Britney Spears

I could write about Britney Spears (puke puke), but I’m not a sell out…

Britney Spears

Chasing Cars

We’ll do it all
Everything
On our own

We don’t need
Anything
Or anyone

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don’t quite know
How to say
How I feel

Kites Inc.

Dear diary

I have for long not written anything… perhaps I am growing old. And yet I am only 23. Perhaps, it’s the climate, the heat… and yet I feel so cold.

I have been wondering about my life too often. What is it that one wants from life? A permanent state of bliss, where all entropy in the world is just a minor irritation… or is it stray incidences of sheer joy which act as catalysts, encouraging us to go on forever, looking in nooks and corners of this universe to find a hidden moment of pleasure, anonymous moments of truth and beguiling stances of togetherness and love.

Perhaps it is neither. Perhaps life is all about a search for who we really are. For example, I am sitting here.

You…

Why do you still linger in all my silences…? Why do you keep breaking into all my thoughts and corrupt the only dream I have…? Why do you steal my peace?

Rememberance Memories Pain

Mission Saat Taal – Checklist and Itinerary

Cross posted here

1) Handicam – Check
2) iPod – Check
3) Kite Runner, Delhi – Check
4) Crayons – Check
5) Shoes and Socks – Check
6) Vodka – Check
7) Wallet, money – Check
Sunglasses, Sunblock – Check
9) Binoculars – Check
10) Papers, pens, stationary – Check

Danger…

Music has powerful ways to evoke memories. A simple strum of a guitar… 2 chords strummed in a faraway land can throw you back in the wreck you were so painstakingly salvaged out of. J.J Cale sings about the “Danger” of a hurt beauty… and my heart breaks a million times remembering the last time I had heard the song…

Some days I wish there was a way to tape over old memories… I wish I could have a terrible accident and lose all my past to some neurological mess.

God, if you are listening… you win. I’m down on my knees. Stop torturing me.

Danger Eric Clapton JJ Cale

Timelessness

Hmm… It’s been so extremely long since I went out on a date. It’s been so long since I enjoyed the attentions of another human being. It’s been so long since I just let my hair down and had a nice glass of wine, listening to jazz music…

It’s been so long since I really lived…

Farewell

If I could hear you laugh just one more time before I left, I would keep warm on cold nights. I wonder where you are and what’s passing through your mind right at this moment. I’m wrapping up my small world that had almost begun to revolve around you and packing up to leave. This place was never meant for me, I know now.

I belong nowhere. Why on earth do I keep forgetting it? Your place is here. This is where you belong.

The Phases of Getting Over

It’s again one of those days when I feel extremely sensitive and vulnerable. Though these days are reducing in their numbers, I guess emotionally I am becoming more and more vulnerable with each passing day.

Today for example, when my mom started asking me about P and whether I was still in touch with him – I couldn’t muster words. It seemed like an impossible task – talking about him after days of trying to forget him. And then in the evening – for no reason, while taking Casper for a walk, I started crying thinking of P.

I have realized that when you’re trying to get over someone you love – it comes in phases.

The first phase I went through was unmeasurable pain. I remember not being able to go to work for weeks- because I would stay at home and cry all day and night. Every little thing reminded me of him. Every breath I took ached my heart some more and there were times I felt it was better to die than be so miserable.

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Fuck! This is funny! And True!!!

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