i hate everything. yes i must complete my sentences.

i hate.

through rusted bars

...the bars may rust away with time

but the word outside will still return your smile

through the rusted bars...

haha. i met new people.
and heard new things. same old new things.

SOHINI:you are one crazy crazy chick.

SOMEGUY[apeejaybassist]:bachha.
[this just HAD to come in somewhere,right?]

SOMEOTHERGUY[someguitarist]:you are one funny piece man.

RAWRY:haha the first time i saw you i thought you were some kind of uberintellectual teacher who loves drinking vodka. XD


yes. i is jobless yet again.

to you

my dear someone,
There are so many things i've always wanted to ask you, always wanted to tell you, so many things that i want you to know but can never really say to you, and so many thoughts to fill you in with. But most importantly, i would like to ask you, my darling, WHY DONT YOU FUCKING EXIST?
love,
me.

the best damn thing.

hide and seek biscuits are the best things that could have ever happened to the world.
dont argue.

okay.

we (or lets say I) do suck. and its official now.
and im so not going to face anyone in the school rock circuit in the next 2 years even if our school is allowed for the thing called FESTS, the definition of which i wish to forget. THIS INSTANT.
but that would mean not meeting rad musicians (cuteonesespecially).
how amazing. how the fooking amazing.
and i detest blogger for not allowing the straight face denoting character to show in our posts.
i mean, WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAS TO GO AGAINST ME ALL THE HOLY TIME?
no you dont HAVE to answer that thank you.save your effort.

i am immensely bored.
tell me which part of the word immensely or the word bored you dont understand and ill gladly explain it tinyatombit by tinyalphabit or tinybetabit.
yes im THAT JOBLESS now will you stop rubbing it in?
thank you.


but the word jobless isnt quite right. we have prelims for the nie funfest tommorow where around 25 or more or 55 or something schools are participating [or so im told] and only 5 schools make it through to the finals. we are 4 people- 3 of us girls with the guitar and this guy with the drums. so. we've had just one practice session. without a drumkit that to. and my mother *ahem* wont allow me to practice tommorow. so we go straight to swabhumi, feeling like apples waiting to be thrown into this 'other' barrel which holds all the closetoorcompletelyrotten ones. and do stuff that hardly any other girldominatedband ever do in fests here.
growling. distortion.andmore growling.

i just hope i enjoy myself.
and im not quite sure if im supposed to be hoping to get through.
this is our only chance though.
ahhh how i wish we make it. YES I WISH that i can do CAN I?
we may suck but that dont mean its illegal to wish for something.
and GAH. WE DONT SUCK OKAY?
:


yes and now the boredom is turning into pissednessdom.
and i should go and play with my fender a little.
yes i said play with it and not play on it but who said i must be technically correct in everything i post here?
whoever said it isnt getting what he/she wants.
he may go dunk his/her head in a poolfull of dragon pus.

kaleidoscope;

an eye for an eye?
haha..not quite
i'd like my kaleidoscope back instead
you can have your eyeballs right in place
and enjoy the saccharine beauty of the world outside
i'd still like to have myself trapped in neverland
sittin in the corner...with my kaleidoscope
green-yellow-blue-purple
ahhh..i see a multicoloured mayfly!
and next moment its a pyramid upside down
-a replica of the world..but not quite round-
pretty patterns being conjured out of
bits and pieces of a broken heart
but I don't mind
as long as the patterns please my eyes
but you see through all of it-
you face the truth...while I sing along the lies
you can face the bad world
and show em how tough you are
damn! you survive reality and live with it
and i shall survive -living in dreams
while you can shun your dreams
-lock em up in a dirt speckled glass jar
but i'd like more glass dreams to
invigorate my mind
for my jar ain't locked..
my kaleidoscope still welcomes me inside
and has a lot more to offer
than your mournful lullabies
my kaleidoscope is teh love
and im not afraid
even if it breaks..ill hold on
and it'll make my hands bleed?
its no matter
and then we can have another colour added to the list
RED-green-blue-yellow-purple dreams clenched in my fists
you can be busy being the realistic fool
that you've always been
and i'll still be the loser with a dreamy smile
and i'll have my kaleidoscope back somehow
ill poUnce on you
..maybe stab you with my dreams
hahaha you cant bear that agony
you cant
no i wont settle for all that you have to offer
so quit trying to enlighten me
let me be
in my dreamy trance
quit trying to dare me too look beyond neverland
quit trying to make me sober when im high
and step into my kaleidoscopic world
i dare you.
i dare you to try.



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i lobe it. dont laugh.

she...is just another person in the crowd
& just like any other person in the crowd..
she gets pushed around..a lot. and a lot.
and a lot more.
time makes sure everything changes...faces disappear
and new ones appear, to haunt her existance
but she...is to stay
until she's seen everyone and everything pass her by
with time mocking her mute cry

far too many times...has she seen
'friends' turning 'strangers'
too much of pretence...to many goodbyes
sick and tired of the cruel life..she keeps
getting pushed around...


catches sight of people and faces
she thought she once knew....
the childhood best friend , flaunting his new piercing
and showing off HIS [fake] pictures....
the kind old lady ...who made her believe in angels
and in between, her dreams [of swimming through the stars]
swimming across her brain..
which makes her look at life with disdain
chasing after sweet fantasies which keep her from
facing the reality..the dreams which
disappear in a moment
or get stolen by some malicious bastard in the throng
and again...she gets pushed along
with the silence within her drowning
the vociferations of the crowd
the loneliness slowly and steadily
annihilating her soul..
but nothing makes a difference really..does it?
in the end..its all going to be like its going to be
the void that now is..will remain
..getting pushed around is just
a part of the game she's learnt to lose

and then.
they bang into each other.
a pretty stranger..
just another face in the crowd, was he?
look at each other..their glances meet...
share a few words..a few smiles
a few dreams...a few wierdly amusing fantasies..
he gives her his thoughts..she gives him her song
just two different people in the throng
the perfect strangers' meeting...like nothing could go wrong
they serve as muse for each other
somehow it does matter..he says
it does matter..?she prays it were true
and before she knew it..she had sold her soul
to his heart of gold...for dreams,
the far fetched dreams..that deep down she knew
were never to come true
..and as this thought eats up her mind..
she asks him to look away
'but dont you want me to stay?'..he asks...
but she does know her life only too well
full well does she know
..that their fates,someday,will do them apart

and sure enough..
next moment he runs into another pretty stranger
forsaking her .. quitting the game
..for a stranger with a different coloured iris...
a different sounding name..
she watches the two disappear
hand in hand..
and she has no one to blame

and once again
she's just another loner in the crowd..
with nothing to save..nothing to lose..



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thats something i had wroted way back. like around 2 months back?
i guess. or maybe three or maybe four
it couldnt be more...haha i just felt like posting this and another and another maybeh.
xD
and blew eez a naice color. veary veary. =].