Use-Me

If only skies came falling down.....

noreply@blogger.com (vigbert) — Mon, 07 Dec 2009 08:29:00 +0000

I would fall down in Aberdeen , buy a few balloons and just like in this movie , would fly back home ....

HOME - a word that has a new found meaning in my being ....probably the only tine in my entire adulthood that my eyes got all watered up at the mention of it. Probably a fleeting , irrelevant emotion in the world right now , but thats where i m headed too...an irrelevant , fleeting world. Even the K3G title song on the Lufthansa radio tugs at the strings of my heart ....it is the first time that i am aware of the distinction between mind and heart.....

What if i create a big scene here and get the aeroplane to land ?

What if my parents die while i cross the Atlantic ...i always thought only death could do us apart ...not such geographical dislocation...i-94 ? what if i don;t fill that up ? but if i really go back would i be failing mom and dad ? what will dad do when i am not around ? what is he doing now ?

even the desperate attempt to imagine hot , naked women doesnt wriggle me out of this irreconcilable damness..it only reminds me of all the sunday evenings that i had at home in all the 24 yrs ...i dont mind writing a half yearly telugu paper....So, yes i am sissy...but no amt of self deprecation is helping as i shamelessly wallow in pain and agony and long to go back to mom and dad...

a pain that is impervious to the spiritual strains of khwaja mere khwaja on the flight radio. Thinking of the more unfortunate alkso doesnt help.

this isnt a state of mind . it is life telling me that i am in deep shit , but since a lot of people have taken this shit before , i have no right to feel anything now..and then the barge of fancy words being thrown at me...'home-sick'...'first time na ?'....I DONT CARE..

i am dying . not a slow death but a quick painful exhausting death which almost feels like each finger being sliced one by one into 3 pieces , skin being peeled off layer by layer with chilli powder and pepper sprinkled all over and into the eyes...shoulders dislocated ,,,legs cut to dangle from the hips while that guy in the office i envy is being given the SMARTEST and the MOST SUCCESSFUL guy in the entire universe.

As tears dry up , mind goes blank ...as the most wasted time of my entire life awaits me and selfishness reaches a new height ....i shall take my mind off me ...involving myself into the lives of these people stuck in time travel.

Work in progress

noreply@blogger.com (vigbert) — Tue, 04 Nov 2008 15:40:00 +0000

after weeks of doing 15hr days in office , its only fair that the scary poet inside should be let to vent out..

home home home
home sweet home
om shanti om
all cool boys come on and make some noise
home shanti home
all the hot girls put ur hands up and say
home home home

from teen love to toon love

noreply@blogger.com (vigbert) — Fri, 31 Oct 2008 03:58:00 +0000

i saw this coming , but didnt know it'd be this quick..

she's hot!!

I H A

noreply@blogger.com (vigbert) — Wed, 10 Sep 2008 02:16:00 +0000

15 years after K.H.K.N

13 years since A.H.A.T

11 years after H

finally comes........... MMJ

ironically , that swades pic

noreply@blogger.com (vigbert) — Sat, 06 Sep 2008 14:58:00 +0000

Sundaram

noreply@blogger.com (vigbert) — Sun, 31 Aug 2008 03:17:00 +0000

here -->

Particle Physics

noreply@blogger.com (vigbert) — Tue, 26 Aug 2008 06:03:00 +0000

Reverend Brother , respected teachers and my dear friends

noreply@blogger.com (vigbert) — Mon, 25 Aug 2008 16:36:00 +0000

tinku thinkaadu

noreply@blogger.com (vigbert) — Fri, 15 Aug 2008 18:01:00 +0000

on a nameless morning anta , in a weightless hour anta , the sun was absent anta , behind the clouds so far..
far, far.

frantically, he wrestled the thoughts out of his mind. in a way not often expressed in public, he moved his hands.. infuriated at the sudden demise of the pompous sanity that sustained the pertubations of his wicked world. kicking out the shoes from his feet, he walked away from the congragated set of soul searchers. in his mind, it was the silliest thing that man could do. why in gods name, would anyone actually be bereaved at the loss of such pulchritude, he muttered under his breath.

he went along and sat in a huff. under a rusty old cold kissed flagpost, appealing in its solitude. man should sit with the likeliest thing he sees. not in his years had he seen a flagpost like that, like a blank white face in school reunion, it stood there in a corner, waiting for someone to come along and sit next to it.

no no that doesnt't end there..

yesterday is a bar around the corner, we visit. once in a while.

