Sick Sad lil' World

Born Again

2010-03-06T02:08:00.003+05:30

Born Again

Anchored to four limbs,
in darkness my den aglow
Deeper in the hole,
the fall feels all too slow

Blinded by eyelids
i see em gates open
and rapid beats on left
as they beckon

Lips run dry
as their whips whisper
Whats worth trying?
Why whimper?

A force like none before,
i give in
sucked out and pushed in-
the journey begins

A seed of my creator,
purity is me, in limbo
Choose my fate father
bliss or abyss?
for now sound sleep in womb

Read my last rites
as you cut the noose
First foot on the grave
with everything to lose

Like Rats to Pied Piper

2009-10-27T16:08:00.002+05:30

Like Rats to Pied Piper

Serve me your food for my thought
as I rest my tired ass on the couch
Blind me; Delude me; dont bother
Still we follow like rats to pied piper

You show me what i need to make mine
then tell me to chuck it all off
The known are paid off to decieve
as they sell us lies wrapped in a smirk

Too laid back to see with my eyes
We pay them to do it for us
Not yet has free thought been deemed illegal
Still we follow like rats to pied piper

What good are these eyes in the dark
till they get used to all that is black
Perspectives, we are fed and not truth
so try not enlighten, just entertain

Chromophobe

2009-10-23T14:29:00.004+05:30

Chromophobe

A smile garnished in glum
and your eyes they used to glow
Those lips are gridlocked now
That spark, they've blown it off

There's a plan you claim
to be on top with nothing to blame
A lull before the storm
A pause before we play

Todays we trade for tommorow
still we dream of those days of yore
The past is made of days like this
which we lost in search of morrrow

So fuck those plans and schemes
and look whats on your plate
So what if its all doom and gloom
lets do our share and cheer

Ticket for 20

2009-08-27T16:03:00.002+05:30

Ticket for 20

He fills up so quick that a blink and you miss
then burns it all up ,oh its a freebie
now all i ever wanted was a ticket to flee
but why all this aura of an impending mess

the winged one starts buzzing "there must be a catch"
now is that the reason u never fly off my back
he passed me the precious and asked me to drag
ticket for twenty and the lag on my watch

this road is so mazy, the kind i never seen
the tribe is too shady but then am all hazy
a fortress they say where siren's never heard
spiteful they seem with those eyeballs of red

he gets me all three when all i needed was two
why this slip up?has there been a mix up?
whatever be the reason lets just wriggle out of here
my coffers is empty but the ticket's in tact

now that am back,it feels all like a dream
maybe it was, but then how about this three?
surreal as they seem it all did happen to me
am never going back, this i swear on my b

i hop onto the ride leaving my baggage behind
greenest of highways, and no mean motherfuckers
through sleaze i did pass in the quest for a pass
but bet your last buck bro, am glad i got three

PLASTIC FRIENDS

2009-08-23T13:54:00.003+05:30

We all have had a lot of these so called friends in our lives; This is something i wrote for those lot whom i would refer to as plastic friends.

PLASTIC FRIENDS

your lips stretched so wide
Is that a smile?
aberrant swagger,that friskiness
Is that your ever persistent pseudo self?

oh ya.its the ride time ,
the one you never pay for
while the kegs flow and the grass burns
we are close, we are friends

I amuse you, just another toy
irony is, you are the one plastic
your tease,sweet nothings;am never out of line
we are close, we are friends

i burn a hole and you disappear
you are a blot on the landscape
you seem real, but with no roots
the fear of your lot makes me agoraphobic

then you check in from obscurity
to fill up the air with amity
more than bother, you smother me
your warmth i need not ,your advice i despise

the bait i did take, far too much for too long
in the hope you might change
thank you, am wiping my slate clean
in utopia no more , so fuck off for good

THE 13 HOUR TRIP

2009-08-22T14:44:00.005+05:30

And heres the second one i wrote today. Seems like am beaming with creativity..

