Depression over the bay of Bengal

Can you hear the sounds of silence,
When you are by yourself?
Can you hear a clock ticking,
And the beat of your heart?

Isn't it funny these times
When you wouldn't reach for a pen
To write
When you wouldn't switch on the TV
To watch
When you wouldn't see humor
In a joke
When you so fucking want to use the F word
And so fucking frequently?

What is this state of being?
What do you have to say about it?
It was you who made us
Hasn't it happened to thee?

'O!petulant mortal!',came a voice from above
'You haven't seen much
Of what I have seen.
It pays to be patient
That is what I have been.'

'It was one day when
I wouldn't reach for a pen to write,
I wouldn't switch on the TV to watch,
I wouldn't see humor in a joke,
I so fucking felt like the F word myself,
And so fucking frequently,
That I made thee!'

Note to the reader:The writer of this piece says, "Better luck with the coin toss!"

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Why

Sometimes low sometimes high,
A different emotion every time.
Sometimes thoughtful sometimes blank
This melange, I wonder why.

Sometimes shallow sometimes deep,
At times strong sometimes weak
A messy head wavering feet
Ever so often I wander the streets

Why is it so fickle?
Why can't things be more simple.
Sometimes sure sometimes not,
Back to a familiar story of sorts.

A snowy evening

Ah! Life seemed to brighten up on a dark evening. And suddenly everything seemed perfect!
I picked a nice milk chocolate and headed for the balcony. It had started snowing. Somehow, the flakes of snow winding past in the light of neon street lights made my day. I had to go out, but alone. The last thing on my mind was look for company.
Confetti on an uneventful day was ironic I thought. Well, I won't complain!
The melancholy melody of Carla Bruni(http://www.last.fm/music/Carla+Bruni) was waiting to get out of my head. It felt like a walk in a artsy French movie where the protogonist decides to hell with the world and takes a walk on a snowy evening.

Before mundane worries begin to bother me,
I thought it out this very day.
Noon upon the clock,
A man may put pretence away
Who leans upon a stick,
May sing, and sing until he drop,
Whether to maid or hag:
I carry the sun in a golden cup,
The moon in a silver bag.

A hot summer day

On times I write,
On those good times!
They are great alright,
But there's more than that meets the eye!

Life is good on a cool autumn day,
Sunny and all and colours gay.
For the trees though, it is chilly,
Yet they lose their skin when colours play!

I much prefer, a hot summer day,
A scorching sun and colours pale.
For the trees though, it is a merry day,
With a glint on their face when colours fade!

Good times they come
Loads of smiles they bring and then they go.
Bad times they come when that smile stretches from left ear to right
They take that smile away though but leave you far wise!

Retrospective: First days in Lausanne

After huffing and puffing outside our guest house, I entered the lobby area. It was really neat! What wasn't was the lady at the reception informing us that our dorm was in the second floor and there was no lift! "Wtf!!!Is this some endurance test or what?"



I was so dead when we reached the dorm! After resting for some time, I made way for the huge suitcases in the corner of the room (the dorm was really small). There was a nice french window overlooking the town of lausanne. This was quite a nice view as I soon found out.



Another funny thing about this guest house we had booked was that it was right next to the railway tracks that run out from the railway station. Trains ran past our abode in Swiss time! Every 7 minutes(seconds are excused).

After all this, we were so hungry! Went to the station and found a restaurant that looked decent. Looked at the menu. 15 francs for medium sized pizza and our indian heads were churning out currency conversion numbers. After a good meal and finding out the hard way that when you ask for water, you need to cough up 5 CHF, we were heading back to our dorm to check out the kitchen. No surprises!

The kitchen was speckless. A nice huge fridge, a big dining table and a neat counter.
"Nice place to learn cooking!", I thought to myself. My cooking knowledge increased by leaps and bounds here. My first puliogere happened. Gawd! Did it taste like the best lunch buffet at Mainland China!;)



The lobby of the guest house was really well done! A hot cup of coffee in the cold, a view of gentle drizzle outside and the splendid mix of colors of autumn (More of this was in store!) and life was good!



It was really depressing a lot of times to not have people around. The gloomy weather made it worse sometimes. It is something else to be on vacation in Switzerland! The downside of not being a tourist.

