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This Is About Me

rock_26iin | 30 October, 2005 19:18

Hello people.

I realized (very foolishly) that this blog never had an intro so most of the people who read this blog (i.e., if people really do read this blog) have no idea about who/what I am and what/who I like to do. So, (yea, I have this habit of using the word “so” a lot), I am about to tell you a few things about myself:

1.) I am rock_26iin (Like you didn’t know). Well, I am rock_26iin in the virtual world, if you want to know about the real me, just look on the road for a person who has no idea where he is going, has extremely disheveled hair and ask the person if he has any split personalities. If the answer is yes, then that person is I.

2.) I like, no, I love to irritate people. It is just something I love to do. I am considered one of the, if not the, most irritating person in my peer group. I am sorry if this is getting on your nerves, but it is something I love to do.

3.) I am a decade and 7/10th of a decade old. I know that isn’t a long time but for me, it is my entire life. *Brief pause*, okay, that was stupid to say. That is another thing I am very good at being, i.e., stupid. No one understands what I say half the time and no one wants to understand what I say the other half of the time.

4.) From the topic of “time” (see previous point) I remember, that I am probably the worst at managing time. No matter what I do, I just cannot seem to handle time the way it should be handled. I end up killing or wasting most of it. Maybe one day, when I die, all that time will come back to take revenge, you know, I’ll have all that wasted and killed time but nothing to do with it. Maybe I can kill the wasted time and waste the killed time. Hmm……

5.) From the previous point, if you read it, you must (or, if you are slightly dull, might) have understood that I talk crap most of the time. (See Point No. 3 for more).

6.) I am also senseless. Its not that I don’t have common sense. I have a lot of common sense but, like Calvin, I just choose not to use it. That is why sometimes things I say end up making sense although that was not my intention. So, (see the part of the intro in parentheses) I just talk and those who want to listen ,namely, no one, listen.

7.) I am eclectic. Before you run to correct me, I will say that no, my tastes are not eclectic but I myself am eclectic. I am a weird farrago of everyone and everything I come in contact with. So, don’t be surprised if I sound like this person or look like that one. In the end, I am still myself.

Alright, I think I have told you enough about myself for one post (even though I may have said the same thing over and over again). So, I will take leave now.

Fare thee well.

Im A Believer

rock_26iin | 11 October, 2005 18:51

I have suddenly started believing the theory of relativity. It makes a lot of sense. No, seriously, it does. It just makes sense that the movement of stars millions of light years away, the names of which you don't know and probably never will, can affect your decision of whether to eat the remanants on the plate or not just makes sense. Okay, bad example, actually, horrible example. Alright, I'm trying to be funny and I know that its an exercise in futility and so I'll just tell you what suddenly has made me believe in the theory of relativity:

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Location : KBR Park

Scene : The subject, i.e. I, is jogging (or doing a rather silly impression of what is perceived to be exercise) and is thinking of how mucked up his life is. He continues with this train of thought throughout the jog, trying to make some sense but it appears that sense has its own work to attend to. Anyway, when he is abt 400 mts away from the out gate, something happens.

This is what happens:

Some guy tells his five year old kid, "Just watch where you are going and you will be alright"