THE 13 HOUR TRIP

i see the pain in sky as the darkness clears
in labor she is as i radiate,in twilight i exist unborn
through the horizon the glow fills
time in reverse as i coerse

Am pious as they bow
the light that leads thee
I burn for you,while i bleed
sideways i move so u can walk straight

When the trees strip down, with me you watch the sand hills fall
surf,soak,tan and a drink with straw
through the black shield we feel the warmth
this moment wont last forever i know

The vibes of contempt as i scorch
just a glitch i say,the good times will return
run for cover,clench your eyes
you cuss, as your make up runs
its ok,i know you will miss me by 2012

still shining as i fade
and we are moving further apart
as i sink beneath the oblivion you watch
hand in hand,sharing spit; so romantic
and i die for today leaving behind a dreamscape.

LOST IN MESH

2009-08-22T14:35:00.006+05:30

How about a poem for a change? Well..make that two.

LOST IN MESH

You and me, we are one
still so disconnected in this mesh
A ping, a blink and I feel connected
not with thee , not with me, just with e

Always lost coz home's just a referance
While plastic runs deep in soil,why dig your bloom here?
Words fill the space as my fingers speak
say cheese strike a pose - a smile,a nod;things i seek.
round the bend, so anonymous, in whom i trust.

Take the ride, feel the high-know your facts boy, its just a toy
the seal needs no green of theirs,so swing 90 as you unplug
step out, breathe in and temme how you feel?
So content as the coil unwinds and i feel connected
not with thee, not with e, just with me

A trip to remember

2008-05-26T17:22:00.011+05:30

Sorry to disappoint you lot. Am not talking about the trippy kinda trip nor am i talking about Mrs.Trip(p). This is about my last week's trip to bangalore, the thought of which still gives me cramps.

The odds of me planning something properly is just as much as Josef Fr itz l getting a favorable ruling (err....odd comparison...i know). I mean, planning is something thats so alien to me. Otherwise i would have certainly booked my ticket well in advance. But, not to be.
Anyways, by the time i reached the station, i had an RAC berth(truth be told, i had no fucking clue as to what it meant). I got in and made myself comfortable in my 'RAC' berth not knowing that I will be sharing it with another guy. And soon enough that guy got in and occupied his seat. Even at this point i had no probs as all i wanted was a seat. Everything went fine till dinner. And then i made a mistake - I went out to smoke.

The Indian railways should seriously consider building a smokers zone inside the train. I mean come on, Even MNCs have it; So why not the railways.Enough with the useless rant. Anyways since there aint such a zone anywhere in the train i had to confine myself to stink of the toilet to take a few drags. 5 minutes later when i returned back to my seat all i could see was my 'berth mate' comfortably lying down with gay abandon. He had carefully pushed in my bag under the seat and made sure that i had just enough space to squeeze my ass in. How thoughtful of that dickhead!!. Now, I didnt bother waking him up. Its got nothing to do with me being a rather nice guy(ahem ahem), its just that theres no point in waking up someone who's pretending to sleep.
As the lights got turned off, i was sitting all cuddled up like an 8 year old having just seen Michael jackson (moon)walk into his room( forgot to specify....an 8 year old "boy"...Eerie. Very eerie). What was more annoying was that my hair was getting tangled in that net pouch placed just behind the head rest. Its during this extremely 'comfortable' period that i decided to blog on my 'coo coo choo choo' misadventures. As i was trying my best to keep myself in that lil space, all those memories came running in just like the IPL cheerleaders(well...i guess my memories had a lil more clothes on....w8 a sec...didnt our moral policing squadron ensure that those cheerleaders were "well dressed"...grr...assholes!)

