Super-annuated That

Happy Birthday to Us.

I remember the 12th August a year before... I also remember the 12th August the year before that...the afternoon which was dedicated to a part of That, that was called No-one Special...I remember writing down the early thoughts of my day...which at that point of time used to linger around me throughout the span of an entire day...my early thoughts were all that I thought about...and then came in the better-half of this blog---This... the very thought brings a smile on my face...the long discussion on names...the write-up on the introduction...the page set-up...everything...the year was fantastic!

The 12th August a year before was a celebration of our achievements...without any readers though...we managed to inspire each other pretty well...however how much I got inspired remains to be Questioned...somehow I had lost my words which I have already said in my earlier post...may be my inspiration lay somewhere else...may be my inspiration was not into me anymore...may be I had changed too much...rather I have changed too much.

So today I say sorry..only and only to my better-half...I have loved you more than I have ever loved this blog...the day you asked me to destroy it I had decided that day that I am going to do this sooner or later and then I thought of this day... I know I have disappointed you but I truly cannot do this anymore.

Today being more sorry than I can ever express I tell u THIS that I call it Quits.
I retire.


P.S: I promise to come back every year to wish us Happy Birthday and I shall follow this blog very regularly if you choose to keep writing because This may love that and That may love this but This and That always love each other.

May be....

'Remember, remember the 5th of November!'

Well nothing happened on that day actually...just the last comment by This on the last post where she shouts at me, simply reminded me these lines.
Yes its been long...really long that I have written. Well to tell the truth I haven't even written a letter or a mail in a long time. Words seemed to have vanished from my world...it was just so full of actions...so full of commands and obeying commands...duties...responsibilities and again too much of freedom. I had too much of freedom which was, now I feel, mismanaged. I ran about to find solace in the work that the world offered me...nothing happened and yet I pretended to be happy..to be content...and thus I was left with this huge void...and my words got lost in that vaccum. May be...

And so you wanted to think it was yours,
You wanted to feel it belonged to you.
Thus one night, when the sky was looking away
You crept into his mind
Stabbed his thoughts and scooped
The blood in a grail.
You plunged into his bones
Sucked the marrow, drew life.
You smiled, spite dancing in your eyes
As his soulless body crept to your feet. Begged you.
You walked away
Leaving your malice to slice through him.


Their applause rang in your ears
As you played his soul
On a six-stringed instrument.
You didn't see him there
For you were too busy signing autographs
And planting kisses on their cigarette burnt lips.
You didn't feel him there.


Now you are a few light years old
Broken and bent like a willow.
And their lips and applauds have forgotten you.
You sit on a moth-eaten rocking chair
With his ghost.
Waiting for darkness to swallow you,
For death to release your pain.
You try to shut out his voice
You try to blind yourself to his eyes
You want to think it is yours,
Feel it belongs to you.


But you know it doesn't
You know who you are.
A cheat, a thief, a murderer.
You know who you are.
And just as oblivion consumes you,
It dawns upon you.
You know who you are - a fake.
You know you are human.

So I was sitting there in the car munching on a chicken sandwich when I feel a pair of eyes on me.

I look up to find this rikshawala staring at me, eating. And as he realizes that I am looking at him, he turns his face away with an embarrased look.

And I realize, that he was, at that moment, probably more hungry than I had ever been.

The suns rays slash through the ripples of muddy water with venegence..as though wanting to wipe them from the very face of earth forever.

And I grasp and pant to hold on to the shadows of my words.

And then the meaning of happiness changes.

The radio doesn't sound quite that nice,

Tram rides dont excite so much.

A bottle of beer seems more alluring

Than candy floss.

A dance floor at a night club,

Seems a better a plance to be in than

The vastness of an empty playground.

Amusement parks don't amuse all that much.

And joy rides arent very joyful.

The price tag on a gift begins to matter

And it becomes embarrassing to

Have mothers kiss you on the forehead.

Friend change acording to the job profile,

Loved ones become the bothering ones.

Life takes a sharp turn,

Plunges into whole new definitions.

...And then suddenly

The very meaning of happiness changes.

Changes, as you grow up.

To the lights that blazed on streets,

The fire that sounded in their heads.

To the love that was there,

And the one that pretended to be there.

To Eagles, Dylan and Straits,

Eliot, Dickens and the rest.

To my nation and the tricoloured flag

Feeling proud despite what isn't there.

To a room that became the world

And words that lashed out like swords.

To belief and loosing faith

Life, death and all that jazz.

To laughter that echoes in our ears

And eyes that made you touch the sky.

To revoulutions and their revolutionaries

The ones who brought hope to a million hearts.

To that one song that took your breath away,

And those few words that left you spellbounded for the rest of the day.

To utter chaos and board examinations

And overrated and overpriced education systems.

To winning and losing,

Past, present and the future.

To falling in love and getting heartboken.

To falling in love all over again,

Attaining new heights of impossibilities.

To making sense out of the senseless

And love out of nothing at all..

To methods of madness and potato heads,

To pot bellies and long legs!!

To Ma and Pa,

For pocket money and the rest.

To dreams and illusions.

To joy and happiness.

To ecstacy and bliss.

To disiilusionment and sorrow.

To grief and bitterness.

To the explainanble and undecipherable.

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To lovers, haters and the indifferent

A very Happy New Year.