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....