Sunday, December 20, 2009

Monday, November 23, 2009

Reddy says she's always ready
Nuts can't bear all but screws
Jazzy morning feels like the night
Nee is in a flighty sha-wer
Aynas shared someones unkept secrets

Its a fun game, this snakes and ladders..
An interesting watch when they both play with each other in the hostel..
Yes, its a jungle...

So am I far from the madding crowds or just deep enough into them?

Well, are all Delhi-wallahs left in a jungle purposeless and in a good(junglee) mood?
The ones here certainly are.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Found out a girl was gang-raped and murdered in the boys hostel some years back.
Some heaved a sigh of relief after hearing that it was only a prostitute.

One that a boy had sneaked into the hostel before all the other guys found out and decided to try her out after getting to know she was 'only a prostitute'. She died after a thirty or more tried her out.

Don't know how accurate this story is, but some say she is buried in a hut outside the E.D. Hall.

And then, people say college makes you human.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

At ISBT. Feeling homesick already. Nauseous. Woof. Will Post when i reach kkr.

Monday, November 16, 2009

The maker maketh the mind.
The mind imagined the heart.
The heart imagined love.
The loved is out of the scenario.
The loved loves something else.
Longing precedes a hazey, dreamy day.
The mind is wired to dream life.
The wires pierce the larynx.
Smoke chokes up the cough.
The cough is inhaled deep into the mind.
The day will dream up a mind,
Which has an imagination less obsessive.
And the day does,
Fill the envelope meant for a card,
With a sheet of notes, innocuous.
And the silence after the whistles and passes,
With, an arrogant, sometimes hazey ignore.
It's a gluttons world,
In desi heaven.
In other moods,
In a damned jungle.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Dedicated to the land of proxies, night-outs, drunken splendour, ad-hocs, garg confectionary, gulaabi aankhen and a guy to girl ratio of 8:1, in this blog shall flow the streams of unintended burbles carrying intoxicating energy that you, the reader will have to counter and neutralise before this invisible pipe bursts out to fill any more than one domain name in this small world wide web, supplying enough to each to saturate with ether, my idea of a vacuum dense enough to engulf the mind..
and etch its nicotineous flavour on its radiate forever..