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"the best part about death is that there are no goodbyes!"
not that i am dead or would know anything about the best part of being dead but i do know that goodbyes take up a lot of time!
adventures of a bumbai brat stuck in a mumbai rut!
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Thursday, October 4, 2012
neko case is back in my life! and i'm not complaining...at all !
"Twist The Knife"
Tenderly
Tenderly
Please take my breath from me
Into the fountain
And up from the graves
Tearfully
Joyfully
Burn what is left of me
I don't want these burdens
I've handsomely gained (?)
You'll be my guest
And i'll let you stay
Leave me the check
I'll pay with the rest of my life
Twist the knife
Carefully
Quietly
You took what's young from me
I didn't deserve it
I gave it away
Cowardly
Thoughtlessly
You walk away from me
And I'll tear my heart out to save you the day
You'll be my guest
And i'll let you stay
Leave me the check
I'll pay with the rest of my life
Twist the knife
Tenderly
Tenderly
Please take my breath from me
Into the fountain
And up from the graves
Tenderly
Please take my breath from me
Into the fountain
And up from the graves
Tearfully
Joyfully
Burn what is left of me
I don't want these burdens
I've handsomely gained (?)
You'll be my guest
And i'll let you stay
Leave me the check
I'll pay with the rest of my life
Twist the knife
Carefully
Quietly
You took what's young from me
I didn't deserve it
I gave it away
Cowardly
Thoughtlessly
You walk away from me
And I'll tear my heart out to save you the day
You'll be my guest
And i'll let you stay
Leave me the check
I'll pay with the rest of my life
Twist the knife
Tenderly
Tenderly
Please take my breath from me
Into the fountain
And up from the graves
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
how to dance to drum n bass
Amnesia was doing good all weak. She tripped over things, took walks down memory lane, rode into the sunrise, stumbled on building blocks and forgot everything the next day.
Reality continued playing his song, luring her, seducing her. She liked him. Or thought she did. But forgot about him the next day.
Reality continued playing his song, luring her, seducing her. She liked him. Or thought she did. But forgot about him the next day.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Sunday, September 30, 2012
com.promise
His story was nothing new I guess to most working in the “bizz” but to me, was quite repelling. One day, he said, he was sitting in the editing studio working on a project when his assistant informed him that someone had come to see him and were quite insistent that they see him. He told his assistant to tell them he was busy but They refused to leave. So he walked into his office to find a mother with her very young daughter. By young I mean a 15-year young.
He didn’t know them and was rather uncomfortable especially when the “youngen” barely had any clothes on and more makeup than any “lakme” print ad. He tried to get to the point immediately but the narrator wouldn’t let him. He fumbled with his pen and dropped it a bunch of times, picking it up only to drop it again. His disturbed mind accepted defeat and sat in his chair as the narrator continued with the spoken word…
Big girls don’t cry
Page three people don’t lie…
In bed
With their standby
Sweet girl aged 15
pimped by her mother
“compromise and you’ll get there
sweet daughter”
“compromise” she said
when she came to his room
‘compromise’ I was told
is the secret ingredient in this perfume
three buttons undone
lipstick lips locked in fear
can I be your alibi?
I promise not to spy
Just wanna hang around
Like your neck tie
Thrown nearby
Afraid of being caught of secretly enjoying the attention, he walked out abruptly. His well-trained assistant asked them to leave politely. The “youngen” seemed scared; as if she had failed an exam and was gonna get her ass beat. The mother, a woman on a mission, seemed even more determined. They left. Only to come back at night. He was still in the editing studio. They knew that. That’s where they went….
things are different now
they say
the couch does not exist
this incident happened yesterday
he could not resist
The “youngen” was cast in a commercial, and then another. And then came many another’s. The man was quite smitten. It was apparent….
marry me he said
in a moment of passion
Oblivious
to his wife and kids at home
“compromise is all I’ve been taught sir”
she rationed
The Narrator was on the floor, rolling with laughter. As if he knew the outcome before the story even began…He has no mercy! The “youngen” moved on to other editing studios. The mother spent most of her time at the jewellery store. The man, well, went back to his wife and kids. The sad part being that they took him back.