Retrospective: Day 1 in Suisse

I haven't blogged for a while now. The last time I did was moments before I turned 23. So much has happened in the time between then and now! Phew...It's like catching up with a long-lost friend.
Hmm...I had to decide...between continuing on a mundane software job versus hitting the road again. Only if I had a convincing reason to...wait! "Higher" education! That's it!

September 1st 2008:
Landed in Geneva (exactly 2 months ago!) on a busy monday morning only that I had to get used to different busy standards across continents. I vividly remember approaching the geneva airport. It was so beautiful. Right above Lake Geneva with an aerial view of the city. Wished she were next to me!
After collecting my baggage at the airport, I was looking for a push carraige. Saw a line of carraiges locked to one another. Was seeing how I could unlock it. Moolah! 2 CHF. My friend and I went to the ticket counter to board the train to Lausanne. The guy at the ticket counter spoke zilch english. "I am so fucking screwed!", I thought.

After being swindled for the 2 CHF for carraiges(another side story), we got into the train. After a long journey and loading our baggages into an empty carraige, we were tired. The train cheered us up a little.



The beautiful landscapes of swiss country side was more than welcoming. With a D80 by my side, I went berserk!



Kao(My friend) was feeling left out. Lake by my right and pastures to my left. Wish I had two cameras.



After a totally enjoyable train ride (this was just a beginning!) we landed at the Lausanne railway station. Some enquiries and we set on foot to our guest house with push carts carrying luggage. Lausanne hosts the International Olympic Committee and yapped about it as we moved out.


Phew! Reaching the guest house was an arduous trek during the last stretch. I muttered a fuck and set off without stopping and stood still for 10 minutes afterward. "Lausanne Guest House baby!"



TBC...

Short stories

An hour to 23:
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Phew!
I am beginning to feel scared a little, nervous a little and pensive all at the same time! Don't know what it has got to do with me turning a year older in some time.
I always feel like talking to someone (anyone) about anything really. I can feel expectations that I think have been dealt on me. Entangled thoughts of comparison, rejection, contempt keep swirling around in my head as though my head is a mug with liquids being stirred on with a spoon.
It sucks when you are not sure of yourself. That s a real shitty situation!

Moving on:
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It's better to move on yourself than life forcing you to. That way you can say you were in control all along ;)!
It's hard sometimes to understand even the closest people you know. Even though you could, sometimes you just won't. Being objective ain't that easy always. Easier said than done category.
Huh! I am beginning to really like the disgusting feelings that times like these arouse in me, for that is what brings the real understanding of things living or not for me. It's a nice kind of maturity. Being who you wouldn't want to really helps. It's only then that you understand why exactly you wouldn't want to be who you wouldn't like to be. Better done than said category.
If you still don't understand, you would be a hypocrite if you believe that you didn't like who you were. Otherwise, you would just be yourself and would know that you are like that. In the former case, you would be cheating yourself into believing that you are someone you aren't! It's crazy. Isn't it?
Know thyself! It's better to understand why you are how you are than not know who you are. You would always be climbing a step higher and not stay grounded. Always moving on!

Tribute to a scene

Down in Mexicali
There's a crazy little place that I know
Where the drinks are hotter than the chili sauce
And the boss is a cat named Joe

Why the fuck is a brunette with hair let down in a tight skimpy shorts and a weeny T so fucking sexy!?
Imagine this:
A downtown bar with the regulars not making much noice. Enter three super hot chics. One with fucking amazing hair till her ass. Awesomely done. A blonde you can bet your nickel to flirt with and an alpha-brunette with luscious lips and a neatly cut cheek bone.
Bro, if you're not up then you probably need some stretching exercises!

He wears a red bandana, plays a blues pianna
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico

Enter a diabolic stuntman!!

The woods are lovely,
Dark and deep,
But I have miles to go
Before I sleep

Before you sleep!

Login successful!!
You get a lap dance man!!

All of a sudden in walks this chick
Joe starts playing on a Latin kick
Around her waist she wore three fishnets
She started dancin' with the castanets

I didn't know just what to expect
She threw her arms around my neck
We started dancin' all around the floor
And then she did a dance I never saw before.

The uber hot brunette is turning her ass to you! Those hips man! Those hips! Shakira, You have (1) bitch alert!!!

So if you're south of the border
I mean down in Mexico
And you wanna get straight,
Man, don't hesitate
Just look up a cat named Joe.

He wears a red bandana, plays a blues pianna
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico

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