at office ...

this comic describes exactly the way i sometimes feel at the office. Replace LEASE with responsibility / WORK.

you're out of touch,

and I'm out of time.

miniature bliss packets

He unsealed the black box from its plastic covering and opened the lid. The aroma of 'carefully selected tobacco, blended to perfection' hit him and brought about an unlikely calm.

He placed the filtered end of the white tube on the edge of his lips, inhaled deeply, and lit up the other end. The first drag burnt his insides with a pain he'd come to terms with.

The tea arrived in time for him to grease the inners of his esophagus with its warmth. The second drag was alot smoother, as his lungs adjusted to the smoke and his nerves calmed around the misty intruder.

He sucked on the filter another time, while the light on the other end came closer. The ecstacy finally started to settle, as his head spun for the first time. He was only half way through and the thought that there is another half to go, made him smile. He rushed another sip of the hot liquid down his throat, eager for the next drag, a better buzz.

His lips quivered now, as he released the smoke from behind his teeth. The sensation had begun its ascention into his head. Slowly taking over, like a gentle lover. Sweet and mysterious.

As his hands fell to his sides, his fingers trembeled with the rush. The warm breeze of midnight forced him to stare down at his own shadow; depicting a man who's grown obese with time and weak with cheap thrills. He glanced back up as his silhouette danced in the luminescence of speeding headlights.

With the light so close, that he could touch it with his fingers; he inhaled a deep last draft and let the lungs absorb the nicotine. His head spun again and his body buzzed with goosebumps. Just like he imagined!

He shifted his weight to the other leg, dropping the burnt roll of paper on the floor - still sparkling with hope; he let the radiance live.

And as he walked away, abandoning his semi filled foam cup of tea, he smiled to himself;

'sometimes you want to sleep with the taste'.

suffocation in oxygen

Quote of the day

Quote #2
Friend :- its sleek ... sexy ... sharp ... n saad :P

Quote #1
Friend :- I added him on facebook to see if he's real.

I dont care about you,
I dont care about anyone,
I dont care about what they think.

I do it for myself,
I do it coz I want to prove it to myself.

and nothing else matters.

every story's broken
every one's in pain


- fuck me I'm emo.

Dont tell me what I cant do,
I know myself better than anybody else
And if I fail,
I'll learn something new.

USE

B1 - MAAAAN I am so in love with this song. I mean I can just not get it out of my head man .. I mean its like drugs .. I just want it to go on and on.

G1 - Ahaan

B1 - You know, thats the thing with me, I have this phase. I keep listening to a song or an artist over and over and over again. On and on .. until I've sucked every last drop of pleasure and excitement out of it .. and then I kinda you know .. meh. BUT THEN, ages later i come back to it again .. and you know the drill.

G1 - but that's bad na? I mean ....

B1 - what's bad about that? I can listen to whatever I want to whenever I want to. ITS A FREE WORLD HUN! Aint no stopping .....

G1 - but dont you think you do the same thing with people?

B1 - ........... err .... what? ....

u like some cheez.

I know that maybe a day / week / month from now I am going to look at this and go like .. DOOD WTF? SERIOUSLY WTF? but for the time being ... here's some ultimate cheeze mateez.

I welcome your revolution
The substitution of your thoughts
My place in your heart enjoys some change
A relocation to a better spot

And how you smile it makes me weak
And how you wonder what I need
The excitement in the way you listen
Your anticipation to hear me speak

And how you want us to be forever
How you never want this to change
And how you never tell me the way you’re feeling
But you want me to appreciate

Oh you’ve become the one I wanted
Oh you’ve become what I’d imagined in my head
Oh how I cant stop from falling in love again
Again in love with your new self.

How you’ve lost your reservations
And the attitude of stones
And how you want to talk about everything
In my head you’ve begun to unfold

The way you hate it when I am going
And how you miss me when I am gone
The jealousy that is so reflective
The possessive nature of your love

Oh you’ve become the one I wanted
Oh you’ve become what I’d imagined in my head
Oh how I cant stop from falling in love again
Again in love with your new self.

But I take a step back from this place
And cynic on this happy phase
There is nothing that I’ve done different
What has brought about this change?

Oh you’ve become the one I wanted
Oh you’ve become what I’d imagined in my head
But I cant help thinking you’re faking this
Why do you love me now this way?

Oh you’ve become the one I wanted
Oh you’ve become what I’d imagined in my head
Oh how I cant stop from falling in love again
Again in love with your new self.
But I cant help thinking you’re faking this
Why do you love me now this way?

and yes there is a tune to this. oh god. I am already contemplating the post.