Heat Rashes.

I feel like a bad person right now. And I feel surprisingly calm at having reached that realisation. Dexter calm.
I am cruel. And hurtful. I lie. And manipulate. And after having said that, I don't see anything wrong with me. I am not sorry. Not one inch.
I am not even in a bad place either. Recovering from a really bad head-ache, but that's about it. So that's all I had to record I guess. This would be one of my twilight moments. And I mean nothing associated with the lame merchandise. Or dying. So get gone now. Off you go.

And obviously like most great things, Wye Oak too is little known. No wonder.

I still keep my baby teeth
In the bedside table with my jewelry
You still sleep in the bed with me,
My jewelry, and my baby teeth

-Civillain,Wye Oak.

Two dollars in my pocket
three inside my skin
that burger I'd bought
is settled safely now within.
Unless I feel a misfit
I'll be stuck here in a spot
well-rooted to your halo
like a dirty little dot
and if you think that I'm damned
well let me tell you - I've seen the light
instead of being comforting
its a burning globe of bright
and what use is a pillow,
all the medication you can avail?
the bad dreams they are heavensent
come they will, without fail.
If I were you I'd walk a mile
then quietly walk some more
see all there was to see,
watch and learn,
open my eyes & walk out that door-
then atleast I'd know that even when
there was no meaning to be found
I searched for mine
instead of buying theirs, 


queuing on a line.

F & D.

"I wish I could find something
to make me feel better
a drug or a drink
something that would make me think its all OK.. "

I have a theory.Rather idealistic.Yet brilliant.It could seem absurd at first.But it all manages to add up.So sample this -


When two people fall in love with each other they appear to know each other deeply, at a more profound level than possible using ordinary methods of communication.They successfully meet each other halfway at that mental plane intersecting their conscious and unconscious mind - the pre-conscious.So they may know things about each other that even their friends or other close family members are not aware of.At the same time they may be completely ignorant of the other person's reality.Because their individual reality is then overshadowed by their shared reality,which really,is in their minds alone.Now, this may be why on breaking-up, the two people involved experience a rude awakening where they finally wake up to the other person's individual reality and recognise no part of it.Also, why countless heartbroken men and women across the world tend to describe their exes as 'acting weirdly' or 'acting like a stranger' after the break-up.This results from not having thought it important enough to come to learn of the the other person's conscious reality.Having chosen instead the connection at the pre-conscious level to sustain all else, which one finds is no more, after the relationship has run its course. 

So basically, the hurt ensues from being left absolutely nothing from the imagined 'all' one had accustomed itself to.This perhaps is also why two lovers are able to build back their relationships by successfully transitioning into friends, if they had originally started out with a friendship.They were already aware of their lover's portrayal of their conscious selves. Even after breaking up, they still retain that preliminary knowledge which provides them with ample structure to build back friendly relationships upon.

Kate Moss/Pete Doherty

I'd have referred to Sid Vicious and Nancy.
But I decided to stick with something more this decade.
Chris Brown/Rihanna is just excessive physical violence for me.
And Cobain of the infamous Cobain-Love duo belongs to Club 27 now. So l'm going to let him rest this one out.

Idiot-Boxing.

Indian Television growing up,for me,does not mean watching Ram Kapoor turn the heat on and get all touchy-feely with Parvati bhabhi.Oh hell no.I do not want to watch middle-aged balding men coochie-cooing with their menopausal spouses. -_-
This on the other hand has me hooked
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V

Sneha Khanwalkar is such an inspiration. =]
We need more people like her.

Cinema Nouveau

Love gone wrong.
Nobody understands love quite like the French do.
When it comes to sentimentality,they are unquestionably the masters.And rightly so.

On a seemingly ordinary Sunday afternoon:

It was a dreary old cathedral town.Her lover was away.They'd made a promise to each other.
 She'd send him letters everyday.
One day the mailman found none to deliver.
He'd crossed the porch in two strides.And through the window of hope,
he thought had opened up,
he saw the reason why. 






#FirstEver55FicAttempt =]

Don't Even Try To Pretend You Care

Don't confuse a non-issue into becoming an issue.The real issues get lost amidst the crowd of hankering 'causes'.There's a million things wrong with this world.Learn to let it go.Don't make it worse for those struggling day in-day out to bring about changes so minor they do not catch your eye.For they have a cause that needs addressing just as much-even if you fail to see the significance of their existence.It is simple,they exist.Despite your likes,so concerned to root out every possible evil from your world.Your world.Enamoured with the glorious cause.Inside your bubble.Riding your air-conditioned car,to a protest walk you have organised on a social networking site,for the people in your friend list,one day.After which you will hop right back into that chauffeur-driven fancy automobile,ride home after having made a pit stop at McD and discard that righteous cause for the next one trending online.Tell me,do.What is it to you?Really?An embellishment to your already shiny career profile?A more convincing case to finally get up and walk those pounds off?Or is it a chance to meet them multiplying virtual friends?Admit it.Your personal agenda.Or are you fake enough to just live with your uninspired farcical actions?

SBTRKT

What you've done, what you've done you can't keep inside

By the end of the night I'll help you confide

Cause I can see, see your sad self

Cause I can see you're not being yourself

Cranking It Up

This is my earthquake song.

Not trying to trivialise the whole climactic situation around the world. A tsunami in the Bay of Bengal and Calcuttans or *khik* Paschimbongans(?) are as good as more than six feet under. But here it is. So crank it up,motherfucker.

And YAY (x infinity)

But that deserves a post and more on it,later. Right now I am rather preoccupied with real people really living it up like its the last day of their lives.

And oh oh. Beer+Vodka+Rum ... and still sober? 3 months of being a sage. Then this. What does a girl have to do to get drunk around here HUH? I am going to hit you with an answer when I return from my monthlong joyride.

Waking up with a cathartic nightmare has never been more fun.

=) \Being Alive/ This is why I didn't kill myself all that time I felt suicidal at 13.

Remember This Song?

                       



so this is goodbye
cause I can't be living a lie