WHY RE TINKU ? WHY ?

Happy Feet

noreply@blogger.com (vigbert) — Sun, 27 Jul 2008 05:53:00 +0000

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

noreply@blogger.com (vigbert) — Sat, 26 Jul 2008 20:36:00 +0000

and I hate pictures for this.

Sisth Sense

noreply@blogger.com (vigbert) — Sun, 20 Jul 2008 09:37:00 +0000

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.

' ; '

noreply@blogger.com (vigbert) — Thu, 17 Jul 2008 03:40:00 +0000

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

noreply@blogger.com (vigbert) — Mon, 07 Jul 2008 06:57:00 +0000

"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

noreply@blogger.com (vigbert) — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 04:46:00 +0000

* 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

from 32 to 36

noreply@blogger.com (vigbert) — Thu, 19 Jun 2008 01:34:00 +0000

why are too many sounds making music ?
clock ticks....

the universe is just expanding
watch ticks....

there is too much science around everything
clock ticks again....

why is everybody thinking when i am doing it ?
watch ticks again....

too much of reality can be scary but sleep walking is equally challenging
watch over does it and ticks again n again....

a lot of gravity around makes things very vague
and it is never too late to return to less cheerful things in life
after all , clock and watch both tick....

tujhe sab pathaa hai naa maa

noreply@blogger.com (vigbert) — Mon, 10 Mar 2008 02:42:00 +0000

The Legend

I love Sayeeda Aunty !!

noreply@blogger.com (vigbert) — Fri, 01 Feb 2008 04:15:00 +0000

Hi Rohini,

[ hello / how r u blah ]

Now when is Vighnesh getting married? Start looking for him too. Here boys and girls are getting married as soon as they are in college. Some times they are studying together after marriage.

[ tralala lalala ]

Love

Sayeeda

hmm..Absoultely. Very True , I must say.

noreply@blogger.com (vigbert) — Sun, 27 Jan 2008 14:55:00 +0000

A few words resting in those shallow recesses of the cerebrum that echo and leave me speechless while in a serious conversation with them and those.

· xylaphone
· anhilate
· succinctly
· darling
· kettle
· espouse
· spouse
· antwerp
· igloo
· ergonomical
· turquoise
· oblique
· ecstatic
· zanzibar
· masquerade

**I am not in depression yet....but might after this

noreply@blogger.com (vigbert) — Thu, 17 Jan 2008 03:15:00 +0000

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bluen away

noreply@blogger.com (vigbert) — Sat, 22 Dec 2007 02:12:00 +0000

some blue to paint , some paint to blue
Bluen blue ,blues so many blues
on a canvas spread along the street , I blue my blue
Blending with no other blue , my blue stands out smiling at them
bluesing as always , twinkling over two streams , they sang to each other
- no blue today colours my blue

The FAN

noreply@blogger.com (vigbert) — Sat, 27 Oct 2007 05:11:00 +0000

Staring at the ceiling I was in deep thought
round and round and round
making the sound
ound ound ound
it moved........dot dot dot it wasn't very hot

so sooner but later
I reached out to the regulator,

may be it was one , may be it was two
or may be it was three,
whatever twas, let it be

So , I turned the knob to zero ,
like a hero ,
who knows how much is a euro,
bhumroo- bhumroo.

it turned slower
and slower
and slowe
...nd..s..l..oo...

dot , dot, dot it's just too hot.
Hear thy cry for all thee craves is only the 'FAN'.

Crime and Punishment

noreply@blogger.com (vigbert) — Sun, 26 Aug 2007 16:37:00 +0000

You don’t seem to have expected this!

What ? You ? What ?
You are right ; I certainly did not expect this .
You are guilty.

Ah ! Yes. I confess I am the murderer.

No, no; you lie , you can’t be.

How could I avoid doing so? Besides, I did not delude myself as to the probable consequences of the incident. Consequently, if no new charges come up, I am still guilty.

Well and good, but why is it that delirium always assumes the same character with you?

Certainly! Uncertainty, I presume ?

Don’t drive me to extremes!

I object !

I tell you, I object!
I can not .

I will not.

Might it not take some other form ?

Why wish to know so much , since you have up to the present left me in perfect peace with disorder ?

