reverse gear
SOBji | 22 July 2005, 11:35pm
The last time i remember, she just walked away, not a word , not a glance , as beautiful as ever. I turned back,rolled the keys over the car and went straight to the photographer , had a picture taken and went back home, as if nothing has ever happened.
Suddenly , all the sagacity seemed to just pour into me,I was on the verge of taking the wisest decision of my life.
3 months since,and one of my friends holds my passport and looks at the photograph. Mann!! U've changed a lott!! U look so different!
The words wrung da bells through my entire body.I managed to hide the knelling and just stretched my lips in an indifferent smile.
I've changed so much.His innocent remarks sent me through a trip down the memory lane- a much delayed retrospect - should've had long back.The fact that i never asked myself then " what was i doin? what did i do? what is it that i want ?" has now made this trip seem totally alien to me. The lanes that i once laid seem feral and distant.Nostalger was running a snail's race.
On the walls abutting the road i see her cherubic smile everywhere, me hiding right behind her - a few paces down - we were on the phone just waiting for the other to hangup.Mirroring to it was both of us sitting in a car and looking at ourselves when all of a sudden my eyes fell on a hoarding - Don't seek a question for ur answers.
How true! Didn't take me long to put a break on my nostalger and back i was, from where i began - Intelligence.
Yes my friend!! I 've changed a lot.
Current Mood: Cold
Current Music: yeh kya hua
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#777334
SOBji | 1 April 2005, 6:34pm
It is so very amusing to see that any truanted mind can just banter and scribble any nonsense and still have a space on this internet.Very satisfyin for people like me, who, just don't feel like putting too much stress on their minds trying to be creative(it's not very cool i know..but ...so are these brackets).
So, any one asking me, what's internet for you? For me it is a free world for me, not da Bush kind of free world though where i can be as dumb as i can, still not get mocked for that, remain as uncool as i can and still not lose any of my peers.Write something and still not get worried about what people would think of me and moreover have my crap on da front page :D and da best part is , I ,ight even get a prize for being the #777334 th member to visit this site.As the hoarding claims, I only have to claim it. But through out my life I have chosen not to choose many things which would have made given me more happiness but i guess I only chose to be a better man in front of my mirror.
Every time ( not everytime really)I look into it I just see the same person but I know I have changed, what kind of change I don't understand but something has changed from the time I remember myself. Physically,yes, a lott and a lot more in store I guess. I always thought ,after school, and after replacing those thick glasses , I really became very good looking and unrecognisable but somehow whenever I run into an old friend, they just always seem to recognise me. I don't know if that's a thing to feel good about or no ...
This space also provides me the power to just abruptly end this ,offering no explanation for any one...Enjoying moments of free spirit...but remember...the tears are there...just hiding somewhere..
Current Mood: Cold
Current Music: tum itna jo muskuraa rahen ho
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Mundane Expression
SOBji | 28 March 2005, 5:49pm
From what i know of this world, I had only seen that there is too much of an urge to be different.But not to just keep myself away from the card but more due to the lack of expression, my thoughts ended up in something as mundane as this...
Feeling so empty that i cannot or rather do not want to confine my feelings to a mere 26 letters of the alphabet.
Sorry ..I know this place was meant to be creative, but no where can i cry out so loud.
Current Mood: Grand
Current Music: Jaane woh kaise log the jinko (pyaasa)
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