pal bhai jeena..

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Nothing.........

Life as the M

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- KGB

a face behind another...

And then each chose a mask to hide behind.. Mine never felt to fit all that well.. clumsy at best.. but well .. a mask's a mask and once chosen there isnt a replacement.. maybe a slight adjustment.. but not a replacement. So, behind this mask i hide.. like the one before ..the one behind and the lot..

The mask's been around.. served its purpose well so far.. people seem to accept it.. for what its worth.. its deficiencies.. its whatever.. people believed the mask was me... Only a few were allowed to see beyond.. the few whose masks i tried to look beyond just to keep the deal fair enough... or so i thought...

But then at times, the mask seems to take over.. like there isnt anything beneath [or behind ... whatever suits you.. ] like the one behind the mask wasnt all that different.. like the one in the mirror was the same as the one without the mask on.. interesting huh? And then as i try to peel away.. the pain is immense .. like pulling out a part of myself.. like tearing off a limb..

The question haunts me... do i need the pain??.. why look within trying to find a face when the mask is the perfect replacement.. when no one seems to notice.. [not even myself at times..]
Why do i need to bleed... hmm .. which face is this i see in the mirror now? Is it me?

Rowling fame..

And then it ended.. almost too quickly.. and the dark lord lay there... dead to the ones around.. dead to the ones that read on... seven long books later all it took was a harmless "Expelliarmus". Simple and sweet, aint it!

And then nineteen years went by and i was almost reading something out of a soap drama of sorts. And it all ended with saying that the scar did not burn in nineteen years.. as if it was all about him.. the dark one.

Glad its over. Dissappointed??... hmm.. not really..

you get attached to things you have been doing for a while.. reminds me of the eleven year old watch on this dude... he told me he hated it for having worn it everyday.. for as long as he had had it... but the romance of if it all was that he wore it for the girl who had given it to him.. eleven long years ago...
romantic ..huh? crap.

There used to be a me ..not so long ago..or so i think.. who would have gone wow on that.. but that me is lying somewhere... dead.. maybe buried next to riddle boy..
You know what.. i am kind of liking Rowling.. hmm.. more like the way i am a fan of Indian Ocean.. I love indian ocean.. more for the purity of music and the insanity of their passion for it than their music itself.. here... more for the kids + kids aged over 20 who stood for hours at end outside barnes and nobles and the kind.. than for the words that make the books itself...

hmm.. been pretty bland.. off we go...

Two's a pair

PlayTime

Batman Returns...

midnight Owls

No. not those OWLs. I have been reading 'arry Potter, but not enough to be thinking of OWLs yet. No not the flying ones, and certainly not those on paper. Now, I 've almost forgotten what i 've wanted to write about. well. I forgot totally.

While we are at it, lets talk Euthenasia. Sarika says she's all for it. Am I? Its relative, isn't it. Whats true for one or more is not so for another or more. I think abortion, Euthenasia etc. are case by case based. Hmm.. abortion. that i would say, is a mother's choice. Hmm.. not totally though. I agree with it's her choice until about 6 months into pregnancy [Now we get technical - is 6 months and 1 day a lot different that 6 months. Nope.] The time is where the problem arises as to the discussion. When do you deem a baby [I was going to say fetus.. but well] a baby? Why 6 months?

Either way, I am all against rules. No rule, no war, no progress, no humanity. Hmm.. and why do we have to connect humanity with progress. Does not having any scientific progress make us less human? huh... now I am sleepy. I gotta sleep.

BTW, that's a misnomer. Its early morning, isn't it? Its too early in the morning and too late in my life to be asking these questions. The real question is are these valid questions? Do i really need to worry? Will I have an impact on anything at all? Now actually, thats supposed to be a plural, because as i count - thats more than one question.

wake up, wake up sunshine

A philosopher died. Another woke up half way through a dream and spoke of bountiful gardens, un -reachable all.. [maybe the reason why they were so].. but bountiful still. He realized not that sleep was a transition, something that did not define itself by its longevity, but by its persistence [maybe with a 'c' - the spellcheck works]. Continuation of what you did not intend is maybe persistence, but not the persistence that defines sleep. Sleep is essential. I am deprived of the essential. But not without my own interference. I could have but did not. Now the questions linger. But, could the questions be all that keep me awake? And thats another question. isn't it? [count++]

If you think, I 've gone crazy, you are not completely off track. Insomnia does things to you. Self induced insomnia does more. I wanted to say, i woke up but if you havent slept, could you wake up? I guess, you could say you woke up but, you really did not wake up.

Interestingly sanity is persistence too. Persistence to norms. And norms are human defined. So sanity is relative, because norms are. I want to look into the minds of people, see what they think. No, I do not want to know what's personal to them. But the thought process is what intrigues me. What happens in the sad electric/magnetic/'wish i knew what i was talking about' field that controls/is your thought process is what makes mine go haywire. Science??

'some tuesday evening, at 4 pm' [baz lehurmann] the truth will blind me. I am, aged as i am, supposed to be mature. Responsible for my actions and in them too. Another norm.

Wake up, wake up. Wake up sunshine. A glass of wine.. hmm.. might take me there. nighty night.

Life's best stories...r better left untold.....

 

So True... 

half complete.. the oxymoron 

salty cheeks.... 

Its a matter of.... 

Stand out... 

nothing personal... i guess.. 

there r layers to life.. i presume 

Clarification

No insult directed and hopefully none taken in regards to my dogs and women post.

Its just a comparison between two wonderful species.. each totally different and yet sharing some the perks we so cherish..
Long live the bonds amongst.

The wonders of why