no idea why this ended up here instead of the bore-blog.

this is probably about how the sun was on the opposite side of the sky when i woke up this morning. and how my name looks wrong every time i write it until it's gotten to the point that i'm not even sure how to spell it. it's about how everything has been flying out of my control so that i can't remember how to walk without making a sound. or how to hold on to the edges when my vision gets too blurry. this is almost certainly about how you live one and three forth miles to the north of me, but i forgot and slept facing the south last night so now i just feel like i turned my back on you.

but really, this isn't about you.


it's about how i've subscribed to the same three magazines for three years now, and every time i open them i feel like i've seen it all before. and how today is like yesterday and four days before that. it's about how i'm a repeat stuck on repeat, and we're all the same, and i'm drowning in an ocean of these fluid lies and tired eyes. this is maybe, almost completely about how my syllables sound like falsities every time i answer the phone trying to sound like i've grown up, and about how i'm hoping it's you while i'm sifting through message lists and memories.

but really, i promise, i promise this isn't about you.


it's about how i forget what i'm saying in the middle of sentences with complex compound structures. and how i'm not much at talking since i get nervous and my words stop making sense. it's about how i speak in different languages that all sounds alike or like stutters. and how you're clinging to my ribcage telling me to wait. to breathe. to smile. this is absolutely about how you're like two fingers on my wrist checking for a pulse and about how you're substituting your own sort of rhythm to the crash course soundtrack of my life.

this probably isn't about you, but maybe every other moment is.

Its truly significant that every man ever born has absolutely no memory of the most significant moment of his life-being born. Yes , some people might have had a perpetual itch at the spot where the nurse slapped them on their naked new born butt because they did not cry a few 15-30 seconds into the world. Seems birth is met with sadism and a slap on the butt. If birth is truly a holy event, heaven would be filled with wet-nurses. Unless they had Indian bureaucracy , then there would be reservations for the other backward tribes and the other bunch of people whom god never really liked. Maybe if the RSS had their way, they would make a urine dip compulsary (yes, its spelled compulsory, but this is how the Shiv Sena wants it.) requirement for new born...talk about being born in piss. The most beautiful aspect of the world is irrelevant. It isn't especially funny writing blogs that tend to go nowhere at 2 in the night....but then its equally irrelevant that this sentence is not going to end soon because I am running out of words. HMM. how do you run out of words...? funny concept,that one.and tuna tastes good. but not after 2 hours. then it gets kind of squishy.and cold. and scooters and vacations and fall.

Yesterday, the space research arm of the RSS (a hindu organisation who believe they are a secret ninja clan and are confused about why they exist) discovered cow's urine samples on the moon. After their press meet, NASA organized a mass suicide campaign for all people with an IQ above 9. Except the Chinese. They still get to be communists and believe they see the moon brightly in a day because the official government circular said so. This comes after RSS attempt at making a cold drink out of cow's urine. If only the poor cow could talk, but maybe the poop's enough for them now. Going by inside rumors, the party has decided to include making a cow Prime Minister the highlight of their next election manifesto. along with computer literacy, i-pods and public toilets with air-conditioners - for cows.......................... I always knew human rights was a joke.
Hot news today: Water makes things wet.
Weather forecasts: The sky shall been seen blue for the most part of the next century, and water shall drop from the sky in what we call the rain.(NASA had to launch a satellite and cough up around a billion dollars in funding to confirm this one. ISRO just had to spend a few hundred rupees, photocopying is still cheap.).

Misconceptions. People have misconceptions. and then they have misconceptions about their misconceptions. and misgivings. and hope. and the wired tie that should have gone down the drain but they still wear because everyone wants to look dumb once in a while. and the small inch of nail which they had been planning to clip off a day before but forgot because god decided to let it live an extra day. But nails are dead cells. like hair. protein and vitamin shampoos are never going to bring them back. they are dead. wonder where they go to, after they die all over again . The reason why people are sad is coz they over rate life but under rate everything about it. It should be the other way round. The sky could have been a million other shades of six other colors, but its blue. The birds could have croaked instead of frogs, but only frogs do. And a few humans. Music could have never happened, color could have never happened, the green grass waving in the wind under the beautiful yellow sun could have never happened. Me going emo at 12.58 pm on the 29 th of september could have never happened. But it is....the light is still beautiful and its a good life to be living. My incoherency is crying out at the flimsy uniformity of this blog. Time to say good bye.

Am I confused. Sort of. Am I always off the point. Sort of. "Sort of" is such a harmless thing to say. Sort of. It's just a filler. Sort of - it doesn't really mean anything. But after certain things, sort of means everything. Like after "I love you" or "You're going to live" or "It's a boy." I am sort of claustrophobic. I must be one of God's exemplary specimens. The living walking talking limit he was planning to have on multiple thought trains in a single head. Good for him. It works, perfectly. Why?.I am so screwed up right now I found a sequence in the patter of star distribution from the Microsoft telescope project. The norther star is a joke. I never learned anything specific from my childhood, never got the point of the whole world deal. Yes, people love to freak out when they find a spider under their mattress, but nobody has ever cared to ask what the spider felt. Don't think its a pretty fun sight watching 5-6 foot giants shrieking their lungs out just because they caught a glimpse of your marvelous legs. The spider male must be so confused, he must simply go mad at the assortment of "shapely, curvy" legs on a single female, forget checking out the whole crowd.

SOCIAL MATHEMATICS

My body's going bonkers. The temperature is falling ..WTF? Fever would have been better, but crossing over into the undead isn't fun, nor are vampire clans. But its better than last year, that was when the mercury in the thermometer took a free bungee fall to 93 degrees......bongs react pretty good to earthquakes...cap-2D and lanba placed a seismograph on a bong flubber(name with held for whatever).....they shake. My hod loves me.......been getting blasted on weekly basis now. now, danish plans to have curd with beer. Talk about bhramins going western.