things are different now
they say
the couch does not exist
this incident happened yesterday
he could not resist
“Don't compromise yourself. You are all you've got.” Janis Joplin
He didn’t know them and was rather uncomfortable especially when the “youngen” barely had any clothes on and more makeup than any “lakme” print ad. He tried to get to the point immediately but the narrator wouldn’t let him. He fumbled with his pen and dropped it a bunch of times, picking it up only to drop it again. His disturbed mind accepted defeat and sat in his chair as the narrator continued with the spoken word…
Big girls don’t cry
Page three people don’t lie…
In bed
With their standby
Sweet girl aged 15
pimped by her mother
“compromise and you’ll get there
sweet daughter”
“compromise” she said
when she came to his room
‘compromise’ I was told
is the secret ingredient in this perfume
three buttons undone
lipstick lips locked in fear
can I be your alibi?
I promise not to spy
Just wanna hang around
Like your neck tie
Thrown nearby
Afraid of being caught of secretly enjoying the attention, he walked out abruptly. His well-trained assistant asked them to leave politely. The “youngen” seemed scared; as if she had failed an exam and was gonna get her ass beat. The mother, a woman on a mission, seemed even more determined. They left. Only to come back at night. He was still in the editing studio. They knew that. That’s where they went….
things are different now
they say
the couch does not exist
this incident happened yesterday
he could not resist
The “youngen” was cast in a commercial, and then another. And then came many another’s. The man was quite smitten. It was apparent….
marry me he said
in a moment of passion
Oblivious
to his wife and kids at home
“compromise is all I’ve been taught sir”
she rationed
The Narrator was on the floor, rolling with laughter. As if he knew the outcome before the story even began…He has no mercy! The “youngen” moved on to other editing studios. The mother spent most of her time at the jewellery store. The man, well, went back to his wife and kids. The sad part being that they took him back.
things are different now
they say
the couch does not exist
this incident happened yesterday
he could not resist
“Don't compromise yourself. You are all you've got.” Janis Joplin
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Friday, September 14, 2012
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
5 great hair styling ideas for long hair ..
https://www.facebook.com/notes/mad-o-wot/5-great-hair-styling-ideas-for-long-hair-/417067811648468
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
releasing tomorrow on http://nh7.in/ ...our home production RUH .. have you seen the trailer yet? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbq5QVcZBhE&feature=relmfu
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
awesome storage idea..
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| stella before |
say hi to stella ------------------------
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| stella after |
<-------------- i grabbed all my flowers and placed them on her branches and she looked alive and vibrant ... and i got a fantastic way of storing my flowers ...
doesn't she look beautiful?
i heart storage ideas!
Monday, January 16, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
jesus in love
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someday I’d like to have another drink
with you beside me
someday id like to take a walk on the beach
with you inside me
jesus is in love with you
jesus is in love with you
you pray for life
holding a knife
you lust for infinity
in virginity
jesus is in love with you
jesus is in love with you
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
free fallin...
“Make the
world go away….get it … get it off my shoulder……yeah…make the world go
away….say the things we used to say and make the world go away……”
He said,” I
am a gypsy…I belong to the world… I left on my journey at 13. Ive seen a lot of people and ive been
with a lot of women. Nothing you
can say or do will surprise me as much as your presence does. This strong smell of yours haunts me
everywhere I go. In a room full of
nationalities you stick out like the green alien, except you’re red.
She said,”
Gypsy boy I am a dream. Don’t try
to make me a reality. Don’t try to
own me and don’t try to limit me.
Close your eyes and I will be yours forever.
He said, “I
don’t understand what you’re trying to say. Come see me.
I’ll make the world go away.
Come to me….
She said, “I
must work….I must focus…I must make money…I must not lust…”
Days passed…
He said She
said They said
The world
The world The world… didn’t really matter…
He said, “
Dream are you playing games with me or are you gonna come true? If not, you have to let me know for I
have had the most beautiful love declaration last night. And I don’t wanna sleep to dream
anymore.”
