Rita's Diary

Hey Rita,

Read a page out of your diary the other day,

Dint know you wanted to leave,

Wanted to go on a little trip down hill,

On the self made sledge,

Hammered down nail by nail,

Plank by plank coming apart

Down the deadman's hill...

Hey Rita!!! 

Why didn’t you mention

You were generously giving away

All your possessions?

Letting go off mortal passions,

To follow Hansel's bread crumbs,

To the witches confectionary,

To fight her, and take her place...

Hey Rita!!

Dint know you write,

Even the suicide note of your lover was written by you

While he died in your arms, you smiled.

You placed that dagger in his hands.

He pleaded, while you seized his hands to slash,

Led him to his penance perchance...

Hey Rita!

How come you battled;

All those demons of yesterday?

What made you the goddess yourself?

How come you left your diary behind;

In tatters,

Was it for me to piece together?

Did you ever read your old diaries again?

Went back the dreggy alleyways and

Held tight the arms the skeletons of your closet?

Have they clutched back at you?

Pressed the wrong places?

Have you been aroused?

Made love to them?

where you lead

a tag by miss gitanjali
just thought might do this....seems to be interesting and fun.....lets start this and see whether my shuffle is as spooky as madam lal's ....

The rules of the tag are thus -Rules:
1. Put your MP3 player on shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write the name of the song no matter what. No cheating!

IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY?” YOU SAY?
ain't talking (bob dylan) : yeah i might....specially since im clueless about what's 'okay' and whats not...i leave it to my faculty and they generally say NO

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
mr. tambourine man. (bob dylan): again....yeah this is kinda spooky... yeah i am really not sleepy its 2 in the morning...

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
tujhse naaraaz nahi zindagi (gulzar, pancham... movie:masoom): huh??? i dunno which way to take this one....

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
not the doctor (alanis morisette) : definitely not....i hate the whole clan...

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
numb (linkin park): hey!!! im not a drug addict... that's something i dont want to do....

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
aint no sunshine (bill withers) : hah! that was about a year and a half ago.... hey! i know im in love but sun shines on..


WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
ironic (alanis) : for the love of god!!!....now this thing knows my friends too....i end up doing a lot of ironic things

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
exodus (evanescence) : yay...im soon about to take one....in another 10 days....wait for the next post

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
biggest and the best (clawfinger) : hopw obviously correct...and they say technology cant have the godly touch...this is more psychic than all other things put together

WHAT IS 2+2?
trippin on a hole in a paper (stone temple pilots) : hmmmm! yeah thats what i will end up doin on a more complicated piece of mathematics.

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
knocking on heaven's door (g n' r) : yeah i have many best friends but the one im thinking about right now is already in heaven and the second one is making great plans to go up there...

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
rock you like a hurricane (scorpions): i sincerely wish...

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
soldier of fortune (deep purple) : mmmm....guess i'll always be a soldier of fortune...that doesnt bring any sunshines in my life..

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
i dont wanna miss a thing (aerosmith) : if i just go by the title ...yeah i dont wanna miss a thing of my life....
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
the first cut is the deepest (cat stevens) : ummm... yeah thats what i think everytime i decide to ask him out. will i ever be able to forget.

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
mr farmer (the seeds) : yeah i would have to be one soon if i dont take care of the way my career is going...

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
tumhe ho na ho (mujhko to itna yakin hai... mujhe pyaar tumse nahi hai nahi hai)...oh dearest shreyas sharma....u need to read this post. i am gonna have a arranged marraige???i was planning on elopin...!!!

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
with arms wide open (creed) : spooky scary...i dont want to do this anymore.... i was planning my suicide this way

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
journey to a star (lemongrass:budha bar) hey! thats the second time this pod pott wants to call me a druggie...high time i take my coke trip...snuff....

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
baby i want you (bread) : yeah! still miss him....and miss a lot of other people...sighj

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
changes (david bowie) : voila!!! revelation....yeah they keep changing...

WHAT SHOULD YOU POST THIS AS?
where you lead (carole king) : i wanna lead....this is so not fair....but then thats a hidden secret


this was fun....try it....really.....its funny and facebookishly accurate

backward trail

this blog seems to go backwards... i started with the latest adventure n i have to go backwards... well introduction to the assholes has already happenned on my other blog "wishes" so u may read it there...im not bothering to copy paste that link to this blog....



i am named fatmosphere...but also have been appreciated for the god gifted ability to be the softest cushion ever....

that is really well used by all of them.....specially the bounce back factor...ive been hit by the football square on where it shouldnt have hit...no apologies came through. ive been hit by a wet shirt...

people just plain jump on me coz i seem to be a good mattress and a block to a hit on a hard surface. then ofcourse im a good biting surface...i have learnt a lesson....bite back before u get bitten...and i have to have to do something about my ticklish properties. its an amazing weapon for my friends. they just pin me down and tickle me.... for pete's sake.....save me!

its strange wen u keep hearing about a certain person on and off and u really get curious about that guy and want to meet him. so much so that u feel as if u know this person and he is a long lost friend. "arjun" be his name....and i have heard, now, about a million anecdotes of all the bulldog games and the morning walks and the mud fights and his tremendous energies on the field... now i really gotta meet him.... its more than due.

new stories coming up...in order of randomness

1. the trip to TSG 2, CP, panchkuyia, gaffar market...and bak...

