sorry onir

few days back i went to see this movie called "sorry bhai" night show in a multiplex.one of my friend asked me -"is it worthy?" i told her-"its onir". inspite of seating in the a.c. i could still feel the warmth of MY BROTHER NIKHIL and was expecting some good sarcastic humour.things started as usual.the intellectual humours,pun and other typical onir stuffs.some people around me rose up in their seats while some(plural)cosied in.

i was enjoying -sid's timid indifference,harish's materialistic look out along with alliya's seductive courtesy.time was passing.things were changing.twists n turns came in.chemistries changed.practicality sucked.the same old romance started to blow out.bonding of five years dissolved in 5 days.the outcome was simple- same car but different driver.i was not enjoying any more.

this was not what's simply expected from onir.its something like rgv,sg,etc.the conflict of self imposed hunger was there, emotional turmoil was definitely there but there wasn't any value.there was no strength in those.it was a mere greed.a selfish outlook of individuals prompting them to compromise on one ground for the sake of showing pseudo-strength on the other.a cladestine flow of typical bong intellectual incest rolling throughout.practicality was simply materialistic.one expected to be rational walked around handicapped by some sentiments which was(or is) yet to be deciphered.all idiotic sentimental fools.

2 hours passed.we came out of the theatre.my friend asked me "how was it?" i didnt bother to nod.i felt its all cheap bakch""i..

syllogism

junks of elements like graph sheet and lab records are getting new dimensions these days.people ought to be so called practical in this rat race of the renowned fish market.one claims to be manipulative and smart; shit loads all around- he thinks his is the best and then happiness all around...
what if some body else extrapolate his thought process??

plural is always stronger than singular.so its better to lick ass of many. one farts you chuck his and move on to a new one.now licking ass has a great advantage( strategic and positional).you don't need to face the storm, neither do you have to lead the way nor do you have to find the appropriate one. also you have an added advantage of back-stabbing.
why do we always pretend to be honest?

phlegmatism is like a high way.drive fast and if you seek solace stop by the boulevard(dreams are not always broken;use an adhesive).they say masochism is a style.now style has glamour and is generally associated with brands.the point of introspection is what's the brand value of masochism?you should have a fat pocket anyways.
if show-off is to be seen,what is to be realised?

dissection of success is the most complicated surgery.contrary to opinions it gets easy with quantitative increase.a mass protest needs to be always an indication of mass resilience.violence can be constructive at times.its simpler to cut into layers than dissection.does an intangible object has its own life??
modern day surgeries use anaesthetics.

if one could fabricate one's life, the process of synthesis would be the costliest thing.think you are serving for the match point in Wimbledon final.don't you want your heart beat to match with the vibration of the ball in your hand?
nothing is perfect & impossible is nothing.



"let me see you speak just for me...."




adios..

subconsciously conscious

just jobless now and was reading some correlated blogging of someone with tagore and himslf.now i hereby hit upon this template.basically i want to chit-chat{(i dont care about the blog title....duuahhhhh.....)see i am proving that i am jobless}.
let me boast plzz...plzz..ok here i go i claim to be good in maths.(check out the bracket patterns in the above line...i proved myself...)
why are you still reading this??[ r u still reading??]....come on buddy lets have a hug ..you are also joblessly insane as i am...cheers..!!!!!!

oh yaa..i did hit upon this template.the star on the left corner reminded me of something.isnt it like that of che's cap??dude believe me he is a real icon.yeah iconic value do change.basically the redness of communism has faded to orange of socio(or neo or hyped or bloody iconic) communism.(hurraay!!!!i got a proof again.)basically its all about intellectual faking if not commufaking.who gives a damn??? yeah i am trying to be happening...lets wear a che tshirt...i am a capitalistic communist.( dont blame me i am trying to understand the concept..long live red book)...

the flavour of raw coffee still lingers.lately i joined a community of narcissism on a networking site.the most happening thread was -"will you date the guy/gal above?"..again who cares..plz some one tell me the difference between psychology and synthetic analysis??raw coffee is really a good nacrotic.now 1 thing i am lately interested is instrumental musics.what if i dont think of show off(but i still will continue pseudo womanising).basically i will then hear to THE PATIENT of tool.

actually i got a bollywoodic enlightment.there is a shekar of parineeta in every damn fuck of us.bt again who cares?? well to be a hypocrite i tried to care. ooopss maria sharapova's cleavage is more attractive when she serves.( i like women's tennis).basically i like to see what i feel good( you may call me pervert;but this time i really dont care as if i did anytime)..

i wonder if ever there is a blaze of glory in an eagle's nest or they wake up to bells of freedom.people claim to be creative but where the fuck this idea generate???lets have a bottom shot of the remaining bacardi( i am not proving myself to be creature of night).

let the darkness prevail.let it marry cold numbness.let them have indifference as their son and sarcasm as their daughter.i wish every hypothesis becomes a law, every dream becomes a desire,every heart dominate brain..(why do we think??ans:-we are hungry)

i have moved into a new habitat.i am now staying as a non paying guest in the house of mr. darkness.my mom calls me every nite to get confirmation if i am living fit and fine(will she any day dare to ask if i am dead?) [mom i hope you wont read this -in case you do no hard feelings and sentiments. i really love you.]

i am trying to figure out that our fate is whether an axial or an normal component of our life.if its not any of them then whats is it inclination with i-dont-no-what.its basically like my two hands conspire against my brain to imprison it and kiil my heart,then sell my eyes to an unknown customer(there are somethings which money cant really buy)
they say people speak the most important thing at the end of a converstion.


"When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons"


now i always have that feeling..so dont nod at me..




adios....