A packet of Wills Navy Cut in front of me... thinking of what to write about... nothing coming to my head... and I light another cigarette (for inspiration?) and continue typing...
Why cant i blog about anything these days ? Where is my ability?Why have i given up ?
And as i ask myself a question the answer pops up... for writing one needs a spark of thought... the spark for me comes from talking to people who matter the most to me...
Reminds me... Talked to Komit today hearing her voice is such a relief...
So many miles between us right now...physically that is...and i am scared that all this physical gap will lead to the real gap...
Just so scared at the thought...
Depression strikes the mind again for the millionth consecutive time...
This ship is sinking... lived on hope so far... depleting rapidly...
About the display... its just something i found online at google... searching for weird shit and i ended up with that nice cute signboard...
Its so shitty to know that your friends are scattered all over the world... and are going through if not the same, but similar experiences... the same non hungriness the same sense of loneliness...the weird empty feeling when you wake up every morning...
Just took a break of about 10 mins... and just whizzed thru everyone's blogs... Makdu,NJ,Miti... everyone is so bloody depressed with some keeping count of their slaps(MAKDU = 47) and some are drowning themselves in materialistic posessions and some just sit and sulk...some like me act like nothing is wrong throughout the day and just before sleep the foolproof plan crashes on them....
screw all the depression-isizing stuff...
Horrible week i had... Let me tell u a story that i call THE SWIFT INCIDENT
Why cant i blog about anything these days ? Where is my ability?Why have i given up ?
And as i ask myself a question the answer pops up... for writing one needs a spark of thought... the spark for me comes from talking to people who matter the most to me...
Reminds me... Talked to Komit today hearing her voice is such a relief...
So many miles between us right now...physically that is...and i am scared that all this physical gap will lead to the real gap...
Just so scared at the thought...
Depression strikes the mind again for the millionth consecutive time...
This ship is sinking... lived on hope so far... depleting rapidly...
About the display... its just something i found online at google... searching for weird shit and i ended up with that nice cute signboard...
Its so shitty to know that your friends are scattered all over the world... and are going through if not the same, but similar experiences... the same non hungriness the same sense of loneliness...the weird empty feeling when you wake up every morning...
Just took a break of about 10 mins... and just whizzed thru everyone's blogs... Makdu,NJ,Miti... everyone is so bloody depressed with some keeping count of their slaps(MAKDU = 47) and some are drowning themselves in materialistic posessions and some just sit and sulk...some like me act like nothing is wrong throughout the day and just before sleep the foolproof plan crashes on them....
screw all the depression-isizing stuff...
Horrible week i had... Let me tell u a story that i call THE SWIFT INCIDENT
I Took out my uncle's brand new shiny red Maruti Swift for a drive (smuggling is an art and musnt be practised at home or anywhere else without proper guidance + Please get a bloody license) and was damn (i mean damn damn damn) careful in the process... and was sucessful at not scratching, wrecking or even crashing the car anywhere and to top it all did not get caught by the cops(money saved) till i reached back home.
Almost is the right word.
At this turning to my home lies a not so sinister looking electric post and while turning (the car is quite....err... a lot... bigger than an maruti 800 i was about to realize) the car kisses the post (it was violent )... and to my utter dismay the paint is chipped off... now the post has red on it....luckily the scratch was not that visible but then witness #1 (the neighbor) pops into the picture... shrieking violently about how kids are not careful nowadays...blah blah...
i park the car at home... no one is there luckily... me and my cousin go for a forensic test.. the point of contact on the pole and the scratch cum dent on the car dont match up....
"WTF??"
the sun sets and rises the next day (this happened in fast motion)...
Uncle is back from Coimbatore... first i heard a loud banshee like shriek and then "MISSSSSHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLL"... i woke up...(reaction "gulp")...
Uncle : Mishal come here fast.
MeE : errr... yes....
I walk to the car shed (this time in slow motion)...
U: Did u take out my car yest ?
MeE: Ummm... ummm (thinking deeply as though yest was 300000 years ago)... yea... i think ....
U : Where did you go ?
M: Umm nowhere... just drove around the compound....
Uncle looks lost in a train of thought...and then after a loooong time (and huge loss of sweat from my body) says -
U: OK... was just wondering who parked the car so haphazardously...
Close shave or what ?
The end
MeE
