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OK! So now I am in Bangalore with a job and a decent pay to feed my insides, few amazing people here who make me feel at home, my closest of friends in touch with me, a beautiful city to live in(cant wait to explore it)! SO what more to ask for? Everything is right there. Its beautiful with lots of opportunities and hopes and dreams. So what to wait for?
Practically everything I wished for has come true. But you see I am personally not fond of the way this stupid human mind works. It constantly needs something to munch on. And so when everything is perfect like how it is right now, it will dig up what it chewed up just to ruminate and see if there is anymore juice to yeild out! So it (in this case my mind) will dig up the most irrelevant topics and ponder and wonder and think and analyse and scrutinize and kill it! Like chew it so very much you cant even use it to burn your gas!
So currently I havent decided what to do with this mind of mine. I could trade it for some good photography on the weekend. Photography does the trick you know. It keeps my mind busy with pictures and the jinxed activity called 'thinking' is used to only see actually look is more appropriate. So off with my camera I shall be on the weekend to explore this beautiful garden city that I reside in :)
Happy clicking to me!

Dear camera...

I truly and honestly believe that I am the happiest when i am holding you and looking at the world through you . And when I say happy, it doesnt mean bringing just a smile on my face. It definitely deals with something deeper.
When I hold you I dont know anyone, I dont hear anyone. All I do and want to do is look. And I mean look not just see, LOOK. If I was a little more courageous, I would simply pick you up and leave. Just leave. I do not know where to. But leave. It would be just you, the world and I. We could face it now couldn't we? You are meant to face it and I am meant to be with you. I pray that day shows up real soon.
You are my hobby. I can proudly say I am good with you :D. 33 days to be precise, I havnt held you or for that matter even looked at you (excpt for once when I rechecked if you are still with me). Although i wish i could do that more often. Trust me it feels horrible. Horrible is not the word. Shameful it is. When I say I swear by a camera, i should sleep camera eat camera talk camera. But I dont. And I am sorry that i dont. Please dont give up on me ok? Believe me when I say "I love you". I do.
Happy resting :)

Happy happy happy

I am typing at this moment so i can freeze this feeling of awesomeness that i am feeling right now. So the next time I doubt my happiness all I have to do is read this post and feel the same awesomeness.
I am happy! :D

I wonder how it feels to belong.
Belong is a heavy emotion.
Forgive me for not having felt it.
But spare me for not possessing it.
It is an under rated but one of the most important emotion.

I wonder how it feels to belong.
Does it make you feel secure or do you still have the inhibitions of a being?
Does it drive away the little pangs of anxiety in your humongous body?
Does it stop the rapid eye movement when a tornado strikes your mind?
Does it reduce the number of expectations you make?

I really wonder how it feels to belong.

Give me a feeling
And I will feel it.
Throw me a mood
And I will be it.
Tell me something
And I will understand it.
Save me a miracle
And I will live it.

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This is what i do(always)
I click the option of new post.
There is a lot to write mind you, but i do not have the courage to type it down.
By then my thoughts are transformed into this ugly sort of blob entangled between reality and practicality.
These mere seconds on the clock change my creativity into nothingness.
Time is overpowering and I am weak.
Time is passing and I am still weak.
This place brings the worst out of me.
And I still like it.

I am a happy person at heart...only an over reactive happy person.
I dont have any problems, i just create them.
I always think correct but mostly do wrong.
I know the correct answers to my questions but I don't like them!
I am open to changes but i do not think changes are open to me.
I do not hate few selected human beings... i loathe them.
I need to let go off somethings but damn am i am attractive or what!
I dont know why some 'i' in my blog are lower cap and some upper cap
I can read minds ....maybe not correctly
I am always analysing a human mind...i think it shows
I stare so much ...i wonder why am i not a genius yet.
I usually dont have conversations in this blog ...but as i said i am open to changes.

Why laugh when no laugh?

My blog url is one laugh and all is well. I think this url was created more or less like a motivational statement instead of an amusing factual statement about my life.
But eh! who am i kidding! Lets face it....this really isn't helping. I mean i am going no where in life right now neither professionaly nor personally. But i still laugh and have fun! Thanks to my url probably. Life could not get lonelier than this...or maybe it could(i am just over reacting) eh! But its ok. I am allowed that much ....to vent it out in over reaction probably. :P

Vent out for no reason

I want to smash their head into a wall or something when they call a laptop "Lappy"! How difficult or "uncool" is it to say Laptop!

i have an ugly secret hiding in the dungeons of my mind

i wish i could color it pink and no one would care

that would help me pretend like it was never there

it spreads its vicious wings far off till my heart

i think its playing a game, to see if i am smart

its not much all i need to do is think and be smart

or so i think!

my chain got stuck in it
its half way out and half way in
there is a key to it but not with me
maybe i lost it...
maybe i didn't have it at all, i do not recollect

i can break free and make a new one
but its a precious one
if only i could find the key
i could be free and happy
but i was hasty...i know its my fault

only knowing will not help
i need a solution
a good solution!
a new key?
a new chain?
break it?
stay still. dont move. think.

Color me

You have the brush
You have the paints
so what are you waiting for?
Color me

You laugh and dance while you paint
You define your emotions on me
so what are you waiting for?
Color me

You tear me and make me again
Coz the dominant black stole the pink's fame
so what are you waiting for?
color me

You slapped me with a yellow when blue was on your mind
You threw in some white thinking it will all just be fine
so what are you waiting for?
Color me

Paints are over! is that watcha saying?
Or is it just food on your mind?
Or is it the new canvas waiting at the door?
so what are you waiting for?
Color me

Random thought

How the @#!# do you LOLZZZ.....no like really? so you Laugh Out LoudZZZZ...oh c'mon!

There is something called a REALITY CHECK. But what if you dont have any delusions and these so called reality checks are striking scars on your body?

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idiot..

Our breed

We are all senseless creatures trying to be intelligent
We know it but we pretend to ignore
We try to make things easy for ourselves but don't realize the difficulty of understanding the easy
We innovate and think we are creative assuming our success
We talk like we own everything ignoring the debts
We think we are poor and ask for more
We know it deep down within, what we do will bounce back at us
We are senseless creatures planning our own death under the disguise of modernism

Choice and eraser

His eyes choose to look away when she is around
His smile chooses to please someone else's heart
His hands choose to withdraw every time she holds his
His hug chooses to comfort some other miss
His jokes choose to entertain everyone but her
His talks choose to play like music in someone's ears
Its his choice that chooses, he says
So she chooses to forget him and all those days
ERASE

Just a question

Can't death wait?

My little fingers

Discard

I wanted it so badly that i forgot why i wanted it.

There was no need to fake the need when the need to feel the need was mistook for what i thought was the need.
Leave it because the want is dead and hence the need must die too. Your need never needed you to be his need. So there need not be any want which is not your need.
DISCARD.