Hah! Hah! How very irregular!
Forgive my strange manner. My disposition , I confess is a very disagreeable one.
But we shall meet again.
More often.

Are you likely to pardon ?

I may have to ask you a few more questions. Hence we are certain to meet again !.

So, it will be.

So, it is !
Till we meet again.
You are coming to the dinner party , are you not ?

To the funeral you mean ? Ah! Yes.

Well, thanks for coming :-)
thanks for the book ...
Bye n take care.

Thought this piece of dark thinking should see the light of the day

noreply@blogger.com (vigbert) — Mon, 16 Jul 2007 12:29:00 +0000

stinku: viggu boy!!
stinku is online.

abbeyo: one minutes
Sent at 8:50 AM on Monday

abbeyo: boss...10 mins lo foning
Sent at 8:58 AM on Monday

abbeyo: "cool "
sivaji choosava ?

stinku: no
naaku oka pedda question!!

abbeyo: oh! aithe artham kaadu le...."cool "

stinku: aap ka suroor - what is that?

abbeyo: yo..temme i say
actuallly

stinku: adi oka cinema ani
india's #1 movieee
ani

abbeyo: tarantiino....inka ...waschowski..something brothers kalisi oka cinema hindi lo teesthe ela utundo
alaanti movie adi

stinku: hero evadu

abbeyo: ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

stinku: vaadu vaadena

abbeyo: huzooooooooooooooooooooor

stinku: LOL

abbeyo: yeah...vaade

stinku: aa movie review kaavali naaku
nee blog lo pettu

abbeyo: wakay ...repu choosthanu

stinku: nenu monna ekkado chadivi, chair meeda nundi kinda paddanu

abbeyo: oke...nee kosam oka chinna preview
aa movie lo oka scene : hero ni german police no patkelthunte....mumabi nunchi auto drivers ( black color autos ) ochchi...fighting chesi
i think i shud stop it here...

stinku: LOL

abbeyo: btw...chair iriginda ?

stinku: aa cinema kudaa choosava nuvvu

abbeyo: ledu ledu...repu choostha

stinku: fits kuda vacchayi.. evaro ammayi vachi chetlo keys petti patikinchindi
abbeyo: repu nenu office bunkudaamani thinking
over the last 2 weeks office bunk koduthune unnanu
i thought i can happily be benched for ever....kaani happy days r over..got hurled into another proj :(

stinku: when does that start

abbeyo: aug 1

stinku: oh

abbeyo: nuvvu neee itenary edisthe..
'i can ask for leave

stinku: i ll only come in august 3rd week
coz i am defending on aug 13th

abbeyo: ok..elaago nenu leave petting aa time lo ..harish is also comin down

stinku: oh nice

abbeyo: needi one month jig kada?

stinku: 3 weeks emo

abbeyo: ayyoo....adhemi poyakaalam

stinku: 3 weeks 4 weeks
what difference
ane rojulu vachesaayi

abbeyo: wakay
germany lo eppudu report avvali ?

stinku: sept 1st week
kaani i ll try
extending it

abbeyo: okays
naaku actually intlo undi undi bore kottesi i decided frm now on i shall work wit josh n ol
came off to office @ 9
although eroju naaku pani emi ledu..apart frm fillin few backgrn verification forms

stinku: oh
1 year ayinidaa?
abbeyo: ante edo koththa cliuent kada...vaadiki naa face choosi doiubt ochchuntundi
naaku criminal record ledu ani aadiki cheppali

stinku: hehe
naadi kuda ade sangathi
germany vaallu 2 weeks nundi passport pettukoni kurchunnaru

abbeyo: oh...ante valla thappu emi ledu ...my gaddam n mooch ...yest divyua valla mummy was wit me in the lift for 2 floors an then said..." oh nuvva ! i thought evarooo "
stinku: hehe
full gaddam penchaava?

abbeyo: yeah.....kaani after dat incident i decided...inka chaalu ani
now...my colleagues wont recognise me
sasthunna

stinku: chiknaa aipoyaava

abbeyo: haaan

stinku: intaku mummy vaallu sambandhaalu testhunnara ledaa?

