Metaphorical Kataap.

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Story : There was a boy. Whatever he wanted, got screwed up. The slightest of hint expectation was enough to bring it all down. The boy was pissed.

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Ok. Whatever was that Geeta Shloka about not having expectations, it is screwing my life big time. Anything I raise my hopes about, start looking forward to, want, need gets screwed up big time.

The only day I did not put my hopes up for a thing, it actually worked out well. I know, you can see a big learning in here, but I have like had it. Every other time I am left nursing my broken heart. You know why did I not put up my hopes up, coz I was not very excited about the thing. So, over the years, as I have observed my life I have to either not expect anything or lower my standards and accept whatever comes my way.

Am I supposed to live without ever aspiring anything. If not, then for how long do I have to go through this emotional grind. How is a person supposed to live and not want things, isn't this what makes us different from tables and chairs.

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The last post has become a moot point now.

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Mere Din Raat

wo behke behke raat din
har sham nashe mein duubna
mere hoth nam tere hoth nam
har jaam unpe tootna

hum bekhudi mein iskadar
khuda se khud pe aa gaye
bas tere maeqade mein mumkin
khuda se khud ka chhootna
wo behke behke raat din...

zaeb kuch amal bhi na kar saka
apni aarzoo pe aye sanam
fir kis zulm ki hai ye saza
bin baat tera roothna

In memory of the days when we were together and life was beautiful.

Kya Yar Aise Bhi Koi Karta Hai

Har guzarish sath chalne ki thukra chuke ho
kyun puchhte ho ke fir kab milenge

Thoda sach aur...

There is this thing about being in love with you which I completely and absolutely hate. Its not the part where you don't know I love you. Its not even the part where I know I cant have you, even for a tiny winy time in my life.
Its the part where after some days i get to know this little fact about you and then I just cant believe that what a stupid idiot I was in believing otherwise. The best part is that you don't lie to me. I can't blame you even a little for this rip-your-chest-and-crush-your-heart state I get myself into every time. Its only my naivete that leads me to believe in something, which is mostly the way i want the things to be. Why? Why? Why?

Goddammitt Why?

Deep down my heart I was afraid that this would happen and deep down my heart i was wishing for this day to not happen this time. But, I don't know why and how and for what fucking god damn reason, by evening I had myself convinced that all my fears were baseless and my worries without reason.

Why did I not think of it earlier? It has happened before also. How could I even hope that you wont do it again? Bloody hell !!! everything is falling into place now. I can see at least some of the steps.

See, You are You and I forget that every time. It had to happen and it did. Only problem, I got to know of it today and out of my own stupid doing.

I hate you... because you were there.

Kab sudhroge?
Kab bakshoge?
Kab nikloge mere sar se bahar?
Fuck Fuck Fuck

I want to leave this place.
Bahut ho gaya.
Bas !

Ta Da...

Question Answers

Q1. Why do we ask the questions we already know the answers to?
Q2. How do people still manage to give a different answer?
Q3. Why dont you ever believe what they say?
Q4. How do you start believing them?
Q5. Why do we ask again n again?
Q6. Why in the name of GOD?
(and last but not the least)
Q7. What the fuck?

Ans: The examiner has set the questions in the form of a Bloody inverted Pyramid.
Is he mad?
(...yup...)

What the fuck?
(being rhetorical eh?)


Ps :- The whole post resembles a glass of martini. Which i badly need.
Pps:- See i told you. Sab waisa sa hi hai.
Ppps:- This post would not have come up, but for some factors and... wait for it... outcomes.

Lets Sober Up

Its been a long long time. We were drunk like this for ages. The hope clouded our vision and the promises of a beautiful morning one day, had destroyed any trace of reason we could have used to save ourselves. The lemon twirls of false assurances hid the taste of the bitter liquor of what really was coming our way. Our steps got fuddled and we spoke a strange tongue. No one understood anyone. Everyone just smiled. Sang songs. Made merry.