This particular incident took place around 5 years ago. A time when we never had a woman president,nor did we have the T20; a time when i had no clue what the fuck Btech was all about(not that anything has changed on that front since then) and a time when i was way dumber than what i am right now.
So, i was supposed to meet my friends in some train( the name of which i dont remember). They had already got in from another station. I didint get the sleeper but the lady there told me that i just need to talk to the TT, pay him some extra cash and he would convert mine to sleeper. By the time I got in the train it was arnd 11pm. When i got in i saw the TT chit chatting with my friends. I joined the conversation. After exchanging pleasantries the TT walked away without even checking the ticket. I looked around and saw a lotta empty berths and didnt bother to get my ticket changed. So with the satisfaction of having conned the TT i went to sleep. The next thing i remember was the TT standing in front of me and saying something along the lines of " wtf are you doin here??show me your ticket". Apparently, of all the seats available i chose the TTs seat and ended up paying him 500 or so bucks. Hmm... So much for my 'train job'.

Some people never learn. I guess I fall into that elite group.
This was like 2 years back while i was doin my project. I allowed my pass to expire and used to travel without ticket. One such (not so)fine day as i got into the train running there was this guy standing in front me. He was in his early 40s and looked as if he had just woken up. He aksed me to show him my ticket and i was like " who the fuck are you?"( well, i didnt quit use the "f" word. but that was my tone). As it turns out he was some TT in mufti. He was pretty pissed, thanks to my tone.
I showed him the part of the pass which didnt have the expiry date on but he turned out to be a smart guy himself. Yap. He'd caught me red handed. It would have been much better had he written me a slip and just went away but not to be. not today. He bought me a cup of coffee and started chatting .As it turns out he's from my town and infact he even knew my grandpa and all. I thought i could talk my way outta this. But his crappy advising went on and on till we reached the station. He took the fine from me and walked away into the crowd.No receipt, no nothing. Yes!I just got conned!!well and truly.

While i was returning from kolkata i made up some friends in the train; all smokers( smoking is an important part of socializing *FACT*). So whenever we smoked 2 of us would look into the compartments to see if anyone is coming. So during one such 'smoke break', i was sitting at the door and my friends were the ones with the responsibility of watching over. One of em signaled to me that police is coming and all others threw off their fags and went back to their seats. Now, am the kinda guy who just doesnt like wasting anything; even if its a cigarette. I had 2-3 drags to go, so I stayed there and took em and then turned to walk into the compartment when i saw this police guy standing right in front of me and he was like " wtf are you doing here??" and i said " nothing..just came out to wash my face" with smoke still coming outta my mouth. Seems like the guy could see the lighter side and he started laughing and asked me to go back to seat with a grin on his face. "Phew!" i thought "that was close".

Somewhere along, as i was recollecting all these incidents i fell asleep. i woke up the next day with cramps all over my body. I could barely lift my luggage and walk off..I thought" only if i hadn't smoked.."
So, what is the moral of the story? I would say it has to be the fact that " Smoking is injurious to health". Not only because it fucks your lungs up and leads to potential impotency(potential impotency??lol) but also because it could give you cramps all over your body. Especially if you happen to be one of those not so lucky RAC ticket holders.

How an airhead got stoned, fell in love and lost his job!!

2008-03-11T23:47:00.010+05:30

First and foremost i am extremely sorry for my lengthy hiatus. I have got a genuine excuse(maybe its a cliched one, but genuine nevertheless) and that is "I've been busy with work"..LOL..Well, who am i kidding?? The fact is that i never really got a PC and enough privacy to get the blogger in me active. All these 4 months( or is it 5?who cares) its been in 'sleep mode'. It takes just a click of a button to bring your pc back from sleep mode but as far as am concerned i need screw ups( and not to mention a pc and a net connection) to get the blogger in me all geared up( i know am telling this for the umpteenth time..couldn't help it). So all you airheads can breathe easy. Madass is back!

Onto today's post and if you are wondering who that airhead(from the title) is; its me. The title just sums up my eventful last four months. To say that it was eventful would be an understatement. I was actually planning to write this particular post in the form of a day to day entry but then i realized that it would be way too lengthy(i mean, cmon..we maybe airheads but even we cannot afford to waste that kinda time on how someone fucked up). Even at this particular point while am typing these very words, am not sure as to how the hell i should draft this post. Am counting on my guts but then again my gut feeling has got me into trouble more times than not.

