I am fab ..fabulous not fabricated

“The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A Death! What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you're too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating......



and you finish off as an orgasm.”

5:30 AM .. the buzzer is shrilling, reluctant, I tear myself out of the cozy confines, start of another week, monday blues never seem to end till the whiff of fresh coffee hits the nostrils, Gorgeous day !:) I peek out in the balcony, still dark and quiet, I breathe ... Thank you!... everyone. The prayer is small ...

So many things to do, I never get a minute of calm, yet I have the time to talk to friends, laugh, observe, the small garden, can recognize every flower every leaf, watch them grow and die ...i breathe ... I am still alive !.

Absolutely hate the coffee shop around the corner.. its scrumptious , a battle everyday not to give in to the apple pie, calorie conscious, Hate it ... inhale deeply the intoxication ..

Want the fur, the boots, and everyhting i don't have, laugh at the futility, concoct, the adaptation of the "dream" and determined to endeavour .. as long as i live ...

I am selfish, everyday and everything runs around my life ...

Am a loner , life of the party, and everything you would ever want :).. but cannot have .. :)


There is a lot to me , things i cannot tell things i would not tell but how much time do you have anyways ? If lots then something is wrong, there is too much to do!! Dont oblige me with this precious gift , I seldom return in this regard.... I have no "reason " why should anyone read " about me" right now .... tedious contemplations and severe perseverance required ... right now NONE !

Change is inevitable , except , where u really want it -- Anger and Helplessness --Sometimes, I Change everyhting possible, with no cognition. Unpredictable repercussions ... Something that I should Change, AWARE ...atleast ..

"It was on a bitterly cold and frosty morning during the winter of '97 that I was awakened by a tugging at my shoulder. It was Holmes. The candle in his hand shone upon his eager, stooping face and told me at a glance that something was amiss. "Come, Watson, come!" he cried. "The game is afoot. Not a word! Into your clothes and come!" Ten minutes later we were both in a cab and rattling through the silent streets on our way to Charing Cross Station. The first faint winter's dawn was beginning to appear, and we could dimly see the occasional figure of an early workman as he passed us, blurred and indistinct in the opalescent London reek. Holmes nestled in silence into his heavy coat, and I was glad to do the same, for the air was most bitter and neither of us had broken our fast. It was not until we had consumed some hot tea at the station, and taken our places in the Kentish train, that we were sufficiently thawed, he to speak and I to listen. Holmes drew a note from his pocket and read it aloud:-- ............"



Sherlock Holmes romanticized grey winter morning, hot bubbling teas, chill wild london wind, impressioned on my 8 year old mind with a effect, so much so, I would spend many a days, day dreaming about wearing long coats, fighting the cold wind.Especially when the temperature outside, was soaring upto 42 degrees,imprisoned in the unbearable, populated DTC bus of Delhi, the life line for many college goers surving on Rs 25 for 3 month buspass, only to be awakened by the loud uproars between the conductor and the passengers fighting over a 2 rupees ticket.Today I walked through my dream, the romantic grey winter morning, bliss.....But.... I missed my Watson ....I missed the old associations , I missed Delhi and like I always say ..."I miss the essence of loving it and hating it at the same time".