Hyde n Seek

The duality in question is actually a trait, which is imbibed so deep in certain individuals that it becomes their downfall.
    Not by enemity shall it leave, neither will learn,
       Will tear apart the moral fibre, now is its turn,
         Feed it your raw emotions, asunder it will burn.

Zombies in India - I

 

A scary possibility ain’t it? Imagine you driving, on your daily commute and suddenly a *THUMP* on the windshield, and an Indian Zombie trying to gnaw his way inside the car, to relish your innards. With a country this populated, it’s likely that there will be a plenty much to feed upon, be it the fat guts of the majority, or the paunches galore in the country.

Just imagine a Delhi Police constable being the infected one, the right with which he’ll claim the citizens for his hunger, this time literally for the stomach. Or the politicians who will try and gather the vote bank of the infected, promising them free meat for their votes. Even the corporates won’t spare you, and you’ll see billboards of products with taglines saying – “Tastes just like meat”. The crowd will reduce drastically, a new form of survival of the fittest, if a place gets too crowded, *RRROWL*, and left standing are the ones who could devour the most.

More on this later..

The Untitled Blog Post

Which deals with the random juxtapositions of a lifetime of dwindling interests held up by a carbon fibre like thread, which in turn weighs upon the chances of supporting such stuff in the forward direction of the space-time continuum whose inverse is going laterally backwards in a parallel universe. All Good!

The Parallel Spiral

Individuality, films, niche, loop, lust, coke, dream, goa, sitcom, friday, lights, girl, tea, lapse, shine, mumbai, write, future.

Typot!

A visceral discharge, lamenting the passing away of something which was once so dear. But with the passage of time, travelling great distances, bides adieu, creating an emptiness, a void which would be replaced by another one of it's kind.

Thou might be brown, thou might be yellow,
In a sturdy state, or might be mellowed,
O Ye old fellow, eternal is thy name,
For without thee, nothing would ever be the same!!

!TIHS


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Write? Right!!

To write is to create, to give birth to something, to procreate, to unwrap another one of those infinite layers which masks you from your ownself.

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Saali Khushi!!

Lying in the glowing darkness,

           Thoughts dancing in the eternal madness,

         Saving the happiness available in the evitable sadness,

     Finding through means unknown the amazing Varun-ness!

A new year, pinned hopes, unfulfilled ambitions.. Yes, on top of it all, Ye Saali Khushi!!

I did and undid so much, would be apt to call this the blunder year of my life, which is a good thing, as it showed me so much - 2 years of feelings in a dustcan..emotions demoted to ashes..back to square one professionaly, starting from scratch again! Ha, to quote joker - "It would be funny, if it weren't so pathetic! Heck, i'll laugh anyways, HA HAHAHAAAH HAHA HA!"

Does seem funny, all this stuff, but in some morbid way, it did contribute to this dynamic called life. The point that should come across is, that rants and babbles aside, it's been a good life. But ain't enough, there's always more room for improvement(lots really!), and a scope for improving it and bringing it to a level that the change is evident!!

Such croonings are way too common at 3am, lets see if i make it into a morning edition!!

Happy New Year!!