This is the era of the undead. The creatures of the night are back. Not that we ever left, we have been around way before the oldest human but this time our presence is extremely difficult to ignore. We are improved versions of our former selves but that has not affected our attractiveness. Instinctively we are bad, and bad is good.
Some of us have rings which help us walk in broad daylight just as you do. There are others who are not harmed by the sun at all. They avoid it only because their skin sparkles and might give you humans a complex.
I have not glamoured or compelled (whichever one you understand, if you don't then we will come and show you how it's done), the person writing this blog. She is already in love with our kind. So she just let me write this one post for her. She tells me that her blog is the least famous, but we don't like making a show of things ourselves.
We talk to you haters. You are silly mortals and you talk silly. When we will bare our fangs, you will not know where to run. Some of us are mind readers we will know where you are the moment you think about it. We hang out with foreseers so we will know where you will be even before you know.
We stand up for those who like us. Ask Bella, Sookie or Elena they belong to these times. So keep your hate to yourself and stop bothering those who don't agree with you. If you do, we will take the pleasure of ripping your heads apart. We don't want your blood. Sure it sucks.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
TROUBLE IS AN END
This year seems to have slowed down. The rate at which it started it should have been Oct 2011 by now. But I guess it suddenly wants to enjoy itself. The last few days it has. What a pain!
This brings me to my new theory and like always it is so true. Whenever something is coming close to an end, it gives more trouble. The other way to put it is when something starts troubling you a lot, you know it is going to end. Take a few minutes and turn this over in your head. The good part is that now we at least have a sign which will tell us things are going to end.
Easiest example is death. We become more troublesome as we approach death. Pain, stubbornness, illness, it all heightens before everything ends forever. Am sure you will have arguments to nullify this. But I am not saying there aren't any exceptions.
Pick up a thriller or a movie. All the problems hit you one after the other and you know its time for the end. Even pain for that, when it reaches its highest point and becomes unbearable you know it has no option but to end.
Lets find more stuff:
School: Before the term ends you have exams and board exams before school is finally over.
Relationships: (not an expert but generalizing): Horrible fights and boughts of doubts and mistrust before you finally call it off
Ketchup bottle: You know it's getting over when you have to shake and shake to get whatever is in it to move.
Soap: The dying soap bar will slip out of your hand and make you chase it on the floor.
Pregnancy: It ends with labour pains which lead to the beginning of another pain.
Shit: It takes all your energy to get rid of it (ie if you are constipated). The last shot is the toughest one and then it's done for the day.
The last crunch: You breathe in, your muscles revolt, your sides hurt, but you have to do it. Phew! and it's over.
Now am going to spend all my waking hours even the non waking ones think of what else can go up on my list. If you have come with me so far, am sure you can't but help thinking of more classic cases. Or it might get you thinking about situations which led to some kind of an end.
In case you do come up with something, leave it on my page. Please! am not forcing people to comment on my post. How lame is that. I will write even if you comment asking me to stop.
Remember, things, people give you more trouble before they end. :)
This brings me to my new theory and like always it is so true. Whenever something is coming close to an end, it gives more trouble. The other way to put it is when something starts troubling you a lot, you know it is going to end. Take a few minutes and turn this over in your head. The good part is that now we at least have a sign which will tell us things are going to end.
Easiest example is death. We become more troublesome as we approach death. Pain, stubbornness, illness, it all heightens before everything ends forever. Am sure you will have arguments to nullify this. But I am not saying there aren't any exceptions.
Pick up a thriller or a movie. All the problems hit you one after the other and you know its time for the end. Even pain for that, when it reaches its highest point and becomes unbearable you know it has no option but to end.
Lets find more stuff:
School: Before the term ends you have exams and board exams before school is finally over.
Relationships: (not an expert but generalizing): Horrible fights and boughts of doubts and mistrust before you finally call it off
Ketchup bottle: You know it's getting over when you have to shake and shake to get whatever is in it to move.
Soap: The dying soap bar will slip out of your hand and make you chase it on the floor.
Pregnancy: It ends with labour pains which lead to the beginning of another pain.
Shit: It takes all your energy to get rid of it (ie if you are constipated). The last shot is the toughest one and then it's done for the day.
The last crunch: You breathe in, your muscles revolt, your sides hurt, but you have to do it. Phew! and it's over.