abbeyo: oh ! dat was the final threat..if u dont shave...nenu sambandhalu choodanu ani chepparu

stinku: hehe

abbeyo: intlo ...internt kooda disconnect ayi sasthunnanu..msgr / orkut lo flirting kooda kasthamavuthundi

stinku: mee akke better.. mana age ki vachhe lopala pelli aipoindi, america vellipoindi.. udhyogam kuda chestundi... tch tch

abbeyo: yeah.,....very wise of her
ippudu naa pelli will b delayed for 2 more weeks

stinku: mee mummy ki cheppu, "discrimination against the male species is not acceptable" aniu

abbeyo: i've already started dat....as a mark of protest not eating brkfst once ina while
:D

stinku: parvaledu le sanna padutaavu

abbeyo: although ...reason being.they r makin idly jst too often at home

stinku: mandu kodutunnava ledaa regular ga?

abbeyo: no re....naa face ki antha ledu ani decide ayyi....back to drinkin coke in da stylish way

stinku: coke on the rocks aa

abbeyo: bottoms up

stinku: with a straw?
oh ok
too much kada

abbeyo: yeh jo paatshala ...masti ki p[aatshaal type lo
roju mana terrace ekki

stinku: hehe
mana apt lo evarainaa vintha jeevulu vachara ledaa?

abbeyo: emo.... chala rojulayyindi..andaru nee kosame waiting :P
i c this girl once ina while....anaconda ni choosi nattu choosi elipothuindi
i m sure..she;s telling her firends " u know what yaa ? there's a guy in my apt re "

stinku: inkemi.. seven stones aada daaniki pilu, ammayi ni mari
saahit, lohit vaalla ku cheppamantaava

abbeyo: assalu sai vishnu lo kreeda spoorthi is totally gone
stinku: hehe

abbeyo: forget spoorthi ...even paper cricket also no more

stinku: tch tch

abbeyo: andaru...Phd chese level chaduvuthunnaru

stinku: manamu sai vishnu nundi retract ainappati nundi.. kala ne taggipoindi, i tell you
bewarseness should have a new face..
abbeyo: save da lingo chaar ani oka org start cheyyali inka manam
stinku: nenu vachinappudu mana hrushit ne train cheddam

abbeyo: yeah....sure
i shall prepare ppts also...i have spotted some genuine prodigies in da lane

stinku: hehe

abbeyo: and anyways..mee bharati aunty ki vallani mana laa thayaaru cheyyalani ooo pedda aasha

stinku: manala..
manala?

abbeyo: mana laaga

stinku: manala!!!!!
paapam pillalu

abbeyo: actuallly...yeah paapam traumatuised child hood valladi...manalni roel models ga pettaru vallaki

stinku: kali kaalam vaachesindi..
ive soochanalu
manamu kuda role models aipoteh

abbeyo: voldermot has arrived
kali kalaama ochchesi eppudo ellipoyyindi
nuvvu US lo unnav..neeku theleyi ledu
hyd lo ochchesi ellipoyyindi...

stinku: sare.. nenu intiki velli phone chestanu le
eppudu free untaavau?

abbeyo: okies..misse call ivvu ..or ping..naaku free ikkada nunchi
always :D

stinku: sare.. nenu intiki velli ping chestanu/missed call

abbeyo: okies
Sent at 9:47 AM on Monday

stinku: so basically ippudu nee pani just office lo attendance e na?

abbeyo: wot r u sayin??
i am experienced now
i switch on the tube lights

stinku: hehe

abbeyo: and call up the help desk if the AC is too low

stinku: maree one year ke inta tarakki chesesaavu ante
maamulu manishivi kaadu

abbeyo: i know... ppl r gettin all jealous ..gotto deal wiot prfessionaal rivalry as well
very shadu business u c

stinku: i know..

abbeyo: like the moment u tell that the a/c is toolow...one eskimo comes n says it's too high

stinku: hehe..
do you get memo's out with a poll for suitable temp
abbeyo: not yet ...i m waiting for the right moment...
i m playin my card svery safe
stinku: do you have employee of the month?
Sent at 10:24 AM on Monday

abbeyo: " they "doo
and " they " get too

stinku: ohhh
"they"

abbeyo: but u always no ..i m never after awards
critical acclaim is more iimportant

stinku: true

abbeyo: howz da battery thing doing ?

stinku: in charge

abbeyo: btw..." i have decreas the A/C " does dat mean increased the temperature.., decreased the temp even more...or did he jst bring it down by one level ?

stinku: hehe

abbeyo: emo...i m "this" close to put my hands tightly at some objectionable places and continue chatting...
paata paadesi osthanu...hold

stinku: ok

abbeyo: hummayyya
btw...howz love life coming along...

