Breaking "ME"!

XLNC | By Aditya | 2009 Trackbacks (0) Comments (17)   
I want to change normally, not through all your crappy advice!

You are robbing me of my concentration, my creativity, my will to think. You deprive me of my freedom of will. I am no longer an individual. I am now a slave, a modern day slave. This is infringement of basic human rights. I would rather prefer to shoot myself than be a puppet in the hands of my masters.

This is problem with having an open mind; people come along and put all kinds of nonsense into it.

HOPE FOR IMAGINATION!


I haven't misplaced it.

I haven't. It's here. Wherever...Somewhere...Here. Beneath all this chaos. It has to be. I had it the other day. I saw it there. I put it there...in the back of my head. It couldn't just have gone astray. I just have to unearth it. Just have to locate it with better attention. It's sure to turn up.

I hope it does, at least!



My Soliloquy

XLNC | By Aditya | 2009 Trackbacks (0) Comments (3)   
The Match

This is the sort of thing they ought to teach you at school. But they don’t.

All those years of waiting, hoping and wanting to learn how to play. And then you find out there are no rules, that there isn't even really a game. You learn that it’s just a confusing back and forth with no one keeping count.

No means to tell if you're winning...constantly worried that you've lost.

Irreconcilable Solitude

I told you they wouldn't understand... at least not initially anyway. They're narrow-minded that way, the lot of them. Not dogmatic, you must know - they mean well – but they’re just slow, and a little petty. They'll come around in time...probably. And if they don't, well, that's their problem. You don't need them...not really. It would be nice to have them on your side, but you don't really need them. You've got to learn to stand up for yourself. For who you are, what you believe. You can't let them oppress you. That's what they want, you must understand.  They're refusing to understand it because they're hoping that if they don't understand it pretty soon you won't understand it either and it'll all go away. I don't mean they're pretending not to understand it, I mean they're choosing not to. And you've got to deny them that choice. You've got to force them. And you can do it too. I'm telling you - you can. And besides, you'll have to now. So maybe this is a good thing - their not understanding it. Maybe it'll force you to grow up a little. Show a little strength of character. Don’t just sit there and lament all the time. Don’t expect to be cared for regally and be given special treatment. I thought you wanted equality. I thought that was what this was all about. You know I'm on your side. You do know that, don't you? So what if they don't understand? Like I said, I'm sure they'll come around eventually. You shouldn't be telling them if it is going to hurt you badly. I told you they wouldn't understand.

And as you know adults are this mess of sadness and phobias.


Locked Inside Your Heart-Shaped Box!

XLNC | By Aditya | 2009 Trackbacks (0) Add comment   
I know you will never completely recognize how you've touched my life and made me who I am now. I know you’ll never know just how truly extraordinary you are and that even on the darkest of nights you were my brightest star.

I also know you will never fully understand how you've made my dreams come true or how you've opened my heart to adoration and the wonders of life. You've allowed me to experience something very hard to find - the trust that survives in my body, soul, and mind.

I don't think you could ever feel the affection I’ve given you and I'm certain you'll never realize you've been my will to breathe. You are a wonderful person and without you I don't know where I'd be. Having you in my life completes me and fulfils every part of me.

I don’t know whether I should be happy for ever knowing you or to cry out for losing the most important organ of mine. You were my sphere of strength, satisfaction and sorrow. 

Nobody will ever know how beautiful you are until they see you with my eyes; they’ll never know what true splendour is. They’ll never worship you as I have done and you’ll never know that you were loved so much.

You were everything to me, and you don’t know I exist. Thinking of you I could live through eternities in a moment, yet you wouldn’t think about me for an instant. I want nothing from you, nor did I ever expect anything. For all that you’ve done to lead me to a life of magnificence and wonder I am indebted to you.

All I want to say now at the end of the most blissful journey of my life is – THANK YOU!



Maybe She's Born With It. Maybe It's Make-Up!.