Sense suddenly returns to this hitherto idiot and he believes that relativity truly does exist.

~~~~~***************************************~~~~

Now, some explanation : Things are supposed to happen the way they happen. And the reason they happen the way the happen is because you try to make them happen in a certain way and may or may not be succesful. Now, does it make sense?

P.S.: This post was suppposed to come out ages ago but somehow it did not. (BW might know when this happened). Maybe, this decision of mine will make some alien lifeform not commit suicide.(Relativity)
P.P.S. : The apostrophe ain't working in the title of the post. Maybe, someone in Honullulu is constipated

Calling All People With The Green Stuff

rock_26iin | 27 September, 2005 20:56

Please sponsor this for me:


I'll give you the whisky side if u want, I just need this extremely badly!

Please!!!

The Concerto Of Passion

rock_26iin | 16 September, 2005 22:17

The crunch of the pebbles under my feet, the wind washing away the worries on my face and I’m running. My hair dancing with the breeze, a gush of pure wind, pure enough to cleanse me too. Slowly, a lonely Pariah walks along the path, in the opposite direction, his face bears the scars of experience, he has walked many a paths, he knows where they go but I don’t have the time to look at him.

An orchestra of power accompanies my rhythm of movement, a crescendo of hope, the chords of promise..Come, let us adore him…My pace quickens, the path still winding but the promise of new vistas awaits and drunk on this belief, I move on. The orchestra starts to gather pace now..Come, let us adore him, abuse and then ignore him, no matter what don't let him be, let's feed upon his misery

The waves, the torrents of the past, the abuse, the lyrics, all returning for a fleeting instant, then washed away in the winds.

Then the reminiscence, the denunciation, the abandon...the freedom

A vow unto his own, that never from this day, his will they’ll take away

Buoyant on the belief, the journey towards the unknown...but there is still hope. The dragonflies dance with me, walking along with me, the woods surround me, providing a shelter, a canopy for they know their King is here. There she looms, majestic as she should be, the Castle of the King, that King is I. The King touches the moat of his edifice, the Gods applaud with thunder but the doors don’t release, the King is in wonder.

The King lies beneath his Castle, with his feet towards the door. Whether the Castle lay at the King’s feet or the King at the Castle’s was a matter of opinion. There they lay, facing each other, eye to eye, not a movement, the Rain God cried foul and unleashed his downpour. However, the King was not to back away so easily.

The King lay at the Castle’s feet and continued to stare for he knew that she had to open her gates to him, she had no other choice. Finally, the Castle melted, the drawbridge lowered and the King glowed. The King and his Castle were together again. The Crescendo Of Power, the Symphony Of Unification and The Concerto Of Passion echo throughout the Kingdom.

Ocean Of Thoughts And The Fish I Caught In It...

rock_26iin | 02 September, 2005 20:33

Random thoughts that floated through my mind while my English lecturer was giving me words to play with (she was explaining something and I was picking random words from those sentences and coming up with these...um....I don't know what to call them..)

Independence is relative

Responsibility is a hinderance to genius.

Seclusion - the desperate man's best friend

The best narcotic is power

Ignorance is blissful to whose who have it and painful to those who seek it

Loneliness goes hand in hand with introspection

Subjection by will - sign of genius?

Legislature - protector or destroyer?

Edit:I've filtered out a lot of other stuff I wrote which didn't really make sense..to a layman atleast..maybe some psychiatrist can discover hidden patterns in them..My mind is deranged.

The Universe Is Wired The Wrong Way

rock_26iin | 27 August, 2005 22:44

A very good friend of mine once told me a sentence. Although I did not believe him at first, certain instances in my life have finally convinced me that he was indeed speaking the simple truth. That one sentence, which comprised of only three words, couldn’t have had a better impact on me if it wasn’t for losing to complete losers only because of some stupidity on their part.

Ever had your dreams shattered even though you were 99% sure they were going to come true? Ever had a multiple KLPD when you thought things were starting to work out? Happened to me, and its not a nice feeling.

Anyway, that one sentence I was talking about, comprising of three words is “People are shit-bags”.

The Truth has been spoken.

Ocularis Infernum

rock_26iin | 25 August, 2005 17:21

Bleed my flesh, crucify my body, take me away...please...kill me now!

She has awakened for me, she is calling me with the stalwart glare that befits her. Peace, serenity, love, all the things that she does not offer..are also now the things I no longer long for. Left at solitude, left with myself, she is my everything, Ocularis Infernum, here I come to you.

Goodbye and good riddance

Things To Do And Not To Too

rock_26iin | 18 August, 2005 22:02

This time I am going to live up to the name of this blog. In diverging from all the poetic stuff, I am going to tell you somethings I think are true and I speak out of experience.

- Dumbf*** is a very, very funny word

- When you look at the mirror and scream, it means you don't look like your mental perception of yourself

- You may not remember what you did after 2 packs of Parle-G and 3 cups of coffee

- A ghost-written autobiography isn't really an autobiography

- "Ask me no truth, and I shall tell you no lies" is one f***ed up paradox

- "Glittering Bathrooms that fit your pocket" isn't a very smart marketing slogan. What the f*** will I do with a bathroom in my pocket? Maybe put a finger in the tub, or let my thumb go for a shit so that it can think....hmmm

- Slapping someone in front of nearly 100 people is not a very smart thing to do, especially when those 100-odd people are parents of your friends

