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Ai sock

Socks have evolved over the centuries from the earliest models which were made from animal skins gathered up and tied around the ankles.In the 8th century BC, the ancient Greeks wore socks from matted animal hair for warmth. Romans also wrapped their feet with leather or woven fabrics. By the 5th Century AD, socks called ‘puttees’ were worn by holy people in Europe to symbolise purity. By AD 1000, socks became a symbol of 'wealth' among the nobility.

Sock puppets can be made from socks

As sock puppets appear friendly, non-threatening, and clearly non-human, therapists often have their child patients use sock puppets to help them talk more freely about things. For the same reasons, and because oneself and one's sock puppet often feel like two different people, one can speak through a sock puppet to express thoughts or facets of one's personality that one would not feel free to admit in person or fears would harm one's reputation were they actually said in one's own person.

some joys are for a lifetime

and I hate pictures for this.

Sisth Sense

Why is death so funny and inexplicably strange when that is the most well defined thingy I have come across ?

Is it because you are living again that you are finding it funny or is it coz you see injustice in the idea that all the deaths in a lifetime are singularly branded as one death ?

Loneliness , embarrassment , humiliation and rejection are plausibly good enough reasons for death but it is just so unfashionable.

Hmm

Bloody. Everybody dies.

Come on ! very few experience spectacularly multiple deaths. The rest just have near death experiences which technically doesn't qualify.Thoughts about self suicide and exams also do not qualify for the same reason. So, don't worry about exclusivity.

What about failure in love ?

lol. Sorry , but I go by The Book.

Which Book ?

....

Beg your pardon ?

You are so deaf.

Nevermind , that leaves only self-respect.

How romantic and fanciful ? Self-respect is quite a deadly thing but when did you come across that ?

I don't know but that's such a cool idea.

Dude! Get a life. Stop kidding yourself.

No re. I think I know how it feels like. I am actually confused.

Bah! Just coz some girl pinged you doesn't mean you go overboard and give that self-respect shit to me.

Hmm.She also asked , how are you.

Dude! What happened the last time when you smiled and almost waved to someone hoping that the person will recognise you ?

Well..that doesn't mean...

Didnt you do that again ?

I was. I was just...

How many times did it not happen that you wanted to meet a person and you were told how lazy the day is ?

You always distort things. It was like...

OK.When was your day structured as you wanted it to be ? How many weekends did you plan ?

Stop being rude. Every death was very meaningful and close to my heart.

Ok.Who diligently followed the career of Nadeem-Sravan ?

What is that go to do with self-respect ? You are mixing two different things.

Nadeem and Sravan ?

Self-respect actually is...

Dude!! You blog.

Ok.Fine. I am going. Bye.

' ; '

Rolling on the bed we passionately create so many worlds- some deceptively charming ;some shamelessly unreal , some reluctantly distorted ; sometimes to put all dreams to shame and someother time to develop a stronger bond with sleep, but then who doesn't want to avoid getting carried away / touched by the sweeping hand of time ?

So much rolling and such little moss that even incoherent emotions are slipping into the dark - flowing darkness that I have lived so far to touch .
Darker than the blue ,it is floating around with a renewed assurance that still blinds me in sleep ; probably even more magical than it ever was, but when I could not touch it even in spring , why not avoid dancing with the shadows to a rhythm that is being forcefully beaten down to silence with every second ?

But why dance when you can sing ?
like they say 'wise men sing'.

current music : sone ka rang hai / / jo dekhe dang hai
current mood : dang

I love my jokes

"I sound good "
- Mao Tse Tung

Dev,getting down on one knee , looking hopefully into the eyes of a shy and confused Kaali,
"Will you Das with me ? "

"I am a beast !"- Gangadhar Teddu
"We are beasts "- Jugal Hansraj

" Please.No more idly "
- Hieun Tsang

"...as an artist , how does it feel ? "
- unknown reporter to Dr.Rajshekhar

Location : Shanti Hair Saloon
" Short aa , Medium aa ? "
very hesitantly 'a friend of mine ' , "Bill Clinton laaga...err...medium "

Two much

* what better way to celebrate 'two' years at work where life seemingly has taught 'two' things about Control , it comes with a C but more importantly a V ?

*when there is so much scope for bad humour , why not ?


I'm an engine driver
On a long run, on a long run
Would I work beside her
She's a long one, such a long one

And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go

I'm a country lineman
On a high line, on a high line
So will be my grandson
There are powerlines in our bloodlines

And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones
My bones

I'm a money lender
I have fortunes upon fortunes
Take my hand for tender
I am tortured, ever tortured

And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
I am a writer, I am all that you have home
Home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones
My bones

(And if you don't love me let me go)
And if you don't love me let me go
(And if you don't love me let me go)
And if you don't love me let me go

and then you over do ..

If I could trace the lines that ran
Between your smile and your sleight of hand
I would guess that you put something up my sleeve
Now every time I see your face the bells ring in a far-off place
We can find each other this way I believe

From the hills and up behind, my town
is naked from the horizon down
The curvature is pressed against the raise
We walked up in the fields alone
And the silence fell just like a stone
That got lost in the wild blue and the gravel grey

Come and find me now

Though I'm here in this far off place
My air is not this time and space
I draw you close with every breath
you don't know it's right until it's wrong
You don't know it's yours until it's gone
I didn't know that it was home ‘til you up and left

Come and find me now

I keep you in a flower vase
With your fatalism and your crooked face
With the daisies and the violet brocades
And I keep me in a vacant lots
In the ivy and forget-me-nots
Hoping you will come and untangle me one of these days

Come and find me now

and suddenly you check an email about the deadline
your heart will just know what to do ...

July, July, July
It never seemed so strange