Truth

Truth... I tried hiding from it.
But it to no avail.
It stood revealed.
Invading every molehill I dug.
Pervading every prison I built for my self.

Truth....I tried hiding it.
Locked in my mind.
Sealed by my lips.
It raged iniside with demonic calm.
And I finally realised that it was I who was raging.

Truth...I ate it down.
Swallowed like a bitter pill.
Truth that survived the bowels of hell,
withstood my flimsy test as well.
Truth, out it came, indigestible and worse that before.

Now I am stained by it. Forever. It is the smell if there is such a thing...

Haught!

Immediate Haught,
'cause of the worst stomach any man can ever have!,
'cause of the need for EMOTIONAL distress, after 12 hours of COPY/PASTE,
'that which drives me to browse from 11pm to 12am...

Haught is everything i ever wanted ... Haste ! of an unchaste mind,
of moving frames that freeze once in a while .. just for style ...

once again

really glad to hear nihas talking about movies again. i got your mail but couldnt reply because our net connection is slow and yahoo is off most of the time here. so i thought of using blogger. bala told me that your meeting in chennai was really charming. so neo keep up the mood and get the screen play ready.

RAM is back!

" And on more thought i think order is middle class. And then i should be middle class. "
-- Guys rejoice ! Ram is back!

The simplest of all three

Am a hypocrite .. True ...

Whilst you two make this blog the best of all with your originals,
I am back to my same old track ...

I am now thinking of a commercial film ... Adaptation of "Bringing out the dead", "Dil Chahta Hein" and many others .. dont know why ... why the fuck am i thinking of a commercial copy-cat film ..

There are two characters that i identified ...
1) Nicholas cage .. the medico ..
2) Saif Ali khan ... The guy who works at Call center at night .. a hyper active guy.

but i need a third guy .. which i cant think of .. his job should be in the night ..
saif is the exact opposite of cage .. he thinks of girl friends as credit cards ...

crazy am i .. ???? or am i a haughty bastard ?? but this blog does require some shit work from me ... because if you guys keep writing ULTRA COOL and kidilam stuff ... we will soon forget what a shitty blog is!

ideally .. a one and half hour digital film .. budget 1 lakh ...

Disorder

My little feeling on disorder as expressed by system of a down......and yes i know that i would die if i dont know what comes next.......hypocrisy is my middle name..

"Toxicity
Conversion, software version 7.0,
Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub,
Eating seeds as a past time activity,
The toxicity of our city, of our city,

New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder,
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence,
Sacred silence and sleep,
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep,
Disorder, disorder, disorder.

More wood for their fires, loud neighbors,
Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck,
Eating seeds as a past time activity,
The toxicity of our city, of our city,

New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder,
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence,
Sacred silence and sleep,
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep,
Disorder, disorder, disorder.

New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder,
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence,
Sacred silence and sleep,
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep,
Disorder, disorder, disorder.

When I became the sun,
I shone life into the man's hearts,
When I became the sun,
I shone life into the man's hearts."


so much for recycle philosophy and page filling exercises.....

should there be order

I am being pulled back to routines. I do feel it but i am tired to fight. Yesterday afternoon while having lunch with my colleagues i just blurted out that order is boring. I talked about the monotone feeling of things in order. After saying all that i thought deeper. I tried to figure out whether i live my life in order. And damn i do. I talk something and i do something else. I thought of breaking them. But i dont think i can do it. I cant argue with myself for disorder. or should i.
And on more thought i think order is middle class. And then i should be middle class.