Symphony

If I could write you a sonnet, I would translate the words into a melody,

If I could write you a verse, I would dry the oceans with my ink,

But as we fornicate and life fucks us over

My words fall short and become a few feeble grunts.

I dream about the days in the woods, the sun flooded your hair,

I day dreamt with the parchment in my hand, I would create a symphony.

The symphony unwind in my mind, the mind which never betrayed me.

Today again I am short of words as we lie together on the white soiled sheets, 

I hear the symphony in your breaths, Didn't I say?

My mind never betrayed me. 

-Ex.

Lost yet pretentious

The idea of cigarettes, is intoxicating to me. They provide such buzz, it's probably because it is something I do and be a person who is different from the real time me. Real time me, who may not necessarily be the real me, but there isn't much need to spell such things out.

When the smoke hits the throat, it burns with a weak tinge. Maybe its a newbie thing, but I have gotten used to the aftertaste. the smoke as it escape my lips, form a cloud and I walk through that living a dream, a short alternate reality, so ephemeral, such an evanescent sense of high it gives me, that bleak little puff.

The nights, I remember sitting on top of a roof or another, puffing in, dragging on and not worry about the threats of the future, the clashes of the titan downstairs in which  I am a meager Pawn. I pawn who had dreamt of  one to checkmate the white king, but stands here, insignificant and to be sacrificed without a blink of the eye.

The roof is a wonderful place, it lets you be. It is undisturbed and it welcomes me in spite of me being lost, having nothing to show for myself, it doesn't care. It hugs me anyway. I cradle into its lap and smoke away thinking about the days when my glory was my addiction and my mistake. I floated half of my life and I continue to float away most of my sober days, my guarding angle has stopped tsking her tongue and she has moved over to the next more probable for success candidate. And I, I sit here in the lap of this roof or the other, being intoxicated by the idea of life and the transcendence it my success.  

Drunk Dog

DATE: 17^TH OCT

When did I lose my way? When did I lose my will? When did I really become a lost cause? Is there an important date I can’t remember? Maybe an event which slipped my mind as I walked away from a party. When did it happen, I can’t seem to locate my soul on this land anymore. The vibrant and almost flamboyant self walked out on and I slept on it, stupidly.

There was little I could do, that’s what I kept telling myself. Still tell myself, there wasn’t anything I could do. There has been so much telling and listening that the sounds in my head are a blurred buzz. Which doesn’t really mean anything anymore?

Have you ever seen a drunken dog? It’s the happiest. Just wagging its tail and running around with its tongue out. They eyes glazed as he ran from one corner to another and as elation reduces, the sleep slips inside and there is no need for anything else. He practically floats through the whole thing and worries about nothing. That I what I am doing right now. I am the drunken dog. I have been drunk and now I am sleeping, sleeping in spite of the worries, in spite of the tragedies around, and I have a smile pasted across my face, a smile which is so dull yet omnipresent. 

Errors.

We pick up bad habits as we stroll through life
We try to shake them, but they cling on tight.
I picked up my darlings on the way to nowhere,
as I brood about it, I smoke one of them away.

The lighter clicks sparing me a silent satisfaction,
and the golden flames burn with a gay realisation.
It puffs with pride as the paper burns and the leaves
in lieu provide simmer to my errors.

I sit on the terrace with a brick as friend,
I smoke away my worries as I call in a few debts.
The mellow sky mocks me with white clouds,
I, irked, smirk through my loose grey shroud.

The Brick kindly sits next me,
aware of the delusions, which I readily believed.
Brick is a better man than I will ever be, you see
For it just smiled politely as I grew dull,
And only tsk'ed as I lulled feeling Oh so free.

The books which claim helping!

Some people are destined for greatness, some are meant to be put at a pedestal and being admired. There life is an elegantly written manuscript on which they, very expertly, crave their way to greatness. Opportunities fall their way, and they grab them with all the ten fingers. Well, its not that easy. The opportunity don't just fall their way, hey look for it and take what they rightfully own.

