there's no fighting fate, i suppose. i got terribly tired of blogger, i think grey depresses me. not monsoon clouds, but grey backdrops with morgue faced coffee cups. and rediff has kicked me- well everyone off its blog servers. or so it would appear.
i am listeningnto bong music, chatting with my sis on YM, scratching my face and wearing a vest with butterflies on it.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
public opinion can be the damnedest thing---make a man a monarch, or a scullion a king!
not just waxing poetic here--if indeed that deserves to be called poetry. here you have an ordinary, average bloke. unnamed, of indeterminate age, weight, sexuality and aptitude. then he goes and starts to blog. and within months, he has amassed a fan following like none other--except maybe 'i can has cheezburger' of wordpress infamy. a matter of 2 years and he has his own website, wins blogger awards (dubious though, i think those would be) and a fan following, like none other--if i might be allowed to repeat myself.
which just goes to show that he probably does nothing else except stay online in his free time. sad, that.
i used to be slightly like that bloke. my blog was my world--almost my life. and hey- i don't regret a thing. i met some nice people through it, aired my thoughts, expressed myself without inhibition for the first time, and even came closer to my significant other. yup- i would never admit this anywhere else--we met on my first blog, at least 4+ years ago.
sigh....
awright. you never heard that. anyway, its not an online relationship now--hasn't been for years. :)
what exactly am i ranting about here--if at all that? the fact that some loser someplace with little grammatical knowledge and practically no sense of wordplay garners a fan following of hundreds (ha ha) while i languish unknown(!)
maybe. envy--thou art the darnedest thing!
maybe not. after all, he really probably has no life.
P.S--it really could be a 'she'...i tell no tales, remember? ;)
not just waxing poetic here--if indeed that deserves to be called poetry. here you have an ordinary, average bloke. unnamed, of indeterminate age, weight, sexuality and aptitude. then he goes and starts to blog. and within months, he has amassed a fan following like none other--except maybe 'i can has cheezburger' of wordpress infamy. a matter of 2 years and he has his own website, wins blogger awards (dubious though, i think those would be) and a fan following, like none other--if i might be allowed to repeat myself.
which just goes to show that he probably does nothing else except stay online in his free time. sad, that.
i used to be slightly like that bloke. my blog was my world--almost my life. and hey- i don't regret a thing. i met some nice people through it, aired my thoughts, expressed myself without inhibition for the first time, and even came closer to my significant other. yup- i would never admit this anywhere else--we met on my first blog, at least 4+ years ago.
sigh....
awright. you never heard that. anyway, its not an online relationship now--hasn't been for years. :)
what exactly am i ranting about here--if at all that? the fact that some loser someplace with little grammatical knowledge and practically no sense of wordplay garners a fan following of hundreds (ha ha) while i languish unknown(!)
maybe. envy--thou art the darnedest thing!
maybe not. after all, he really probably has no life.
P.S--it really could be a 'she'...i tell no tales, remember? ;)
Friday, August 17, 2007
The reason for the new look: I am feeling dark and dangerous nowadays. I do have cause for this for once, I must say. Or well, maybe I don’t. Won’t think about it.
I am susceptible to mood and atmosphere. Maybe more so than the average person. So although my current state of mind wants me to go heavy on blacks and reds and gothic style ethno-punk, I will NOT let myself do that. I will pull myself out of this. I will be pink and white and cheery again. Someday.
For your sake.
Suresh C Mantri.
R. I. P
I am susceptible to mood and atmosphere. Maybe more so than the average person. So although my current state of mind wants me to go heavy on blacks and reds and gothic style ethno-punk, I will NOT let myself do that. I will pull myself out of this. I will be pink and white and cheery again. Someday.
For your sake.
Suresh C Mantri.
R. I. P
Monday, June 25, 2007
Friday, June 22, 2007
this has been a curious week. on monday, i thought that nothing could possibly move at all, that work would be as dull as ever. i have not, i mut say, been proved wrong. it has been dull as ditchwater, seemingly everyone is fast asleep!
the week went on. i had an interview on tueday with a charming lady...and it has led to some fantastic results. excelt that i cant seem to convince anyone of them!
curiouser and curiouser, the days slipped by. i would be free all day, reading old sherock holmes ebooks and yawning openly, hiding my disgust...and of course this lassitude told on my sleep. well if you dont do a jot of work at day, youy cant sleep peacefully at night, yeah? of course, the reverse is true too, and extreme exhaustion can also rob one of the ZZZs one craves. still, thats not important now.
but it was the most disgusting day ever. i wrapped up 2 files....child's play..and then to my utter horror, i discovered the beginnigns of a zit on my lower lip. yes, actually on the line where lip joins skin.
it has been a ghastly day. i am most displeased...and as one of my characters would say
we are NOT amused.
the week went on. i had an interview on tueday with a charming lady...and it has led to some fantastic results. excelt that i cant seem to convince anyone of them!
curiouser and curiouser, the days slipped by. i would be free all day, reading old sherock holmes ebooks and yawning openly, hiding my disgust...and of course this lassitude told on my sleep. well if you dont do a jot of work at day, youy cant sleep peacefully at night, yeah? of course, the reverse is true too, and extreme exhaustion can also rob one of the ZZZs one craves. still, thats not important now.
but it was the most disgusting day ever. i wrapped up 2 files....child's play..and then to my utter horror, i discovered the beginnigns of a zit on my lower lip. yes, actually on the line where lip joins skin.
it has been a ghastly day. i am most displeased...and as one of my characters would say
we are NOT amused.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Sunday, June 17, 2007
empty skin
smiles within
smiling skin
empty within
i wish i had the power to rip off the mask you wear, just for an instant and see you as you really are, not what you make yourself out to be or what i want you to be. the blood, the pain, the ghosts and shadows. the smiles, the scars. everything.
i wish i knew how you really felt. how you felt about me.
i guess it isnt really possible.
that doesnt stop me from wishing it.
smiles within
smiling skin
empty within
i wish i had the power to rip off the mask you wear, just for an instant and see you as you really are, not what you make yourself out to be or what i want you to be. the blood, the pain, the ghosts and shadows. the smiles, the scars. everything.
i wish i knew how you really felt. how you felt about me.
i guess it isnt really possible.
that doesnt stop me from wishing it.
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