I hang up on people arbitrarily. I stop replying to their messages. I have more unread messages and unchecked Facebook notifications. I have no complaints. I like the wind blowing through my hair. I like the tiny dots of light on the hills. I am at peace. I smile. I am at peace. So much dope in my blood. So much happiness within me. So much calmness in my heart. So much regurgitation. So much dope. Wind blowing my blowing. So romantic.

Peace.

Take me home.

It's so cloudy today. Some would say gloomy. But it's cold and cloudy and that is what I have learnt to connect happiness with. You won't understand what I want to express. And there's no particular word in English language to represent it and its emptiness makes me feel it more.
I listen to the band performances here,saunter about the huge malls,get happy. Only momentarily.
I recline against a bean bag and look outside the window through the glass while it rains and when I finally decide to open the window,the clouds rush in,the inconvenience seems trivial then.
She has got so much less of everything to offer and so much more to give than I could ever ask for. But she makes me happy with her green hills and her incessant rains and her pine trees that no human could ever provide for me. That's all I ask for. Where else can I walk amidst clouds?
That is where I and Ruskin Bond connect. He feels the same way for Mussorie as I do for Shillong.
Thank you Mr. Bond for writing.

(and a cheesy line: Shillong come to me,if I can't come to thee. That's the best I can ever rhyme.)

If only. :'(

Only if this smarty pants were to be 30 years younger,I wouldn't be searching for a date all over the galaxy.No aliens for me,no dumbass for me,only smart ass.Features you?Contact me.
But no,you must be married,engaged,gay,etc.Do me a favour?Just die!

Doodle 8:Crushed.

And what happens if you see someone uber-cool?

This is the second...errm...romantic fling.The first wasn't a fling,or a bad choice,or a case of getting ditched or ditching or the term called relationship for that matter.Nothing was wrong there except myself.I have never embarassed myself so much in my life and I donot regret it.Also,i have learnt not to learn from my past mistakes so I haven't forgotten anything,haven't moved on,haven't cursed,etc.

So,whatever,this is the second.The difference is,he is beyond the coolest limit of appearing cool.You'll feel like being in a deep freezer,he's tall,he's much older than me and we don't know each other and are never going to see each other.

He wore a decent shirt with green[a nice soothing green] pinstripes all over,nice jeans.He wore his pants on his waist well above his *ahem* dick. :D No bling.A watch and a cigar in his hand,the other had a malboro packet.Clean shaven.Fair.Nice hair,unkempt though..AND HE IS THE COOLEST BONG I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY WHOLE LIFE!Literally,i mean it!He is a bong i know it,his face said it and his friend's face also said it.In all probability his surname is Sen or Bannerjee or Chatterjee or...Purkayastha.Generally,people with those surnames look a li'l too different.He's 20-21 years old...i guess.Roughly,he looked like this.


I drooled at him for 5 whole minutes,maybe with my tongue out,saliva dripping down,like a hungry dog.But I didn't do it first,I was staring at crow which looked electrocuted and then I turn around and see that some uber-cool person is staring.For all i know,it must have been the crow that he was staring at,but I'm just pleased to have seen him face to face.I thanked the crow and thanked God,even 15 seconds will work out fine,I swear!Possibilities are,I'll never see him again,he's committed,he wants to be a priest,I'll be a nun,everyone else will go to pubs,everyone!Fraands,friends,best friends,cousins,neighbours,best neighbours,dumbass classmates,don classmates,digital friends,digital love,digital brother,biological sister,possibly my doggie too,every friggin person i'm associated with.
D'oh!Please good Lord,let the image stay behind for a few more days,please!Only a few more days.

Nice dreams,I've been getting but the face gets blurred with each day passing by.

Khay,bye.

Signed with love,forever true.-J

Friends,Lovers and Yetis...

~SASQUATCH~

~YETI~


Fair skinned Lovers,this is for you,though I'm not sure if any exists.
Dear White-skinned Lover(s),since you know it (now) that yetis can look cute,though they have a Gorkha dagger in their left hands (as in the 2nd picture),you'll be referred to as Yeti now[^_^].
You can always get a chilled drink for you and for me with the snow [in your right hand].
AND since I'm brown you can call me sasquatch,though I could do with a lighter shade of brown.
I have a chainsaw in my hand,so don't stray for other Cutequatches.




Okhay,enough of infinite stupidity,blame the pink blog of Niyara.