There are things which they do differently from people like me.
First, I think, is that they never undermine themselves, for if you don't believe in yourself how will others find faith in you.
Second, I guess, is they never doubt their ability to do what they think is right. Their feet is strong on the ground when they take a stand, and they are ready to show the world what's what. That i think is really important.
Third, i suppose is that, they are not lazy, they have the desire to keep going and they are ready to take the world by the collar and make it its own. Yes, THIS, This is the most important think there is to do, not the previous one.
Fourth. Believe. There is nothing which can be said more clearly and enunciated in a more crystal way than the fact that one need to believe in themselves, and believe that their talent, vision, belief is true and nothing can be said to move their faith from it. The world will believe only if you believe.

Well, that was mighty easy to write. In reality all the 'point' so graciously explaining life's real treasures, are something I am not. I lack each and every one of these points. I wonder whether all the self help books are written by such lost souls who only write these books to overcome the lack of the quality in there own life, because for a minute my life seemed awfully easy.

Its very satisfying to switch off the real troubles and sit in front of the screen and become someone else, even it is for a little while, everybody needs their escape i suppose. Me, I can't become someone else, the self-righteous (wishful thinking ! ) gene in my body does not let me do it. But I wasn't talking about that, I was talking about how some people are destined for greatness.

There are people around me who I know will be great and theirs will the name I read on the paper in a few years. A few. Out of these few, i am proud of most of them, but when they happen to share a tiny bit of your DNA, the pride quickly turns into jealousy. The point to note is the phrase 'tiny bit of DNA'. A distant relative, who also happens to be sharing your age bracket. I have that. I go through that most of the days of my kind of sort of insignificant life.

BUT, this wasn't supposed to be the usual rant of the PMSing inferiority complexed girl. So I break the tip of my pen here, but before I do that, I need to ask, any of you have tips of how to get over jealousy?

-Ex  

Oyster

There was a cubicle, white as snow and pale as the bloodless corpse. She was asked to come in everyday, her freedom was bought in exchange of perks to facilitate her freedom, make it more colourful.
Irony sits on her giant throne and smiles her sly smile. Its important, you see that she lets the world understand what she truely is and how much joy she can bring into the world.

Someone had once told her that 'we are supposed to be here for atleast 9 hours a day. The employees at least, but you trainees can leave early. No issues.'the mouth spoke those words but the eyes said, 'i won't let you leave. Oh no!'

So she sat at a corner of the office, an alley turned cubicles, slowingly freezing to death as the world unfolded its new colors, every second.

Someone came intervened with the query, 'What would you rather be doing?'
She replied in a jiffy, ' The world is my oyster!?' 'Is it?' 'Isn't it?'

Someone smiled, sameone smirked on her face, someone patted her head and stiffled a laugh.

Yes, oyster. Sure! And the Television is the pearl, yes?
All she heard now was laughter, loud booming laughter.

And then it dawned on her. Painting the world red was just and advertisement on the idiot box. And it was all in her head, the oyster ultimately was just a blue padded cell. And she was on the corner, with a tatasky remote.

She wanted to go to a different cubicle now.

Fess up, Bitch.

Okay, so it has been a while since i have written anything and honestly there cannot be a worse timing. I have my exam tomorrow and it would be better if i studied, but then again mind is a fickle thing which does not understand the constrains of exams or irony!

Demons. An incredible song by Imagine Dragons. In fact I am listening to it right now. We all have our demons, I know I do. In fact my number is more than the amount I would like to have. And for some reason, these seem to reproduce more demons, and they are eating me up. As cliched as it is, I do feel like a hollow shell. But then again, who doesn't?

College has to be an interesting stop in the journey called Life. And I will be honest it has been very interesting, in its own fucked up way. It has been quite interesting. But in the past 3 years, things have changed. drastic changes. I have changed. My mom slapped this fact across my face that I have in fact become a shallow little biyatch. (Those may not have been her exact words, but the thought was the same!) I have changed. And i am not proud of that person. I want to go back to being that one little girl who kept a book in her bag at all points, had things to talk about, knew things about things and was everything there was to be. But I have changed, and I am hating every moment of it, and now that it has been pushed in front of my face, I can't ignore it.