Humor | By Aditya | 2009 Trackbacks (0) Comments (9)   
Bored of all the DLF Maximums and Citi moments of success, I and my friend thought of going to a movie... and he brought a female friend of his along. Now everything went fine until after the movie when she wanted to buy a deodorant, which incidentally she found at the ground floor of Prasad’s (who the hell thought up of placing a cosmetic shop in the middle of a multiplex?).

Well all she had to do was go buy the deo and come back, but she had been gone for 15 minutes. So I intrigued by all the cosmetics and make up ventured into what I can describe now as the most knowledge gaining one hour of my life. Well as soon as I entered a 10m radius of the store a strong odour hit me... it apparently was the “aroma” of nail polish and lipsticks. This female was trying out a nail polish, and me being who I am told her it was getting pretty late and we had to get home. She gave me a stare which I interpreted as “Disturb me again and I’ll surely kill you!”

As I looked on, she tried out at least a dozen colours of nail polish and then asked ME, if the aroma of the deo and the colour of her nails were complementing each other. I was dumbfounded, I mean I am a guy who can’t choose between the two sets of jeans I have and here I am being asked about the intricacies of cosmetics!

I told her in the most diplomatic and politically correct manner that both were fine together, which was an answer she didn’t accept. She tried a dozen more colours and finally when I thought she was all done, she shifted to lipsticks. Now this was the limit I thought and as I was about to venture out, she called me and asked me if the lipstick and nail polish were of the same shade!

Here I give you this piece of trivia... did you know that soft coral, transparent pink, warm copper, soft sandy brown, iridescent brown, warm red, princess, sasson, waldorf, impala, burgundy red and dark red were all shades of red lipstick! And Caliente, California coral, Capri, Clam bake, Really Red, Red Hot Mama (what kind of a name is that!!), Rose Bowl, Fifth Avenue and Russian roulette were shades of red nail polish!

The only reds I know of are dark red, light red and the Red Devils (Manchester United for Life!).

So after about half hour more of choosing mascara, face gloss, rouge, eye liner, concealers, powders and sun screen lotions and a bill worth a few thousand rupees... She was finally satisfied.

Through all of this, my friend had sneaked out and was happily ogling at all the other “beauties”. I mean I finally understood that beauty was not in the eyes of the beholder but in a cosmetic store and anyone with an hour’s time and a few thousand rupees to spare could easily buy it. (And you would require an additional hour in front of a mirror!).

 No wonder it takes females millennia to get dressed and all. My sister being the worst of them all... it takes her eternity to put make up on and after all the effort she feels it isn’t good enough (if only they were so involved with things that REALLY matter)!! I mean I got firsthand experience on having to decide between Really Red and Rose Bowl... and I still argue that both are the same!!

Sorry about all the female bashing but I speak the truth and nothing but the truth!



Missing Pieces

XLNC | By Aditya | 2009 Trackbacks (0) Comments (2)   
For those who LOST track of me :-

If there was a God, he would've shown himself by now.

The intoxicants I personally recognize are music, fun and technology.

I don't care what you think, this is MY life.

If you ask me, I'll tell you EXACTLY what I think.

My personal life is MY OWN, who the hell are YOU to dictate?

Screw general opinion and society. The only principles and rules that matter are my own.

Apologies never reverse a screw-up.

I don't do your work for you, you do it on your own.

I don't care about niceties.

I work because and if I want to.

Don't ever take me for granted. I might be a joker, but I am not a stooge. And I'm not half as stupid as you think I am.

Be nice to me, I'll love you. Piss me off and you'll regret it.

Sacrifice is nonsense.

You can voice your opinions, but don't expect to be heard.

I might be suffering from apathy, acedia, akathisia and anhedonia, but that doesn't mean that I can be termed a depressed lunatic.

The only effects of 10mg escitalopram are Generalized anxiety disorder and Sexual Dysfunction!

I'm egotistic, tremendously self-assured, intolerant and damn pompous of it.



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