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You step out on the open road, you see this one person making all the noise. The incessant laughter, the merry talks, the joker in your circus -- that's all me. You take a look around, and laugh, and then wonder how irritating, and in-your-face can he be -- that's all me. You might tolerate him, you might understand him; but you'll never be able to miss him -- that's all me. A li'l 'ere, a li'l there; the story doesn't change. You move ahead.. And Yesterday maintains its status quo. So on, so on.. And, the moment you patiently break through the high walls, and step inside the deep thoughts, you learn that the outside show is just a masquerade; a reason for everyone to believe that the world is at peace with itself -- that's all me. A reason for you to believe that a life of love, peace, beauty, forgiveness, hope, friendship, and redemption does exist. A life where the only thought that you share, is laughter -- that's all me. And then, it all comes out in writing...

Thursday, January 12, 2012

The Clock Strikes Twelve

I called her up to wish her a happy 19. I was fourteen hours late. Omega.

20th December, 2010. My first test just ended. I was standing in the cold. It was cold as the north should be. And foggy. And invisible.

My friend had just recognised the old spice on me.

My love was busy elsewhere.

"Remember me to the one who lived there;
She once was a true love of mine."

I called Her up.

"Happy birthday." I wasn't late; I was just on time. "Thank you."

"Sorry, I didn't call you at night."
"Yeah, I know. You don't do that."

Why?

I have this strange theory of never calling anyone up at twelve. Nobody knows why. But, you. You, yeah. When you call someone to wish them at dot twelve, what does that mean? Does that mean they've turned twelve at the turn of the hour? No! The probability of them being born at that very second, or rather minute, (yeah, let's deal with minutes) is 0.000694. What does it mean then? The date of the Happy one's birth is here. So? If twelve other people call up at the same time, how is Mr./Ms. H going to answer them all? Unless that's all you want to do, and cut the call. If you want to talk, call late. I want to talk. I call late.

But, you don't have the excitement anymore when I call you. Late.

If I love you, I'll call you late into the night.
If I like you, I'll call you early into the night.
If I must wish you, I'll call at the turn of the hour.
If I don't, I won't.

If I really love you, I'll not wish you. :)

Unless you're a girl. The girl.

Monday, January 9, 2012

Scent Of A Man

I'd put on my favourite, old scent again. 20th December, 2010. It was cold like the north should be. And foggy. And invisible. My first test just ended. I hadn't had time to bathe in the preparation, or the inclination in the cold. I didn't bother to wear any scent either. Many, many days!

20th December, 2010. I put on my old scent again.

I was standing in the courtyard, talking to my friend.

She recognised the scent.


"You've put it after a long time." ["Hoo-aah!"]

I was intrigued.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

2012: Resolved.

Not be lazy.
Schedule: Follow your own rules.
Read the news daily.
Sleep well.
Eat less.
Hit the gym. Play football.
Classroom: Pay attention; take notes.
Write. Blog.
Read books.
Watch movies.
No back-talking.
Drink/smoke less.