But slowly a delirium is setting in. The psychedelic is changing into psychosis. The laughter that can be heard in the courtyard, is turning into cries of dreams being shattered against the hard walls of truth. Everyone is poking finger in their own puck and looking for that piece of luck that once was inside our guts. Too much hope, they say, fucks you up too much.

Lets wake up now, from this stupid dream to the nightmare we have created around ourselves. Coz we went to sleep when the promises were being made, coz we closed our eyes to the unfairness of the deal , we now have to save our souls from this mire of lies and deceit. Lets wake up to reality for just this once. Lets sober up to the truth.

Tidbits

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Pyar k is registan mein
Nazar aate ho ek mrig-trishna ki tarah
Chhoone ko haath aage kiya
To garam raet ungliyo se fisalti mehsoos hui

Bhatakta raahi hun, lekin kabhi kabhi
miljaate hain nishan
teri hond ke
aur apni bebasi ke

Kabhi suraj aur tapta din
Kabhi Chand aur sard raat
Humsafar to ye bhi nahi

dard bas ek aadat hai (haah !)

koi umeed nai (obviously)

lekin chaahat to hai (Fuck)

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Black Magic eyes

She's gotta world to win
She's gotta world to fight
She's got the perfect weapon
Its her Black Magic Eyes


Coming soon... the eye witness account of the massacre.

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You dont need vodka
You dont need beer
You dont need Scotch
You dont need cigarettes anymore

kyunki...

aarahe hain Krazzy 4...

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Psychedelia

us din bilkul nai pi thi...
but maza bada aya tha...

you just have to think about her.


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if nothing else i will start writing dialogues for b-grade movies.

"mera naam hai gulla"

gulla ki jaana main kaun...

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Stop asking who/what RED is?
I wont tell
you wont get it
no point

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Everyone has the right to his/her fucked up state.

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b'day
exams
and RED

maza aayega

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Neend kaisi aati hai?
Kabhi gehri kabhi uchti...



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...Kubool hai...

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Lessons in Cryptography

Code RED can not be broken

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dil jis cheez ko haan kehta hai, zehen usi ko kehta hai na
ishq mein uff! yeh khud hi se ladna ek saza hai seene mein
Aawarapn banjarapan
Ek khala hai seene mein

My Love

Jab tum nahi hoti mere pass

To aksar chaand se baatien kar leta hun

Kaafi dosti ho gayi hai hum dono mien

Bas tumhari hi baatein karta hun

Aur jab jab bhi main kehta hun use

Ke tum sab se khoobsurat ho

Wo koshish karta hai k aur chamak jaye

Kabhi kabhi aag sa laal ho uth.ta hai

Kabhi kabhi heere se bhi tez damak.ta hai

Par har baar use munh ki khaani padti hai

Kyunki har baar main use samjhata hun

Ke tum mere liye ek taare c chamakti ho

Bahut duur hokar bhi

Mujhe akele raahi ko raah dikhati ho

Disha deti ho meri bhatki zindagi ko

Jab tum mere pas nahi hoti

To aksar chand se baatien kar leta hun

Par aaj wo bhi baadlo ki ot mein chhupa baitha hai

Tum hi batao, ye raat kaise basar hogi

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When you are away o dear one

I often talk to the moon

We have become good friends now

I talk about you

And every time I say that you are beautiful

It tries to outshine what I say of you

Sometimes it burns red with jealousy

Sometimes it glows like a diamond

But every time it fails

Every time I tell the moon that you are a star

Your love shines even when you are far

Guiding this lonely walker, guiding my life

When you are away o dear one

I often talk to the moon

But I can’t see it tonight

So tell me o loved one

How will this night pass?

SaB gadbad hai

Sab galat ho raha hai

Kal, I did not even read the webcomics i read daily.

shut...

:-s

Factors, Outcomes and now... Contradictions. Mast na...
but nai hai.

dil-e-nadan tujhe hua kya hai
aakhir is dard ki dawa kya hai