When I reached Bhubaneswar(regular readers would know the significance; as for others, all i can suggest is to go back and read all the previous posts..lol), my gut feeling was "things are gonna be good and easy". After all i didn't see any tribals running around as i had expected. But soon i would realize how wrong i was and that moment of truth came as soon as I reached Patia(thats where we had the training). Confusion crept up my mind as to whether we were gonna be trained to become professional drovers or IT professionals. I swear they had more cattle on the roads than vehicles and this aint no exaggeration. Now Mishraji didnt make my mood any better by handing me the keys to a fuckin dirty room which i had to share with 2 other folks.
Everything was pretty drab for the first 2 weeks and i spent my time mostly on the phone( no wonder i had monstrous bills to pay). I had no friends there. It was not due to the lack of trying but how can you be friends with people who hesitate to sneak-a-peek at one of the best cleavages in town. Well, i just cant do with people like that. I mean, its Ok not to look at a cleavage( thats a personal choice just as he chose to be a fucking fagot and i respect that) but to give me a look that would make a pedophile feel proud that he aint in my shoes is absolutely ridiculous.
Now, there was the usual northie-southie groupism. By groupism i dont mean to say that northies would come in groups and beat the shit outta the southies and the southies would return the favor in kind later.No. Things were in harmony.The only thing was that they used to hang out in their own groups. Now, am the kinda guy who chooses his friends based on who they are rather than where they're from. So I found the whole situation a bit unsettling.
Two weeks on and things started to improve. One thing that i figured out is that no matter how randomly you mix up airheads in a group, they will find each other. And so they did. Finally, things started to improve. I started feeling less bad about the cattle roaming arnd on streets, so did i about the canteen food which infact was no better than pure tripe( Now, dont ask me whether i've tried shit to be so sure of that....its just a usage). Its amazing how people around you can change the whole ambiance.
Among my fellow airheads over there, there was this guy whom i would refer to as 'weed guru' (for obvious reasons). Now, smoking up has always been right up there in my list of "things to do once i get outta home". So when i finally got the perfect mentor, everything was set to get high(Except that i had to get used to smoke first before smoking up and thats how i took up cigarette smoking. Now, how many people out there would have started smoking as a warm up to take weed??Not many..I know). The time we spent at 'weed guru's' room will go down as the finest hours of ilp and am sure many of my friends would also agree on that.
And thats how i got stoned. What else can i say about it than "Duuuuuuude..its fucking awesome. Die as a virgin, never mind; but dont(for fucks sake) die without trying weed"

If getting stoned was awesome, falling in love felt even better;way better. But the harsh reality of life is that things always go downhill once you reach a crest. I had already reached that high(pun intended), thanks to my friends and the 'stuff'. How stupid of me it was to think that i can get happier. Again blame it on my fucking gut feeling which told me that i stood a chance against all odds. But 'when you are in love you dont fucking care about the odds', do you? And that too when you think that the girl has got the hots for you. 3 months back, i would have rephrased this as" when you KNOW that the girl has the hots for you"..thats what 3 months can do to you. Now dont blame me for this but how else can you interpret when someone keeps telling you sweet sissy stuff like " i've been dreaming about you", "I want to be with you,but you are always busy with your friends", "i get the feeling that you don't like me, its always me who's running after you.You never make an effort" and not to mention the over the top tear jerking. Cmon, gimme a fucking break!! Deception; my friends, is a bitch.
And thats how I fell in love. All i can say about that is "love hurts".

