Long Live Krishna

how many of us would look clueless on my mentioning "Psychedelic", today my childhood buddy blurted this tongue twister and expected me to find a suitable suffix noun to this God-knows-what thing. so i went to omniscient google devta. for all the folks still wondering psychedelic is an English term coined from the Greek words for "soul," (psyche), and "manifest," (delos).it speaks of a mystic experience with distorted perceptory mechanism. what hit me was not the ignorance of the meaning of the wretched word. what kicked me was the proclivity of our collective consciousness to go for a enigmatic notion of existence when queried about anything like "about -me " stuff. guess that gives a garbed ruse of come-discover-me or salvage-my-soul kinda interactive sessions .or better still that stretches our personality to dimensions hitherto unknown ,in that case i m damn sure that will remain unknown till times Tushhaarr Kaappoorr can pull a flick on his own. Point is guys who leave their i-me-myself columns blank or a matter of 3-4 lines are at better terms with their surroundings than people who rape each personality traits with passion so hot that even Mallu films will censure their heroic antics. best things in life come in small packages and best people walk effortlessly down our cherished memories recess with their little acts and words of compassion.
i have often mulled over quite inconsequential chips and let my hours run down drain .retrospectively i think how stupid those moments of pondering where. probably when inflating our small stint of being, we seek refuge in this ever -revealing foible of our shallow concerns and senseless fears.
sometimes the road to perdition started with not getting more marks to losing 1 quiz competition ..heartbreak started from my sexy teacher’s husband to my girl talking to that dude with bulging biceps…ecstasy boomed from stumbling on Rs 10 note to that congratulatory peck from college’s hot-bod…all the emotions find their conjugal to different happenings at different stage…wonder when the word numb changed from Gold flake to Kingfisher to Teachers to hashish.. one fine day I will get back to this piece of my mental anatomy and have few more corpuscles to add…a never ending process…what I want changes from every quiz to every trimester …what I wish changes from every hope to following sigh.. …
what I want right now..
what I wish right now…
somebody get me that bloody 11th episode of Prison Break 4…plzzzzzzz

My Fair Blog

What is better than scribbling down some shit on a piece of paper and then throwing it to the motley of garbage of room setting or beneath the mattress or over the rack ??

maintain a blog….

yeah that way you get some eyeballs surveillance of discerning friends and ultra frustu janta.

That was my humble way of placing first footsteps in the blogosphere…for me writing has been a cathartic outburst …hope it doesn’t turn fatal for those in quest of serious stuff…I have this uncanny tendency of pulling things from nowhere and making them feel as if “nowhere” was a better state of existence than the conspicuity heavenly bestowed by me…I dedicate this free puke space to the confused cheerful cantankerous cacophony inside me …from poems to short stories …from prose to verse I strived hard to bring a bad name to each genre with religious sincerity and anyone on the same frequency of stupidity is most welcome to drop down a comment or two to their 21^st century ventriloquist….