Haven't

posted on this blog for a very long time. Well I did post some things and then deleted them. I think I love my blogs :|

Sometimes I read what I have written some two or three years back and I am certainly enamored by my own writing.

Self-appreciation apart, It feels jolly damn good to read one's own posts; it does. This blog started off as an anecdote in memory of  SEPTONEXUS, our college gang, formed in the fag end of second year in college and destroyed by the end of college. It started off with me and Mishtizaa blogging about the fun times in college. I haven't met her ever since college ended. I wonder what she is up to nowadays. I remember our enthusiasm about starting a blog together. It is somewhat equivalent to having a baby together. Over the years it became more about my chance encounters with different people which are somewhat errhem.... embarrassing to read and Mishtizaa disappeared somewhere.

I was thinking the other day, unlike my blogger contemporaries; I never stopped blogging. :)

The frenzy has died out somewhat because my fellow homies on the blogsphere have stopped blogging; some have started new blogs which have also fizzled out. I still maintain the three blogs on blogger, and one on tumblr, I even started a blog on livejournal. That makes it five blogs all together, that I am rather proud of. 

Come to think of it, I never got rid of the habit of writing it out. Whatever, generating content out of the sky and the moon and rocks and my thoughts etc. It was never much of a problem, thinking of what to write about, because thoughts I have many; sometimes I would just need a dose of mary-jane and then I would be set. Writing becomes, for want of a better word easy after a dose.

Anyway I am not going to steer into talking about dope, enough of that already.

I will talk about how darn wonderful it feels to be blogging like a boss again, I feel like as if I have gone back to my college days, my writing has improved. Because I don't have anything else to say right now, I am gonna copy paste from my livejournal account, coz I feel like as if I have struck gold, if you know what I mean ;)

• Oct. 31st, 2013 at 4:09 PM

So I am rather very unecessarily happy about yesterday night and today morning which i saw, witnessed with particularly an eye out for details, the sheer beauty that lies in nature's elements transfroming smoothly from one to another. Of course I was severely doped throughout' which is really to be taken for granted. Also, this is my first post on a new blog with a different website which I have definitely started adoring

in which i talk about my day.

• Oct. 31st, 2013 at 10:17 PM

Pretty sulky actually, mainly because of something I will keep referring to as The situation at home
Which I am absolutely not going to discuss over here because that is the main reason why I started this blog, to disturb and distract myself.

• Current Mood:  contemplative
• i

second (or third) day @ new job

Right

So I have changed the look. again. Thats what I do, every time I sit down to write something on this blog, I suddenly feel too old and world weary. So I have to please myself to change the look so that I can be excited about blogging here again. The background's a bit cheesy though. But I don't mind. And anyway, I don't think anybody ever reads this blog, so it does not matter.

So I wanted to write about yet another dope induced flowery and far fetched escapade. On a rainy day, I survived a mosquito laden metro ride towards the north of the city. The auto ride after that was short, smelly and cheap. The brisk walk after that was just fine because it was about to rain and the weather was unnecessarily windy. But humid. So when I reached the cream colored house after a small walk, I was sweating profusely. There was air conditioning inside. Somewhere down the line, after two or three beedis, a moderate looking joint was rolled, and I was instructed not to be careless with the ash. That guy went out of the room when I was smoking; because he no longer liked the smell of weed. Thats a different story all together. Some other time.

So alone inside a neatly whitewashed room, seated on a divan, I looked out of the window. The window sill was red and cemented. The ashtray kept on it was made of steel. I lit up my joint and looked outside at the rain. I was a slow and lovely afternoon. The guy came in after sometime. We went out to smoke another beedi. Once we came back inside, he locked both the doors. He switched off the tubelight and switched on this ancient green night bulb. The moment the windows were closed, I wafted away to this timeless stretch of time. Stoned and lazy, I sat there tripping on a green light on a rainy wet afternoon.

And what happened afterwards, is best left undescribed ;)

Again, another Sunday afternoon of arm-rests and lazy lunches. Did I tell you I am sitting in this tiny space of two little rooms and a kitchenette and an ancient coffee machine almost all alone except for this guy I don't know what to do with? Like sometimes you just sit and laze around and let go? I get to do that with this guy. There have been times we've wafted in and out of self-induced reveries sitting side by side lapping up each others' presence inside auto rickshaws, vanity vans,local trains, dimly lit bars, his room with red walls and once even on Marine Drive.

Once he was siting upright and looking dreamy because of the alcohol in his system and I was sleepy and groggy and the tube light was shut off and the moon light found its way between us and he was narrating stories of his unmade films and I was staring straight into his shining eyes, and I thought, "Fuck, this guy reminds me of my childhood". And that was it.

I like the look of this blog SO very much that I feel like writing a long laborious post.
Now for that, I would have to think about what to write.
What is IT, with people and me getting deleted from their friend lists?
By now it has happened so many times that I have started believing I have some deeply engraved problem that makes people hate me so much so that they delete me without informing me!

I feel hurt and confused and i don't know what else.
Then there is the problem of the Alien. I think its high time I blog about it and try and soothe my nerves, somehow.

so this guy had the MOST wonderful deep-throated lovely voice. I used to wet myself just listening to him talk, on the phone. Never got around meeting him. And then, one fine day, he just vanished. Deleted his facebook profile and suchlike and stopped taking calls and just vanished.

Okay I shouldn't really be talking about him because that tell-tale lump in my throat is about to start forming itself and i don't want to start sobbing inconsolably sitting inside a cyber cafe...of all places.

So to kickstart the funky new post-makeover life that this blog is about live, I have some secrets to spill out. I like doing it with chocolate. You have no idea just how chocolate effects me. I can kill for chocolate. Right now, I am off to have dinner with this poster boy nerd. IIM product. As dull as a mosquito. I mean I am sure he is all smart and intelligent with the number crunching thing or whatever they do at the IIMs. But he is SO fucking boring. Goes on and on about his job and how he hopes to get a better job. But I have nothing better to do on a Saturday night. So off I go. I hope he pays for the dinner!