This is not what is bothering me, what really is the problem is that I can't seem to care about anything. Anything at all. I can't really pin point when it really started, but its been a while that nothing interests me, or irks me. Nothing. The other day, I had this scare that I had lost my phone but you know I didn't care.. I mean it didn't bother me. And this is a very small example. If I do try to care or think deep I have this extreme lethargy which makes me want to go to sleep. Even though it sounds ridiculous but its true.

I don't know how to make it go away! I am not able to read books, I am not able to write, I am not able to understand anything or relate to things. I don't know what is wrong and how do I fix this! Some might say that its mental or I am not feeling this way only imagining or something, but I don't think its like that.

I think I really need help but I don't where to go. What to do, where to seek help from? In fact I am not sure whether I really need help or its just my mind fucking with me.


-Ex.

Dadubhai, I love you.

I hate it all. the whole situation that is around me.
I lost my grand dad. I always knew that this day would come and that thought always brought tears to my eyes, but then I never really thought that it would happen. But Nov 2, it did. He was gone. Everything was just stopped. I could hear him say, "Study from you notes, teachers jeta notes daye ota theke podo !" (read whatever the teacher gives) And now that it has actually happened, i don't know how to cope with it. Being in hostel helps. It makes me forget about things which I can't help. Yes, it definitely does.

Today was his last rites.And then a memorial, my mother has asked me to write something for him. That I have trying to do for the past 3 years. Yes! That's how prepared I was. But I could never come up with something to write about, I mean I had things to write about but then they never took form of a complete piece. And when, mother asked me to do it, I freaked out and simply refused. That was the day when I achieved a new low in my own eyes, a low which i can't go back from.

So, today, my mom called from the memorial and I heard some people say certain things, and I just could not hear it, so after 5 mins I disconnected. I could not do it. The guilt, the remorse, it all created this ugly blob in my head which only sucked on my ability to do anything.

I loved my Dadubhai very much, and the day I heard about this tragic news, I could not even believe it was true. I is hard to, impossible to imagine that the next time I am in Kolkata, he won't be there. I won't anyone say "Kinkini ke dao aaro! Oor jonne'e toh anlam mach!" (Give Kinkini more, I got the fish exclusively for her). I won't hear him say, "Chamotkar!" I won't talk to him, every time I call.

My family is not that emotional, o maybe they are, I don't know. But I have been told again And again, "Don't be a sentimental fool.." "There is no need to be emotional." So, its a good thing that I am alone in this room with no one to judge me, and tell me how i should mourn for my Dadu.

He is gone and there is nothing I can do, even though people pretend that they were prepared for this to happen, they were not! How can you be? I don't understand.

But My grandfather was also not the emotional type, and he would have probably not to see me act like this. But since I have had quite a record disappointing everyone, I will go ahead and cry and be depressed because that's how I react.

I pray to the God above, that Dadubhai is at peace and his soul is rested.
I will always love and respect him and remember him for the great, strong which he was. The reverence I hold for him will only grow as the years will pass.

My Blue Slippers Slip

There was once a lad in the far far land, he was a curious one. He wanted to taste all the nectar in the world and take a bite at all the apples that were there. He was born in the house of Lard, a humble merchant of textile, who did not have the eye are desire to experience of the most exquisite honey swirling in his mouth. That kind of ecstasy was something Lard was unaware of. Therefore it was natural to be shocked out of the boots when he heard his son say that you wanted to go to large, large land to have it all.

 

'But son, you WANT to look after my textiles, your innocent brain is tricking you into believing otherwise.'

'No Father, I am the one who wants to sell the silk in your precious drawer, no. I am the son who wants to bring his mother the taste of heaven and preciousness of silver to her feet, the sluriness of the fermented liquid which brews in the barrels in the basements of the large houses.'

Lard did not understand his son's need to explore. It was not a safe option. The feeling of not a familiar raod under yor feet frightened him.

'Son? What will you do when you realize that the wine you were fantasizing about was in fact sour and not what you wanted? What you do then in the large land where no one you know will be able to help you out?'