I would soon find myself reversing roles; If i was heart broken a few days back, i would soon be the heart breaker. The only problem was that it was a fagot heart that i had to break. I would rather have broken his eenie weenie and make him dual entry compatible but then again all he did was caress my legs in a very "friendly" manner.
Now, screwing up is like a chain reaction. One screw up and before u blink there's another and before you realize you are completely fucked up. Expectedly i screwed up in the end term exam but luckily(only if I could use that word more often...gosh!!), i cleared the ILP. But i wasnt feeling any better as i got kolkata as my base branch. Of the three options we had it was my last choice. Make no mistake, I've got nothing against Kolkata, its just that I preferred Mumbai. As i was leaving for kolkata i again had another gut feeling, this time that i can manage a transfer to mumbai. At this point you have a pretty good idea about my gut feelings. So the only thing thats left for me to do is to explain how I DIDN'T get transferred. I tried everything under the sun to get a transfer (that doesn't mean that i tried the 'getting under ur HR's table' trick) . Not only that i didnt get transferred , i got fired and that too on the day that i was expecting to complete the final procedures of a mutual swap to mumbai. And the irony is that i got to know about this while I was in temple praying for the transfer. As it turned out, they had found a video that i had uploaded in Utube; A video that was taken inside the unix class while the class was going on.
And thats how i lost my job. All I can say is that, that video had no profanity, no secure information or anything relevant for that matter. I uploaded the video only after seeing similar videos up there in youtube but those bald headed bastards would have none of that. But then again they did their job, so fair play to 'em. No complaints( am just being diplomatic, whoever it is behind me losing my job i wish they rot in hell; but not before they get lost in a jungle where leeches get to feed on their genitals and are finally gang raped by african gorillas..lol..damn!!am evil)

After this i did what any average jobless btech guy would do. I went to bangalore( i guess this time i wont blame my gut feeling coz going to bangalore was a no-brainer). If anyone thought that you are about to see a "Happys endings" where the protagonist gets a job, his girl and everything is good, rosy and shiney, then you are mistaken. The only thing I got from bangalore was leptospirosis(7 day fever) and to make matters worse i got wrongly diaognosed thrice before i reached back home and got admitted in a hospital. Even then things were not getting any better. I was allergic to the first antibiotic they tried on me n ended up having rashes all over my body. Hell, they even had to shove some medicine up my ass( and my hitherto virgin ass will never be the same again...boohoo).I was as good as dead. Having lost 8 kgs, i dint look anything but miserable. At that point, I suppose even god himself must have felt bad for me and maybe thats how I survived. After about 10 days i got discharged from the hospital.

Its been 2 weeks since. As I look back, I don't feel any pain, I don't have any grudge(not even against those bald headed cunts who forced me to resign). All I feel is a sense of gratitude, gratitude to every single person I met during the last 5 months; friends ands foes alike;Friends, for being there for me always, no matter what and others for showing me that the world is not all roses and candy afterall. As my close friend 'gyaan guru' always tells me, "consider every screw up as an experience. Take it, learn from it and then move on". How true.
If you have read through all that crass and reached here then there are two things that i would like to tell you. Firstly I appreciate your considerable effort in doing so. Secondly, dont think that its all dark and dull for me. I think things are getting better. Afterall my gut feeling, about this article panning out properly, was not out of place. Maybe its a sign of things to come. :P
As its said "Agar End mein sab kuch theek na ho to woh "THE END" nahi hain dosto.. Picture abhi baaki hai !!"...........................................

You know you are in Love when.....

2007-08-10T11:10:00.002+05:30

Since some of my fellow airhead bloggers have been writing stuff about relationships n all, I thought I too would give it a shot. So heres a compilation of stuff that people do when they are in love. This compilation is based on stuff that I have seen people do and to an extend some are from personal experience. So you might not be agreeing to some but hey, this is my blog and I write what I want. So on that arrogant note , lets get on with it.

You know you are in love when

1) You become hell bound on cracking up the mirror by turning up in front of it every next minute trying out different looks and end up being the butt of all jokes when someone happens to see all those weird stuff you do in front of the mirror.

2) You decide to search the junk to come up with songs which you once named 'sissy' and dumped deep in somewhere.

3) You can watch a Meg Ryan flick and come out not feeling gay about yourself.

4) Porno is no longer a priority in life.
In fact some even go as far as deleting their prized collection for which they spent hours, only to regret later after the breakup when they realize that 'mrs.starr' was a better bitch than their girlfriend.

5) You look at her face and not her boobies.

