Twenty-Too!!

13th September, 2013 will remain a very significant day in my life. Not only is it a Friday, but also because today I am free.

If I write about you on my blog; if I even mention you in a passing sentence, then know that either I despise you or I love you a lot. And if you do not know how to value either, then kindly take your ass and rub it against a thorn-bush for thirteen hours. Yes. 

Now, I had one of the best birthdays ever. I spent the day with my closest friends, ate amazing food, looked sexy, went to my favorite restaurant, and got amazing presents. What more do you want? I even made my dad pose for a picture together and THAT is RARE. Today, I feel so blessed that I have such amazing people around me... people who have always made me feel special and loved. 

There was no cake. No candles. My birthday started on a rough note, but I took perhaps the best decision of my life till now. It is amazing how just one day your patience gives up on you. And for good! 

The best Friday the 13th since 1991. 

I am finally 22 y'all!! 

Happy day. Happy people. Happy place. 

Thank God It was Friday =D

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Today was an eventful day. Also, 16th December accused will die! And I have started watching Grey's Anatomy. Still getting accustomed to the whole TV series thing. But its good. Though I don't like Meredith.

Happy To Me!! :)

Now Playing: Bad To The Bone | George Thorogood

La-La-La-La

An otherwise really boring/lazy/dull day, this day turned out to be quite cool. What made my day??

Half an hour ago I was texting with my brother and he told me to YouTube some songs as I have NO space left in my laptop. Yes! I have achieved the unattainable. All the storage devices have been exhausted. The only storage left is in my phone but well let's not go there. iPhone is strange in that sense!
YouTube is the best thing that happened to the Internet. I opened it to watch some cool videos and the home screen had this:

You know I don't usually fall for Indian men (which is not a good thing since it limits my options). BUT!!!! This one video is a major turn on. The song is quite stilly. Who cares?! Ranbir Kapoor gives me hope that there still might be some decent looking Indian men left to ogle at! Also, he does that one step better than the professional dancers at the back. *.*

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The things I like about living alone in a room are the freedom to one, wear anything you like and two, dance at absolutely any time and to anything. Everyone should live alone at some point in their life! It teaches you to love yourself- something which a lot of us are sadly unable to do. It also teaches you how to chill. 

Also, I have done some of the coolest projects this term. One was Male Habits and the Contemporary Woman and now I am working on analyzing the movie Pulp Fiction as an example of postmodern art. English literature is one hell of a discipline. So glad that I studied it for these three years. 
Reading Charles Bukowski these days. I love what he says: Find what you love and let it kill you!
On my way, Bukowski. 

Lots of love. 
-x-

Watch Me Explode.

On the road when sugar rush was on the extremities, and liquor was out of stock, there emerged I, with cigar in one hand and silence in the other.

I never speak. Words are like freckles on the skin; they are meaningless and the leave deep impressions.

I do not listen to what the little voices in my head tell me to. That is just too superficial. I do not blame anyone.

I believe in the higher order of intellect; the one without boundaries...the one without any obligation of this world.

I endorse exclusivity. No one affects me as much as my own self. Nothing can beat me.

The other side of me is too bright for you to tolerate. I am not haughty. I am just brute honest.

Deal with it, love. 'Cause I am T.N.T. baby. I am Dynamite.

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 Now Playing: T.N.T. | AC/DC

Nothing much. Just sudden self realizations. In love with life. Peace.

 

She was The Jade

She. We were the world. Things were set straight soon. It was the only life I had. She. The only words I ever knew made her their Sun. She. The only bliss I had experienced was her touch. It soon fell under the spell of repulsion and withdrawal. She. The only eyes I saw while waking up were black. They soon turned black. She. Lost in her own soberness, she did away with my madness. I. It was all inside here...right here! The madness. The uncontrollable fire. I gave rise to the phoenix she was so proud of! I. She knocked me down with her smile earlier. I. She knocked me down with her smile now too. Only the connotations changed. She. The only hidden closet she had was the one with her hatred. That out, now I cannot exactly determine what she has kept in the hidden closet now- my name or the whole part where she said she loved me. I. It is not darkness I am going through. It is not even the enlightening moment. It is the only time I am talking about 'I'.