2. rishikesh special mention to all the harkaten.... dahi chawal and drunk "trust me's"

3. the various expeditions to palika... the plans of counter strike in cp

4. bluff masters... the tarikas of the bash bros

5. the bites and the ball aims

6. the long walks early mornings...

7. sneak out preview

ummm dont wait...laziness has crept into me

of murderers and murderous intents

This post has been long due....

one of those posts where i had to write about the various expeditions of the brothers....
so let's start with the latest one....

One fine sunday morning we all go on a trip downtown, i mean to the posh south delhi nook called Shahpur Jat to find a certain custom made shoe store called "The Shoe Garage" for the great mr bonny bose... and a gang of 6 tries to fit in the car.

so after an eventful car ride we took a walk down the hot sunny road of shahpur jat... to the closed doors of TSG. getting a few of choicest galis... having cigarettes and coke..... and then walking down to the house of a groggy, shocked, and a little dazed Haider Faraz to exchange some anime....

we the poor souls had no idea of what (or rather who) is gonna hit us...

what hit us was a man (funny looking..but that was not supposed to be a surprise considering it is haider's house) with a very strong notion about why women don't smoke in front of him in his sheher... and then of course there went a round of questioning as to why people smoke (gam bhulane ke liye bhai) what topped it all was the fact that rock music comes from the great country called italy, influenced from Mussolini, where rockers break their guitars on stage, and 'white powdery substance' comes out from it, making all the fellow head-bangers bang their heads even more crazily"
i dint know that, and i now am totally against rock considering the fact that it was hitler who publicised it. and of course rock has been the main cause of all the destruction in the world and also might lead to armageddon. oh my god! i was such a misled soul. i just dint know that the rock movement back in the 60's; was a antithesis of what it always portrayed. they were just getting followers, now i am a peace loving, himesh fan and hence forth will try singing only bappi da numbers...."sone nehi, chendi nehi, pyer to mile, arre pyer kerle"


it was then that a certain someone started freaking out, decided it was time to go and search for the eternal soul saving cigarette. and saved haider and consequently andy 'the tampon' Ganguly to also come out. how was i to know that more disaster would befall the poor souls of the unsuspecting brother clan. and hence came a time wen i had to say "shit, im really sorry guys" ...the man stripped!!!

yeah...stripped...i swear to god "stripped" in front of 4 other scared men... no he was not gay nor a nude society member...he was barking mad... ok yeah before u start feeling really sorry for the homophobic men im talking about, he dint go stark naked... i'm sure they would commit suicide there and then if he had. they almost ran off a la jailhouse escape... called us up...more explicit galis to poor aparna...warned haider against other to-be disasters... got into the car and sped back home... while imagining what they might have done in their previous hindu births to deserve this.

following day
1. he was mad (how more obvious)
2. he was a murderer trying to escape the cops
3. thank god we are all alive....

random bitchiness

im in a fuck all mood. and there is no apparent reason....

with my brother being one of the gang now...it seems that i cant even go into the regular hiding... i will be traced out....

he was the one, the perfect one.
the one who i wanted him to be.
the imperfections were perfect.
the madness and the strength,
the scars which never explained the tenderness.
or the touch that never sufficed his he spirit.

the perfect voice, which cannot sing;
his stupid narcissism, thinking for someone else.
the perfect intensity that can never be held.
in the anger and in the vain look,
in even the devils smile and the saintly innocence,

he was the one the perfect one,
with poetry written on him,
ones i could trace out with my fingers
running all over him, and beneathe,
almost in his blood,
playing in his head over and over,
one i could hear if i put my head on his chest,
playing with his heartbeat...

the perfect laughs that could be laughed,
on evenings spent on random thoughts
on finding perfectness in imperfections.
on passions unexplored,
on unexplored passions.
on childish fetishes
of cherries and chocolates
and of witty remarks.
on running wild, untamed..
on holding back and taking it slow.
instinctively.
in the blind

the right time....

in perfect anticipation of the madness
in randomness of wants
in anticipation of the perfect
in thoughts untold
just done thoughts
in gypsy trips and unfound roads...
in not dancing to the tune,
in being a step away from the perfect
in questions asked and unanswered
in instinctive drunkenness
in genius and skepticisms
in normalcy and life

vis-a-vis

in wanting to be ideal
in wanting to be as is
in general access
in losing out
in jargons of jitters
in being the sinful devil
in bringing the worst in me
in plunging in
in role reversals
having a way with words
using flowery language in my poetry full of bull crap
in strength
in being weak

in random dives and scaling the mountains

we need to wait

waiting....

p.s. reading nothing, watching paranoia agent, listening to coldplay, sufi, r.e.m

The Almighty

"Trust me, I will take you through the rains and the storms".
"Who are you?"
"The One who is responsible for your existence, for what is called love, for the rains and the storms."
"Ha! Rains and storms and love all have the same source! You cannot be God can You? The God who immerses us in the rain of love, and who drowns us in the storms of life, how can You, oh my, have a dual personality varying from one extreme to another?"
"The rains of love, I cannot give you alone. For you might emerge a better God of the rain of love. You may not emerge a better benefactor for delivering the storms of life..."