'Yes son, please pay heed to your father! The silver will shine only to remind us that there are shinier things out there to be achieved. You don't want greed to break us apart? Do you now, son?' His mother, Tallow, asked wiping her eyes. 

'It will be difficult when there are boulders in my path, yes. There is not a single word which can be uttered to console the nagging sensation of failure but dear Mother, will the world be changed if I were to go back to my rock and lie beneath it and not breath a word but that pine tree which have the most soulful aroma? Will I be happy with everything I see with my frail eyes? No. But will I try anyway? Yes, because my molds have set the notions too strong AND the land of the unknown is calling me. Let me know that I have what blessing you may want to bestow upon me, and let this be the last time you think of me as your little boy. Today I, Epoxy, stand to be strong and bind together the knows and unknowns. To make everyone believe that what is undiscovered is not malignant. Not always!'

With that Epoxy, the son of the Lard and Tallow, cemented the belief that you can only look at the world with you tint. He was the silver and today he lives happy in a land not so large and not so far. He lives in a land with a mighty fair lady who called herself Putty. 

It was not hard to say that they lived happily ever after, with a curious relationship at hand.

All night.

If the clouds were not there, would one look up the sky and think about longing one might have felt once?
Might have felt the tiny trembling in your stomach, listened close to the faint growling of sky-keepers. There can't be anything which can be remembered or loved unless it flies past you everyday.

Maybe your life is just as frail. Just as fragile. Just as irrevocably breakable.

As you walk past the one person, you look into the eyes and you see this glass. Glass for the emotion you long to see. Then with time you learn that look too well, so much so that you develop your own kind of glass.

One day the beauty of the trees will fade. Then slowly and surely, the time will come for other things to fade as well. The sweet memories of the kind holdings will all blur away into a light touch of colour in the vast sky.

It will all end leaving a soft trail.behind and one day that trail.will die as well leaving no evidence of your existence, and no one to for that loss as well. All in its own fair time.

Awkward marathon

I have been watching this show called "Awkward" for like three seasons in one night! My god that is some speed.

Time to switch this woman offf. Oh, wait! The last episode is here! Well, after that I will.

OVER! Its overrrrr!!
Alright. Now simply switch it off and turn away!

Away.. Sllowly. Great!

PMSing my way to hell

When god made women, I am sure that he thought that lets make them real special. Earth needs the flourish only a woman can bring to a room. Yes, then he gave too much thought into us. Lets make them really reAlly special he said. Ah, the irony.

So, the world is filled with hatred, then again I think that maybe its inherit into us. By god. Maybe I am wrong but how else you connect the monthly pain!? Causing pain and trauma is what is instilled in us.

In other news

Ello There,
I am addressing to the blog, no need to get cocky, my dear invisible reader. Weekend is here and it is sucking the life out of me as usual. I am not a very social person so it gets a little difficult to be out and chill. Don't worry, I still do chill. Just a lil uncomfortably. So, its safe to say that I am fcked up introvert.

So, today as a weekend celebration, I got my ears pierced, they are my third and final ones. I love nothing goes wrong because my parents don't know anything about it and they will disown me if something were to go wrong. Even though this hurts as fuck, but I am very happy with it. I have wanted this for so long that it is almost sad.

In other news, I have a friend who I have kinda lost contact with, she is pretty awesome and we used to be quite tight back in the day. But people drift and thus we too drifted in another land, she into the land of awesome and me into the land of Engg., need I say more? So anyways, she is turning her life around and getting rich by making these cool cards and diaries, did I mention turning her life around? Yes. I am  happy for her. Maybe I should let her know that.

Anyways, I am still mentally undecided about what comes next in my life, I am sure it will kill me slowly and taking pleasure in every little slice of the butcher knife. It really is a predicament how I can single handedly ruin my own life.

Nothing more to see here.

-Ex.

I want *that* candy.