She. The only things which made her close to me were down in the dumps. Well, those included the way I looked at her. She. Today, she wants me to look at her differently, for she has always been right. I. Lets not talk about the million dollar question of what's right and what's wrong. Lets not get into the tiff of breaking the myths and bubbles of her little world. I. God only knows how many times she has peeled the skin off the cuticle of my nail. Oh well! I know that too. Approximately a hundred eighty five times. It did hurt.

She. There was one thing which opened her eyes. Well, the doctors asked her to wake up. No, I am not trying to be funny. Trust me, that is exactly what happened. The doctors did the miracle, as always. I. The memories are secondary thoughts at the moment. I want only one thing. She. Not. I.

I. Tables have turned, love. Promises were never broken. The only difference was that you were never the unattainable. You came too easy. Left more easily. She. Not. This day, she commands me to let her beg of me. Well, I have one thing to say to her. I. I sang for you. I brought rain for you, erased the clouds from the sky, even almost touched the bottom of the bottle. She. You were the sigh I took when I broke my first guitar string. I had tightened it too much. I. Well, lets rewind it. She. We were the world. Things were set straight soon. And honestly, I have some rum to finish. She. Not. I.

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Now Playing: Babe, I'm Gonna Leave You | Led Zeppelin

Mad Mad Woman.

Do I look like the mad woman
Who got out of the skin
Of someone totally bizarre?
And who looked at you from the deepest
Of the mysteries and anxieties
And even more nerve-wrecking truths
Suddenly overflowing with stark amber eyes
Dripping every drop of water from the nape of neck
To the muslin carpet underneath your bed
Just to remind you...
Yeah! You should clean it!

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Now Playing: L.A. Woman | The Doors

Got Your Guns, Love?

Its when you took out your guns
And split the legs wide open!
How did it feel to taste pleasure?
Its when you smelled the gore
And realized I was a nymph
Whom you got by luck.
Your stars were good.
So were mine.
It was like we were Trojans
Bound by the common thread
Of misery and war and ruthlessness.
Its when you bore the grief
Of being stripped of every single piece
Of humility and honesty that you ever possessed...
And gave me a pretty mirror to look at
When haze was the paradise
And illusion was your food!


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Light Years Away | MoZella

1.

Just one song
We get to live.
Just one illusion
We get to hit.
Just one wall
We get to cover.
Just one love
We get to lose.
Just one goodbye
We get to give.
Just one lie
We get to say.
Just one promise
We get to break.
Just one life
We get to bang.
Just one gunshot
We get to screw it all.

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Now Playing: Bang Bang | Nancy Sinatra

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Dangerous.

...continued

I shot him. First in the groin, then in his bloody eye! Thought he could get the better of me. Loser!

It all ended that day baby when the thought of fucking me came to your mind. You were born on the streets, you belonged to the streets. Not I. You wanted to make love on the streets, die on the streets. I fuckin' killed you on the streets. Last wish fulfilled. You see, I am a dutiful human.

It ended that day when you called me beautiful because you saw the perfect shape of my ass in the rain. You didn't even remember the colour of my eyes. But you knew how my skin would have tasted.

I gave you a piece of your own, baby. You were right. I am beautiful. I am what M.J. says... Dangerous.!
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Now Playing: Dangerous | Michael Jackson

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Sexy Back!

She stood right in front of me. I thought she'd come and kiss me, or better... just strip and give me a nice job! She came really close. My heart thumped. I was born on the streets, lived on streets and I knew I'd die on streets too. That day I thought I'd die of anticipation. I swear I thought I'd die of adrenaline. Her red lipstick was moist... I guess they call it the gloss. Yeah! The gloss. She came real close, put her hands in my pants. I closed my eyes.


*BANG*

And the very next moment I was down. I smelled m y own blood gushing out of my groin. I saw her strapless shirt moving with the wind. "Gosh, she had a sexy back."

She looked back with fiery eyes and shot him in the eye.

"I got your back, baby."
... to be continued.

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Now Playing: Sexy Back | J.T.

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