Now am going to spend all my waking hours even the non waking ones think of what else can go up on my list. If you have come with me so far, am sure you can't but help thinking of more classic cases. Or it might get you thinking about situations which led to some kind of an end.
In case you do come up with something, leave it on my page. Please! am not forcing people to comment on my post. How lame is that. I will write even if you comment asking me to stop.
Remember, things, people give you more trouble before they end. :)
Thursday, September 9, 2010
THRONE THEORY
Big ideas or even small ones always strike on the throne. They hit you when you are helpless and depend on your dying ability to remember things. I believe I have a logic to explain this idea striking on throne phenomenon. Of course I will explain, even if you don't care. This is my blog and my words rule here.
Every time we sit on that grand throne we sit to give out something from within. It might be in any form but all of it goes out, it leaves us. As a result of this there is a vacuum. When something old goes, something new steps in to take it's place.
Shit or pee leaves you, ideas strike you. They are fresh and new, coming because the old has left you and there is place and scope for change.
Bereft of ideas, creativity imagination? Chuck the pot and hit the throne. Am already on the way to my queendom.
Every time we sit on that grand throne we sit to give out something from within. It might be in any form but all of it goes out, it leaves us. As a result of this there is a vacuum. When something old goes, something new steps in to take it's place.
Shit or pee leaves you, ideas strike you. They are fresh and new, coming because the old has left you and there is place and scope for change.
Bereft of ideas, creativity imagination? Chuck the pot and hit the throne. Am already on the way to my queendom.
Friday, August 27, 2010
SPARKLING NEAT SHINING CLEAN
Oh no! She is back again. The world has been trying to drug me with lazy pills but I have fought them to come back and write for those who miss me. Well honestly the ones who miss me have been missing forever.
The world is one big mess. Not like it has an option.
Imagine a sparkling neat and shining clean glass bowl. Such a beauty. Then imagine someone pouring condensed milk into it. Next one pours some thick chocolate sauce. Then comes some mayonnaise, followed by some yougurt, mango milkshake, custard, thick tomato soup and mustard sauce.
Now think of the bowl again. Yuck it's greasy and dirty. It should have burst because of all these contrasting ingredients. But it stays. Bears it all. Thinks of the days when it used to be a sparkling neat and shining clean bowl.
This is not some chef's secret recipe. Please don't try this at home. Actually, try and tell me how it tastes, i.e. if you live after eating it.
Didn't get it. There is nothing wrong in being slow. I respect slow people because I am quite slow myself. This will not change anyone's life. There is no need to hurry. You will get it eventually. Take it easy. The world is a mess you might slip if you hurry here.
The world is one big mess. Not like it has an option.
Imagine a sparkling neat and shining clean glass bowl. Such a beauty. Then imagine someone pouring condensed milk into it. Next one pours some thick chocolate sauce. Then comes some mayonnaise, followed by some yougurt, mango milkshake, custard, thick tomato soup and mustard sauce.
Now think of the bowl again. Yuck it's greasy and dirty. It should have burst because of all these contrasting ingredients. But it stays. Bears it all. Thinks of the days when it used to be a sparkling neat and shining clean bowl.
This is not some chef's secret recipe. Please don't try this at home. Actually, try and tell me how it tastes, i.e. if you live after eating it.
Didn't get it. There is nothing wrong in being slow. I respect slow people because I am quite slow myself. This will not change anyone's life. There is no need to hurry. You will get it eventually. Take it easy. The world is a mess you might slip if you hurry here.
Monday, July 26, 2010
HIDE and SEEK
Have you heard of inspiration?
I have been looking for her station.
A face, a line, some moment in time,
something that brings out the perfect rhyme.
The search is driving me to desperation,
What is it that will bring her to me?
A prayer, a ritual or something more tangible.
The corner of a street,
the ice cream shop.
A window in my house,
she is no where to be found.
In lanes shadowed by trees,
the clear flowing stream.
In the smile of a child,
she is missing every time.
Singing birds with coloured beaks,
their songs don't seek her for me.
Every single beautiful sunrise,
leaves her somewhere behind.
She has to be there,
waiting to be found.
In another stream,a dream,
or just hiding in me.
I have been looking for her station.
A face, a line, some moment in time,
something that brings out the perfect rhyme.