6) You become statistically dumb.
Realistically speaking, the odds of 1:1000 means that you have no frikking chance in hell. But when you become statistically dumb you think that ,that '1' there shows that there is some chance and refuse to understand the fact there's is a '1' only because you cant have a '0' in there.

7) You play the Rocky training montage and workout, only to wake up next morning with a bad back and a sprained torso wondering how Rocky managed to do those hanging ab crunches.

8) Your friends call u an asshole for being so fucking bothered about some chick and you rather talk to her than hang out with your buds.

9) You wake up one morning realizing how fucking miserable you were last day with all those sissy talks only to get on with more sissy talks later that day.

10) You start missing those good ol' days with mary jane.

P.S--symptoms 1-9 are also found in cases of extreme attraction bordering on the fringes of love. But if you experience 1-9 without actually being in love/being really attracted to someone, then dude....you need professional help!!

Mission statements and further misery

2007-08-02T10:15:00.000+05:30

Mission Statement:-- A mission statement defines the core purpose of the organization - why it exists. The mission examines the "raison d'etre" for the organization beyond simply increasing shareholder wealth, and reflects employees' motivations for engaging in the company's work. Effective missions are inspiring, long-term in nature, and easily understood and communicated.

So the question is, how much truth is there in such mission statements? As much as in a resume's objective I guess. Trust me, while i prepared my resume the idea was to make the objective catchy and for that it had to be something far fetched and so far from truth that if the interviewer ever happens to know me personally then i would get disqualified the very moment he reads it.

Wondering what this babble is all about? A couple of days back, it was my friend's treat for getting his first salary and we chose Cafe coffee day. I've been there before but only last day i noticed their mission statement and that goes like
" To be the best Coffee chain by offering a world class coffee experience at affordable prices."
Well, fair play to 'em.. for most part of the statement; except for the 'affordable prices' part.
I admit that its a pretty good hangout(except for when some show ponys are around showing off their phones , playing their fucking ring tones. More than appearing cool, they remind me of an 8 year old who gets his hands on a condom and runs around blowing it up thinking that its a balloon. For fuck's sake grow up!!) and they've got a nice variety of stuff as well; but to say that they are offering this at an affordable price is a bit far fetched. Being an unemployed guy, I did find it a tad expensive but having said that I have visited that place about 4-5 times in the last 3 weeks. So they must be doing something right after all.

So now onto the 'misery' part. Even when i went for this treat i was having fever. But I was thinking like ' if someone is ready to splash money for you,you should never miss that opportunity no matter what(unless of course the guy has intentions of screwing you after that...which luckily was not the case here coz my friend happens to be a pretty decent bloke).' So with that in mind i decided to go for it and I reached his place at night. So we guys spent that night eating and boozing till 3 in the morn and even without a single drop of booze i managed to get high ; more so than my friends.(I wonder how I manage to do that every time. No booze,but am always high). The next day I woke up with a high fever but then again its time to party, so fuck the fever. So we guys went out and had a grand meal. So grand that we couldn't finish it up and its after this that we decided to go to CCD. By the time I reached back home, I could barely stand straight. I was so fucked up. My mom told me that I should have realized that even though it was someone else's money , it's my tummy after all...

Me Myself and my Teeth

2007-07-06T02:20:00.000+05:30

Now, don't get me wrong. I don't intend to turn this into a dentistry blog(if at all such a blog ever existed i bet the first post would be on "the pleasure of milking money for inflicting pain").Well, thats the last thing on my mind considering what I've gone through.

I am seriously starting to believe that someone out there has made a voodoo doll and is messing with my teeth. Could it be a reader who's desperate to get another post on my dental trouble? Could it be Frank Ribery fearing that he would be left alone as the only one with cute teeth? Or could it be Michael Jackson doing one of his routine rituals?
And its going from bad to worse. I just broke the wire of my brace. That means that I will have to visit my dentist again. Déjà vu.

At least someone is having a nice time at the dentist's...

