Its been long has it, Im happy im escaping it all for a bit, a good 5 days in which id be traveling most of the time but luckily only nights. So where is this destination, well I cant really say its destination unknown, well its Bangalore. I know loads of ppl out there are thinking this fellow is of his rockers, what about all the plans, well sometimes they just don’t work and I don’t really think I can wait even one more second.

So it is an impulse decision, something rather out of my character I think, but then maybe not. Well it all was instigated by this small conversation and this urgent need to meet the person being spoken too, strange enough though this time its not even a woman.

Well let me here introduce to you a bespectacled friend of mine, who probably for half his life thought he was called Anoop because he was born in Poona and Anoop is Poona in reverse. Well you can well imagine what would be the product of such a tragedy so early in life. No offenses to Poona in any way. (Disclaimer)

Well yes this not so young genius friend of mine has been a pal since college days well actually just a year when you think about it, and well just a friend when you think about it, but what days, so I wonder whether this whole meeting is in remembrance to the days that were or whether we really will live it up. Either ways I think it will help. Those conversations probably completely and utterly neurotic still somehow do make sense . I will have them again, to have my full of babble and wisdom from asses mouth.

It never ends with us, I mean it’s quite rare that you kind of pick it up where u left it to move on, well that’s the way it is with him. I have had these friends before lost somewhere in the mist of time to be picked up again , I know ill meet them and it will be the same.

So cheers to you all A merry Christmas, may the drinks never end and the haze never clear to live happily in the wonderland where few have gone the few who dared.

Well the ending had to be dramatic u see and completely out of context to proove that i suffer from flight of ideas.

ramblings once again

Days are bad and nights are worst, ok so let this be a thing that I started but not completed. There is no rhyme in this one it seems to have gone somewhere far away the music and the play.

Ok life’s on track the way it should be I guess, things are happening though there is a bit of misery. Here I rot in this place called XXXXX well this is not my home and it will never be. So I wonder in the middle of strangers, what’s really the difference haven’t I always walked amongst them.

But the trouble is here I meet people, people who pose a threat to me and I to them, but then hasn’t it been the same forever. Well nothing has changed its just that the will to fight is gone. But it’s because of you that I carry on. I will win this battle that’s sure but to tell you the truth I don’t care anymore. Battles are empty and so are the bottles, I guess nothing has changed has it really.

I live in a world which is not mine, will I be me when its over and done, I wonder.

Ok so a bit of random thoughts, life has shaped me ort have I shaped her, was it my imagination or was it true, if it were true then whys the bubble burst. Well I guess the worlds an illusion, but I always thought I was the master of it all, I guess not anymore or is it. I pushed at the right time but I push wrong.



Illusions , delusions and imagination all created a spell that has burst antd the harsh ugly face of reality shows its face.

That’s it. This is over ill right some other time n some other frame of mind, when thoughts will sore and so will I. Ill be HIGH. HaHaHaHaHah………..