Stormy Morning Blues And DEEP DEEP Crimson's'

Rain Clouds in the sky,
I don't know why
They make me blue,
When I'm thinking of you
Maybe they want to cry,
As I walk on by Hiding my tears, in a world of good byes

Love during summer rain,
Causes no pain 'cause I'm looking back,
At you once again,
Memories crowding my mind,
You're one of a kind,
Life with out love, I'm helpless I'm dying.

Try to smile once again,

As they slash in my window pain
I quiet like that,
I don't mind I've got no complaint

Rain drops and dance, strange kind of romance
I don't know why whether to cry out loud,

But I'm feeling fine watching the rythm of the rain falling down

Rain falling around, it's just the sound I like to hear,

When my heart's feeling down.

A lot of wind.Strong wind,slapping at your face.

Blowing through the window.

Papers,curtains and clothes flying around,like kites...

and then,summer storm.

Clicked.Saved.For some other stormy day.

I seem to have a strong affinity for red and silver sparkle hearts,did I mention?

I'll teach that to my kids[as well]---the ones who'll live in a orphanage that I'll take care of,

when I get into the sorority congregration.

I'm putting up lyrics of an awesome Indian song,along the dreamy dreamy romantic pictures.

Am I not romantic?HELL YEA!I have superfluous romanticism in me.I'll show you when I be a Mother,like Mother Teresa.

I find romanticism in my fathomless solitude,in a stormy day.An animated loneliness at night.Separation.Blogs in black much like ladies in black or Men In Black[part I,II *i lie!i lie!*]

The pathos I create in your mind,everytime I say "Even that dumbass went out for a lunch date,yesterday!" :D

The disdainfulness I show at inferior creatures.Mocking and laughing at people,I won't give up.

When I spend hours laughing and mocking at myself,it does justice to my nature when I do that to you.>>>>>Romanticism.More like Scornful Romanticism.

I'd also find it romantic if you'd not make that 'WTF'-look while reading it and would not gracefully swear at me,silently. Just make it short,as they say brevity is the soul of wit.

Brevity>>>romantic. :)

Aww,don't stay down,they'll have a wholesale market for you and for me,someday.

:)

Cheerio!

When I'm Blanked Out.

I entreat you Mr.God,to give them half an eye to figure out what it is about.
Reader,[no reader for me]i'm sad.Boo!
Some moron pilfered my confidence,my IQ,my self-respect,my heart.Too petty a thief he is.The biggest moron ever,he's got perfect acuity,he's got a nice li'l head,possibly everything I don't possess,so not flawless,so spiteful,so dominating,so like an Indian male,and yet so likeable.Pilferage?That too what's not of your kind?
Mr.God,don't uplift me beyond my hopes.
B'bye :)

A day well spent...

This post,is not gonna be a sarcastic post or even a laughable one.So if you think my humour-graph is downward sloping,so be it!
This day was well spent,starting with awesome silky hair,correctly solved Differentiation,reading someone else's love letter and presenting the critical appreciation to the clean shaven guy[who got suspected to have removed his hair by Anne French]who had written it.Attending the AWESOM-EST party of the year,assuring people about my ethnicity,talking a lot and spending a lot of time with...yea whatever.Getting appreciative comments for a nice face[the hall had dim lights],and "CUTE!CUTE!CUTE!CUTE" assuring comments,again spending a whole evening with...yea whatever.
Laughing at the blatant frank avowal of...yea whatever.Making you google avowal :D
Forgetting to take the camera.
Telling mom about the leaked love letter and realizing thus,ugly or pretty out of 48 students in my class 41 has a boy friend to think about,while I fall among the leftovers,because of the list of criteria.
Getting my photos clicked in...yea whatever's camera,and then deciding to meet again to see the pictures,just for the sake of it.
.........And Boom!back to square one. ):

Cheerio!

p.s.-i forgot to warn you:this is pathetically boring. :D

Emotional Shit-Part 2

He is "a certain kind of Indian male, overbearing, vain, self-centred - yet, for all that, not unlikeable".......

Happy Transaction Day

Emotional Shit-Part 1

....And the train rolled on,every day
Hundreds of people coming or going or running away
Goodbye,Goodbye!
I haven't seen you again,bright boy at the carriage window,
Waving to me calling,
But I've loved you all these years and looked for you everywhere,
In citites and villages,beside the sea,
In the mountains,in crowds at distant places;
Returning always to the forest's silence,
To watch the windows of some passing train....