Look for the Signs

Well I hope it turns out I post it. It’s been a long time i have not posted in this blog. Well it does not mean that i have stopped writing or blogging, it’s just the blogs are so personal to share. I was having a walk along the roadways and its funny i was talking to myself. Many people do that and do not accept it. I know. Does not matter, I love talking to myself aloud. I am not ashamed of it. I am not crazy. It’s normal to talk to yourself. I was wondering how everyone is different from each other. In today’s world where people like to be fake so that they can impress each other and make others love them, I do the opposite. I don’t understand why I expose the vulnerability that does not even exist in in me. May be to get the true fact or its just happens I have no idea. In a world where people impress others, i make people hate me. It’s knowingly or unknowingly, idk, but  I repel people.

Born to Die

(Diary of a teenager 0707)


You said it is the game of lights. I could not get it out of my mind. I was so fascinated by flickering rhythmic lights that they made a mirror to the happiness in my life. The red color in which we sat for hours talking and cuddling, I could fill the warmth of your body like the steam of a freshly brewed coffee; irresistible and I craved for more.

We all are going to HELL!

From the diaries---

Today was a same day as every day. It’s just that I had to rush to station early because my uncle has to drop her wife to the airport. Oh well. I try to avoid locals as much as I can so I go daily to my office with uncle. It’s on his way so he drops me almost every day. So even if I need to get my ass off my bed in morning 7.30, which I normally do by 8 I managed somehow to do it. There I came to bus stop. Now this is the funny part. Every day I go to bus stop expecting to catch a bus like everybody else and save around 50 bucks daily but it seldom happens. I end up reserving a cab. Today I was standing at the bus stop waving my hand vertically- a gesture to halt cabs. There was standing a man, aged 60. He inquired me whether I am going to station. When I nodded he asked, ”Would you like to share a cab till station?” I was like cool, why not. Of course. No harm in being with an old person in the morning.

Zindagi- Life.

Today radio played every song on the word mentioned above, zindagi meaning life.

• Zindagi kaisi hai paheli haye
• Zindagi ke safar me gujar jate hai
• Zindagi pyaar ka geet hai isse har roz gana padega

Right now I could only recollect these three songs. There were one or two more.

I like to philosophise things. For me it’s all serendipity. Life gives you clues and hints to help you in making choices and taking decisions; you just have to be that smart enough to read these signals.

I had to do a lot of things before I die. The list is long and something or the other keeps on adding.

Random Stuff

Lovely date is today, 0707; the James bond date… Problem is with me that I have a lot to write on a lot of topics; they keep on pondering in my mind all the time but the moment I start to write I tend to forget and be as blank as a sky without stars.

It feels good, real good, when people say they missed you. You don’t know whether they did or not, you could never know, but the joy inside you, you know that  is real. It doesn’t matter whether it lasts for a couple of minutes or hours or days, it happens is what matters.

I have done things that I never thought I would ever do, although I wanted to do, but wasn’t sure I would have enough guts to pull myself from my walls that veiled me from the reality. I have done good things. I have done terrible things. The best part is I don’t have any regrets. I was shocked too.