Sis...

My sis topped Chandigarh in the class VIII exams, by jove, and I never topped even in kinder garten, not even in my section, all that rogan badam shirin masaages notwithstanding :)
Gawd!
But I am might happy, I am. God bless you, sis!

Swear, I didn't do it for the nookie

Why did it take so long?
Why, did I wait so long, huh?
To figure it out, but I did it
And I'm the only one
Underneath the sun who didn't get it
I can't believe that I could be deceived
By my so-called girl, but in reality
She had a hidden agenda
She put my tender, heart in a blender
And still I surrender

Like a chump, hey

Nirvana - Howto?

I would never bother you
I would never promise to
I will never follow you
I will never bother you
Never speak a word again
I will crawl away for good

I will move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
I always knew it would come to this
Things have never been so swell
And I have never failed to fail
Pain... (x3)
You know you're right (x3)

I´m so warm and calm inside
I no longer have to hide
Let's talk about someone else
Sterling silver begins to melt
Nothin' really bothers her
She just wants to love herself

I will move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
I always knowed it'd come to this
Things have never been so swell
And I have never failed to fail

Pain... (x5)
You know you're right (x12)
You know you're right (x4)
Pain...
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Ain't got nothing called will, have I?
/*answer awaited*/
...
/*state desired*/

Entropy

... rin ... iffco chowk ... dinner ... peas ... bitch ... training ... claims ... shave ... geyser ... shampoo ... landlord ... bitch ... 1984 ... feedback ... infosys ... lungs ... licensing ... bitch ... psalms ...

I like it, I'm not gonna cry
I miss you, I'm not gonna cry
I love you, I'm not gonna cry
I killed you, I'm not gonna cry

... dropped the albatross ...

Them: "Rahul, cig?"
Me: "Do I have a cig?"
Me: "No"
Me: "Do I have a life?"
Me: "No"
Me: "Do I have a girl friend?"
Me: "No"
Me: "Do I want a cig?"
Me: "Yes"
Me: "Do I want a life?"
Me: "Yes"
Me: "Do I want a girl friend?"
Me: "No"

Entropy of the world keeps on increasing, just my share into it

Momentary lapse of reason

Been having a lot of 'em for the past few days. I mean I prepare some document or something, revisit it after sometime and invariably see myself wonder how on earth could I have written that!

Attribute it primarily to the post below and while you do that, read the title as "In (and hopefully) out of insanity".

Why?
I don't know, but I've been told,
Pretty little woman ain't got no soul.

Wish God gave them, the pretty, some true emotion.
Dear God, I understand, you're busy.

Later...

In (and most probably) out of love

I did the sinful act of liking (read as a stronger emotion, reader discretion required) someone. Why was it a sin? Because that someone is just so much out of my league that associating with them for a moment needs heavenly luck, and here I was, thinking of a long association. Something like asking for a heaven-like life. That's a sin. Ain't it?

So goes the sin (narrative):
I see you the first time and pause for a moment, "pretty little
thing", I wonder and then move on. I mean we see pretty little things
all the time, don't we? Pune has like a zillion of them.

A pretty person interests everyone and that includes me. That said,
the interest doesn't last long, so did with me. But the more I got
to know you, the more you interested me, more and more and more,
all the time. So much so that your persona just became overwhelming.
You were there all the time, eyes open and eyes closed.

The first thought of each of my dawns, the last thought of each
of my dusk. You and you and you. Dreams were dreamlike with you in them.

I see a pretty girl somewhere and just shrug her off, saying "I
know someone prettier that her", prettier than anyone, prettier than everyone.

Experience a pleasing moment and wonder if you were there too, what
sublime moment in life that would be. This explains the "wish you
were here" thing at getting tipsy for tipsy times are among the
best moments for me. But that went wrong. You read it wrong and I let you do so too.

Ladies and gentlemen, the panic sets in. You are offended by the
very mention of the word 'together'. Sharing a happy moment with
the thought of you around is an offence, a sin, I'm told. That does it.

Then do I realise what a gross sin I was doing, thinking of a princess
and a piglet in the same picture. Holy mother of Christ, even Christ
can't afford that. What a fool.

Dream shattered, life wasted, time to disappear, ladies and gentlemen.
Time to dress in the cowardly attire, I wait for it to get dark and disappear.

Smoke fills the scene.

Happy times won't last long is a pessimist’s viewpoint. Happy times
don't last long, a pragmatist's.

But there must be more to life than seeking pure and selfish happiness.
Being sane is probably killing desires right ab initio.

The easiest way out, disappear. Think of it as a bad dream that
never happened. Cry a while, be a man, a new day will begin probably.

Probably it won't, who is to say?