- When your life revolves around a discussion board and yahoo messenger, it means that you have no life at all

- The amount of language needed to be known, to get around in a place that knows only that language, is equal to the amount of language to be known to say that you don't know that language

- When you listen to "Paranoid" for an hour and a half continously, it probably means that you are paranoid too

The Ivory Tower

rock_26iin | 15 August, 2005 00:04

Encased in the beautiful silence
We lie here,below the ivory tower
Lost in each other's dreams
Allow the night to become ours

The silver orb shining brightly
Bathing in light, the ground white
The stars winking slyly at us
They share our secret, smiling bright

Her brilliant tresses
Her flight of doves
Her innocent caress
Love from above

Night gives way for day to enter
While we still lay at the Ivory tower
You gave to me, a belief in self
A sense of magic, a feeling of power

Time to leave for the future beckons
One day we shall return to these roots
The stars bear witness to this parting
As if, for consent, a star shoots

Her jovial laughter
Her angel wings
Me, her slave or
A puppet on strings

P.s.:As usual, I do not know what this means.

They Managed To Say So Much...

rock_26iin | 04 August, 2005 01:37

Well, I actually wanted to write some prose here but unfortunately, or fortunately realized that I have very little knack for it. So my blog lay dormant for a while and then out of the blue, creativity strikes! What follows was written in 25 - 30 minutes and is supposed to contain a story (if you figure it out, tell me too, 'cause I want to know)

The power of darkness
I see in those eyes
The beauty of black
And sun-lit clear skies

I see them,
Filled with innocence
Brimming with joy
Startling by their radiance
Loving with arrogance

Quietly, playing with me
By their only power, vision
Giving consent to approach
Then refusing permission

Mirroring the impossible
Signifying the unattainable
Silently reminding me
That they are free

Fly away, I tell them
For you are to come back
I cannot live without you
You already know that

Lowering themselves
Savouring the moment
Harbouring the pain
While I stand silent

Then the dreaded words
“Goodbye, my dearest”
Hazy is now the world
Lost is the meaning of the last word

Now, all I live with
Is the image of those eyes
Disappeared, has the beauty
Paled, have the skies

Memories....So Many & Yet Too Few

rock_26iin | 15 July, 2005 18:04

Breaking chains
Breaking shackles
As they scatter
And rattle

Freedom achieved
Slowly
Painfully
The pain is lost
Thoughts, memories
All washed away

Mistakes realized
Slowly
Painfully
Pain reins once more
Memories flooding back
Memories I cherish once more

The Scorpion & The Lion

rock_26iin | 09 July, 2005 18:44

Someone, anyone, please make sense of this.

Don't wanna go back
Don't wanna stay here
Never knew what happened
Never will know the cure

Partly understood
Partly destroyed
Left in the chill
Ammunition deployed

Forgotten words
Forgotten memories
Never will I forget
Those late night stories

Sweet sounds drifting
Birds softly singing
Bells all around ringing
The scorpion, on the lion's den infringing

Silence once more
No statements any pure
In the grass verdant
Lost, the scorpion ardent.

And The Story Continues....

rock_26iin | 30 June, 2005 19:02

Ok, this might sound like sh!te to most of you'll here (if you are here, i.e.) but as someone once said, "All bad poetry comes from true emotion", it comes straight from the heart. Hope you enjoy it.

The Acme Of Solitude

'Twas once said
"It is better to have loved and lost
Then never to have loved at all"
But what if, you lost the love
Before you had a chance to say it at all?

Broken hearts, broken dreams
Silently, the night screams
I pick up these fragments of a broken heart
And head towards a new start

How was I to know,
That pain would come disguised as solace
And tears would hide behind the laughter
That happiness would be a losing chase
And defeat would be the final chapter?

I thought I had reached
The highest of altitudes
Until I realized
That it was just the Acme of Solitude

I stare at this expanse of life
From my vantage point here
High above the raging world
Me alone with my fears
Alone I stand here,
At the Acme of Solitude

Laughter of the winds
Silently ridicules me
Why don't they go away?
And let me be me?
Taking away my sanity
Breaking away my foritude
People stare at me with vanity
While I stand at the Acme of Solitude

Friends and family
I know not where they went
All this anger, all this pain
I know not where to vent
They push me into this gaping hole
Expecting gratitude
Feeling rid of my soul
I stand at the Acme of Solitude

Me & Her In The Woods

rock_26iin | 27 June, 2005 20:10

Towers of crimson
Dance with the wind
Her tresses of auburn
As if flames through them, skimmed

A countenance of power
The light of stars
Her radiant laughter
I'll love her, ever after

Her robes of amethyst
Waltzing with the breeze
Cascades of beauty
Emanating from the trees

In her eyes, innocence
In her glance, purity
In her voice, laughter
In her arms, endearing serenity

Credibility Denied

rock_26iin | 17 June, 2005 22:39

I am going to try to talk sense here but I don't think that is possible since I am senseless. But that should not mislead you, since senseless people are very much able to talk sensible stuff. Now this sensible stuff (which will come later)that I am going to try and talk here, will make sense but will be completely pointless. As such why are you even reading this when you know that it is going to be pointless? I'll tell you why, its because this is a human instinct, to do what you are not supposed to be doing. We just can't help it, we want it and so we do it and I do not think I know what the "it" in this sentence means but I think that you do. Or maybe you are a cryptographer and are trying to look for the point of this post in all the sensible stuff bred into it. Well, I wish you all the best

rock out!
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