Monthly Archives: August 2009

Fuzzy

Things are moving. Fast enough. They seem fuzzy. Seems so. What will happen if I stick my head out? Will it be the freshness of air entering your lungs or just a smell of putrid past making its way to the future?

It is all a blur. Artistic or Alcoholic? I don’t know.

Fireflies in cobwebs. Brighten things before the touch of your feet slithers to the spiders. Way to go. 

Are you and me, one story? Fuzzy but Intrepid. Yes it is.

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‘The’ Birthday Post

 

AFTER THE BIRTHDAY WEEKEND

 

Friends who travel hundreds of miles to wish you, send you messages across the oceans, a conference call that makes you feel that they are right there with you, Two amazing set of mails by your younger brother, bunch of friends who turn up at your house at midnight, call you and sing “Happy Birthday..” on speaker phone, loads of calls from family, relatives and friends, a party at your adviser’s place, an electric guitar, a LED light that projects universe on your ceiling, loads of books, cards, an amazing shirt…and lots of love…Its BLISS!!!

 

If that’s what getting older is…I love it!!!  

 

FLASHBACK (to birthday..)

 

Happy Birthday to Me! Happy Birthday to Me!! HAPPPPPYYYY BIRTHDAY TOOO MEEE!!! Many girlfriends to me…la laa la laaaaa…..

 

Just a few minutes back, I turned a year older (all of a sudden, like voosh, and my jeans does not fit me now!!) , and as I celebrate another very heavy milestone (weight-wise) in my life, I would like to thank  all my family and friends for protecting me from world (or vice versa), and proving that ‘Survival of Fittest’ does not hold true in some cases. Thanks to my pet earthworm (I have one! His name is Timothy), for showing me that I am not the only crawling thing in this world….I have spoken for so long now…Where is my Oscar??…Oh! its NOT Oscar Night, Oh! Okay! Then in that case please disregard everything I said.

 

What else, hmmm, yup!, RESOLUTIONS, Birthday Resolutions! (I don’t know why I said it in Bond, James Bond Style)….lets see, first I have to repair the broken umbrella lying in my living room, secondly I have to decide on a tattoo design and location, and last I want to be the youngest Nobel Laureate.