The search is driving me to desperation,
What is it that will bring her to me?
A prayer, a ritual or something more tangible.
The corner of a street,
the ice cream shop.
A window in my house,
she is no where to be found.
In lanes shadowed by trees,
the clear flowing stream.
In the smile of a child,
she is missing every time.
Singing birds with coloured beaks,
their songs don't seek her for me.
Every single beautiful sunrise,
leaves her somewhere behind.
She has to be there,
waiting to be found.
In another stream,a dream,
or just hiding in me.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Friday, July 9, 2010
PAINT IT RED
When you are very close to a dream, you do not want to open your eyes. What if the dream disappears and does not come back again?
That's exactly how Spain's dream run has been. I don't want to move from the couch at home. What if Germany scores? What if the referee loses it and gives one of the Spanish players a red card? No way I can't move!
If you are going to tell me "Oh! you like Spain because of all the good looking men?" I won't tell you anything but I will surely smack a Puyol like header into your face!
You probably belong to that category of men who think watching and playing football is their birth right. Reality check dude: It's the game and it's called a Beautiful Game. Keep your dumb machoism out of it.
At times I have to pinch myself. Spain is in the final. Spain is in the finals? OH MY GOD! SPAIN IS IN THE FINALS!
Yes they are in the finals and will surely win if they continue to play the way they have so far. If this is the reaction of someone who has never been to Nepal, forget Spain, or spoken a word of Spanish, imagine what must be happening to the those who live in that country.
Euphoria. That's what you feel when you get to something you have been denied for decades. And they have all the right to feel this way.
For years Spain has been that team which should have made it to the finals and won. They are the only team which became world no. 1 without reaching a single World cup final, forget about winning the World Cup.
But now they have finally come to the finals and God willing or should I say Paul willing they will lift the most precious piece of gold by the end of this week.
I don't know about their opponents but the Spanish game mesmerises me. The passes are so well synchronised, its almost like a very well choreographed dance. Perhaps the opponents get dazzled too. How can you disrupt it? Its so beautiful. Just keep watching them move the ball around so deftly so artistically. Its a pleasure.
No one deserves the Cup more than this inspired lot of players. Like their coach Vicente Del Bosque says every player in this team is a Lionel Messi who performs and of course there is David Villa. His gesture to the spectators after he scored Spain's first goal against Honduras said it all.
Loss to Switzerland was in some other era. For now this is just the beginning. The closing will be grand and red. I am waiting to savour some Spanish Orang(j)e juice.
That's exactly how Spain's dream run has been. I don't want to move from the couch at home. What if Germany scores? What if the referee loses it and gives one of the Spanish players a red card? No way I can't move!
If you are going to tell me "Oh! you like Spain because of all the good looking men?" I won't tell you anything but I will surely smack a Puyol like header into your face!
You probably belong to that category of men who think watching and playing football is their birth right. Reality check dude: It's the game and it's called a Beautiful Game. Keep your dumb machoism out of it.
At times I have to pinch myself. Spain is in the final. Spain is in the finals? OH MY GOD! SPAIN IS IN THE FINALS!
Yes they are in the finals and will surely win if they continue to play the way they have so far. If this is the reaction of someone who has never been to Nepal, forget Spain, or spoken a word of Spanish, imagine what must be happening to the those who live in that country.
Euphoria. That's what you feel when you get to something you have been denied for decades. And they have all the right to feel this way.
For years Spain has been that team which should have made it to the finals and won. They are the only team which became world no. 1 without reaching a single World cup final, forget about winning the World Cup.
But now they have finally come to the finals and God willing or should I say Paul willing they will lift the most precious piece of gold by the end of this week.
I don't know about their opponents but the Spanish game mesmerises me. The passes are so well synchronised, its almost like a very well choreographed dance. Perhaps the opponents get dazzled too. How can you disrupt it? Its so beautiful. Just keep watching them move the ball around so deftly so artistically. Its a pleasure.
No one deserves the Cup more than this inspired lot of players. Like their coach Vicente Del Bosque says every player in this team is a Lionel Messi who performs and of course there is David Villa. His gesture to the spectators after he scored Spain's first goal against Honduras said it all.
Loss to Switzerland was in some other era. For now this is just the beginning. The closing will be grand and red. I am waiting to savour some Spanish Orang(j)e juice.
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