She said,
“Fly with love my gypsy. Be
happy. I will always be around
flying with you in a distance watching over you and smiling. Go with love….fly fly fly…”
He said, “as
you wish.”
And
vanished.
She met him
months later. In her world. He didn’t fit. But he tried. He sat on her bed and sang her Spanish folksongs as she
drifted into her tent.
He said,
“Lovely strong lady, you don’t belong in a tent. Unzip and Unlip.
He spoke of
his current ladylove and she pretended not to look bothered.
He said,
“She is beautiful … you know what she said….she said “ive been in love with you
for 2 years and watching you…but you never noticed me once….so here I am…jump….” I was blown away.
She said,
“that’s beautiful….love must be beautiful…”
He said,
“yes it is….but love is like a dream again…..” POOF VANISHED!
She said, “
I wish…I wish…I wish….”
And fell asleep….to
dream….
He left
Day
Dreaming…
Good night!
Elvis
continued singing….nobody noticed….
“Do you
remember when you loved me…
Before the
world took you away..
Well if you
do, then forgive me…
And make the
world, make it go away..”
PS: being in
a relationship is like sky diving…..it’s terrifying but you jump anyway….the
thrill of the free fall.... The best part, when you binge on each other and
every touch equals goosebumps. The
feeling in your gut, the adrenaline, the rush, the gush, the blush. But at some point you feel like you’re
gonna crash n burn so you pull the chute…and exhale in relief…you’re safe….in
your mind….and eventually if you are an expert, you have a perfect landing on
your two feet and walk away for another round.
Note to self:
In these
days of recession, binging on love seems to be the perfect thing to do. Think about it…You don’t need food cuz
you can live on soft kisses and air and you can stay up all night in
candlelight discussing important issues like “who likes the other more” cuz it
aint like you have to work the next day.
So forget the protective gear and free fall till you can free fall
again….Chutes don’t even work sometimes.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
whats the use of a title?
They don't make it
the beautiful die in flame-
suicide pills, rat poison, rope what-
ever...
they rip their arms off,
throw themselves out of windows,
they pull their eyes out of the sockets,
reject love
reject hate
reject, reject.
they don't make it
the beautiful can't endure,
they are butterflies
they are doves
they are sparrows,
they don't make it.
one tall shot of flame
while the old men play checkers in the park
one flame, one good flame
while the old men play checkers in the park
in the sun.
the beautiful are found in the edge of a room
crumpled into spiders and needles and silence
and we can never understand why they
left, they were so
beautiful.
they don't make it,
the beautiful die young
and leave the ugly to their ugly lives.
lovely and brilliant: life and suicide and death
as the old men play checkers in the sun
in the park.
the beautiful die in flame-
suicide pills, rat poison, rope what-
ever...
they rip their arms off,
throw themselves out of windows,
they pull their eyes out of the sockets,
reject love
reject hate
reject, reject.
they don't make it
the beautiful can't endure,
they are butterflies
they are doves
they are sparrows,
they don't make it.
one tall shot of flame
while the old men play checkers in the park
one flame, one good flame
while the old men play checkers in the park
in the sun.
the beautiful are found in the edge of a room
crumpled into spiders and needles and silence
and we can never understand why they
left, they were so
beautiful.
they don't make it,
the beautiful die young
and leave the ugly to their ugly lives.
lovely and brilliant: life and suicide and death
as the old men play checkers in the sun
in the park.
charles bukowski
top hat
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| photo by manushka khisty |
Trace of white powder
Keeps me
On your trail
Musky scent
Of last nights love juices
Makes me frail
Unaware of my intentions
But of my convictions
Frail trail
To no avail..
I lust I lust I lust I lust
Building a bridge
To grab your
Undivided attention…
The magician sulks
In the corner
Naked With his
Top hat on display
Lights
Camera
Action…..
The lights dim
The show begins…..
Here I am…
I’m pulling rabbits outta my heart
I’m pulling rabbits outta my heart….
U are frail
White rabbits on your trail
White powder on the scale
Inhale / Exhale
I’m still pulling rabbits outta my heart
I’m still pulling rabbits outta my heart….
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