked Up More Than Usual .Thats always the case with me . I wonder why .Nothin goes right . Dont ask me why.I'd always remain the UNFORGIVEN ZEEROH
Thanks Blogspot for bearing my Grunts and Anger all the while :)

Love?!?!?

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.

I hate love.