Today a friend gave me his blog id and i read the stuff he wrote. It was liberating in a few ways. First, I got another direction to look at when it comes to talking about my inability to write anymore. His writing is very laid back. It's very conversation styled. It's relaxing to read his words, unlike my cousin's who only make everything sound twisted and fancy. No, I get you are deep, I get symbolism and metaphors as well, but really man, give it a rest sometimes. So, anyway, I read one of his posts and it was about this random (to me) anonymous girl, who he apparently loves, but can never have. Heavy stuff. But he wasn't his whiney self. I actually was smiling while reading his rants. It was a fresh perspective on things.

Then I read one of his other posts, it was about being single and then missing being in a relationship. Well, I have never been in a relationship. I am yet to figure out the reason behind it, but whatever it is, I have never held a guy's hand and walked. I have never watched a movie with my head resting on someones shoulder, I have never had a guy look in to my eyes and tell me I am beautiful. Never. In fact I think I am a little scared of guys. Yeah, I guess it puts me in the loser category but whatever it is, its true. So, when I read about his feelings about this whole thing, I was slightly taken aback.

When I was in school, I mean, when we were in school, I used to have a crush on this guy and I like to believe that he did too, for a few days at least. So, when I read him write about all this all this time later I was forced to think where did I slip. I was never really into all this. I can't even flirt. I mean, I have never done it. I wish I could but I just can't. After a certain point it doesn't really matter.

I say it doesn't matter because when I read his posts, I realised you can only care about trivial things as love when you are satisfied with yourself, your life. And God knows that I am anything but satisfied. So, that's how I linked my now dead writing, I could not write because of my unsatisfaction has lead to being totally and completely uninspired.

I wish things were different, I wish I was more at ease. But turns out things are not as easy as shown on Friends. Life can be a pile of poop, and I am right in the middle of it, trying to get the fuck out of it. I am trying. GOD, I need this stupid Engineering to get over, and get a job so that I can get on with my life!

Forever in poop
- Ex.

Where the fuck is my Unicorn, pooping customize rain-fucking-bow?

Ridikulous

I love acting. I mean not in a I-wanna-be-the-next-Vidya-Balan way but in a I-love-being-in-my-college-society way. When I started out in the college, I was oh so sad, because I didn't get into my desired field and stuff. But when I joined my drama club, there was a visible change in me. I was happier and my grades got better too. Now I am in my third year and I really need to think about my grades and better them, everybody I know needs to do that. But one of my friends left it, because she said she needs to concentrate on her studies, and now I am thinking, I have to study hard, and I can't let this ruin everything for me. But I can't simply get influenced by a person who can't seem to manage her time, right? Of course I am right. I will have to get an 8! 7.5 won't cut it anymore.  And it has to be done without sacrificing things that I love. Even though I am seriously considering deleting my Facebook, because it is just plain boring.

In college, money also happens to be a pain in the ass. I am always low on cash. Does it happen to everybody? I hope the answer is yes, because otherwise it would just mean that I suck at managing money. Actually problem arises when I am depressed (like now) that I eat a lot and things go a little out of hand. Like my weight, right now. 

Anyways, I have made a list in my mind, and the first priority on my list is to get 17+ (out of 20 that is) in my upcoming minors. Need to show certain bitches certain things. 

-

Ex.

'Ello There!

It's time for a blog post and after such a long time. Yes, It been long. So there is a speciality about this blog, or that's what I would like to believe, the post will HAVE to come frequently and also all the posts will be midnight brain farts, i have a lot of those.

While making this blog, I remembered why I deleted my old blog, it was because I never had much followers and it used to make me doubt my ability to write, which i now know is completely dead. So anyways, that is why after almost a year of being out of the blog zone, i have returned with an anonymous blog, because writing was my escape and without a face and name I can let go of my fear of being judge. I still think I am being judged but you know, at the ed of the day you are judging a cat with glasses.

Today, i thought would be my first post. But then I had to write an explanation for my own sake. ALso, i have decided to comment more. Again the reason I think is pretty much the same, of why I didn't used to comment more earlier, but all that is in the past now.

Also, I would like to post a few more things here. A few things which god know I would not share with my peer.
anyways, this is just a hello. Actually, its more of a 'ELLO!

Gliding Away,

Ex.