'Dentist' the menace

2007-06-10T23:15:00.000+05:30

Just as I was starting to forget the fact that i had started a blog and that i had to post something at least once in a while, I got a reminder....and a painful one at that.
Before i go into details about that 'painful reminder', I will just brush upon the reason for my forgetting about this blog. I happened to catch up with some old mates of mine. And trust me, there is nothing like catching up with your old friends especially when you haven't met them for more than 4 years.

Anyways, back to the point. Last day i visited a dentist to fix my braces. Ah, now you know what pain I was talking about. Actually this is my 4th visit to a dentist(..since i can remember. My mom tells me that i had a couple of my milk teeth plucked out by a dentist. But luckily I dont even have the slightest of memories about that).The first three involved general diagnosis and attaching some clips on the surface of my teeth. Hardly any pain at all involved in that even though letting someone put their hands in your mouth is probably the most disgusting thing that you have to do for your own good. Then after that the next phase was to pluck out 2 teeth from either side to fix the brace. The fact that I had to lose 4 teeth to fix one made me even consider dropping the idea of having braces( It had more to do with the 'pain factor' involved than my love for my 4 teeth) on. I tried to find an alternative to fix my problem. But after a lot of enqueries and consulting I concluded that this was the only possible solution. At first, it was a bit hard for me to take because in this age of modern science where even heart transplantations can take place just like that, i had to resort to this savage way of treatment.

So there I was at the doorstep of my dentist with the look of a person fighting a losing battle. When I reached there I was greeted by two nurses with a wide grin on their face and i was asked to wait as the doctor wasn't there. Now the look on my face is that of a person who clearly knows his fate and is waiting for the inevitable. Finally the doctor came in and I was called in. The doc was a guy in his early 30s and he too had a wide grin on his face. I then had to get in that specially made chair( the similarities between an execution and a visit to a dentist are so many that at times its scary). After the usual 'exploration' , he declared "it's time". It was time for me to lose something that was mine for more than a decade. The local anesthesia part was really bad. He kept on poking my gums with the syringe as if he was testing the tensile strength of the needle. After a while i lost sensation on that part of my mouth.I still doubt whether it was due to the content in the syringe or was it that my gums threw in the towel saying' "enough with your fucking syringe, i give up". Now i had that look of being 'comfortably numb'. So finally it was time for me to bid goodbye to my teeth. The doc took out forceps or something like that and started pulling. I didn't feel the pain but i could feel the pressure on my gums and also could hear my tooth cracking. The first one was easy. But the second one was a bit tough. I could hear the doc telling the nurse that my tooth was abnormally strong. Now, I don't know whether to take that as compliment or not. Even if it was , i was really not in a situation to appreciate it. After changing the forceps a couple of times and pulling it over and over again, finally it came out. During this entire process the doc was chit chatting with the nurses. Now, its either that he is a chatter box or its just that people talk a lot when they are nervous. I hope its the former because i dont want my dentist to be nervous while working on my teeth.

After that I was given an Ice pack and a few tablets. I came home and checked myself on the mirror. The look on my face was absolutely 'toothless' in every sense of the word.

Here we go...

2007-06-05T02:27:00.000+05:30

Most people are familiar with the term 'Stage fright'. I wonder if there is anything called 'Blog fright'. If there is,then that is exactly what I am experiencing right now.
Well, I am the new guy and this is my first post. So i guess this is quite natural. But why should i feel jittery in the first place? I mean, how many people are gonna read this anyway?After all this ain't no porn blog.(..not yet).
So, now that that's out of the way, lets get on with the blogging..

There was a not so distant past when i knew absolutely nothing about blogging. Its only in the last year or so that i started reading blogs on a regular basis and the reason for that is my love for Arsenal FC. Once the stuff given in the official website became too little to fill my appetite, i had to turn to blogs and since then am hooked onto it. And today my evolution in the blogosphere has reached a new level with me starting my own blog.

Its not as if my mind is buzzing with innovative ideas and thoughts that i decided to start blogging. To be quite honest this blog is the child of boredom.