stinku: hmm
very difficult question
too many complications

abbeyo: mine has never been soo good ....absolute bliss..

stinku: glad to hear that
how is the unfortunate soul

abbeyo: bought myself a some clothes yest...treating myself to some expensive buffets.....also watchin a movie a day
wot happened...? what terrible stuff idd u do to stop loving urself
?

stinku: hehe

abbeyo: i m also planning to write a few love songs for myself

stinku: you should

abbeyo: btw...after a great thought finally zeroed on to One Final Strategy
i think u shud try too...i m sure it works

stinku: ??

abbeyo: it has had 100 % results under STP conditions
Very simple Procdure :
1. Pick "the girl " ...i think in our case " any girl "
2. Call up any guy who was once a Monfort Brother or gandipet maama . Tell him you are going around with " the / any girl "
3. Change ur orkut profile to Committed .
stinku: hehe

abbeyo: 4. Threaten the girl to write a testimonial for u....or else u'll take her to a movie....and warning for you especially..suicide in ur case won't work
5. By this time our brothers and maamaas are already goin "tooooo much " and " vaadiki antha avasaram aa" and then comes the difficult part
6. Act like you are notdoing well and put up a depressed look on ur face .( i mean., be natural) . Go to the girl , you know dat you'll never fanntasise and tell her how much you n ur honey r in love....i m sure u iknow how to build up dat situation

stinku: hehe

abbeyo: 7. 3 weeks..in some cases...due to national holidays and strikes..make it 4 weeks
8. "Dat girl " will have no option but to go arouind wit you

stinku: so who is "dis" girl in your life
do i know her

abbeyo: not yet...i m planning to start auditions very soon

stinku: did nt you say it already worked with you

abbeyo: keeping in mind the current trend , i m giving public a choice as well..u can votemby sms as well
did i ? see...dat was jst to show...how quickly u can make someone believe ani...

stinku: hehe

abbeyo: normally , you would still not believe me...so you wud go through my scraps ....dats were your orkut testimonial wud play a mjor role

stinku: i dont have orkut account

abbeyo: i m saying ...normally..

stinku: that could be my problem

abbeyo: hmm...u could use ur blog and out annonymous comments
out = put

stinku: see.. again, i have anonymous comments blocked
on my blog

abbeyo: duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude!
then , it will take you 6 weeks...u need to keep meetin monfort brothers more often
plan for a movie in the weekend..and ditch them at the laaaast moment....u know the reason right ?

stinku: tooo much
you are so smart
so, btw
i miss the point
how do you the girl
by doing all this

abbeyo: pressure and propoganda dude....it's age ole cia tactics
if not vietnam..there's always bosnia
or angola

stinku: hmmm

abbeyo: edhaithe nemi..,,worst case....for those 4 weeks , you will feel so busy as if you are life is " happening "
stinku: hehe
abbeyo: adhi vishayam...
every huzooor has a surooor

stinku: hehe
sare.. ippudu naaku baaga nidhra vasthundi
nenu repu maatladutaanu

abbeyo: maatlaadu
byes

stinku: bye
abbeyo: bata
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Potpoli

noreply@blogger.com (vigbert) — Tue, 29 May 2007 03:39:00 +0000

When your day starts with a lady inflicting her figurative imagination of a bare chested shahrukh khan and taking sides on who is better dressed , allu arjun or chiranjeevi then you quite understand that you are no where close to the magic moment of life where a yes or a no can change your life forever .

I silently chose to suppress any kind of an emotion that could have cropped up at that moment , for, today I had decided would be different ,much different from yesterday and better than tomorrow. Whatever memorial day might mean to the yankees, for me it was a chance to get back at all the fun that I had missed out on for over the last few weeks.

But then reality as always makes a silent back door entry and makes me think now , whether I bore people or people bore me which is quite strange for a normally people friendly person like me. Or should I be asking, how much do I bore people?

Either ways, like any planned holiday, here I am, seeking inspiration from loneliness.
Not that I willfully chose it but like always people have been busy doing so many other things , just today.

To feel lonely is one thing but to know you are alone is another,
Much like, to go out on a long walk is one thing but to have encountered a stray dog longing for your blood is another (a watchman with a stone in his hand does help )

Or clearly put, to suffer because y our love is unrecognized is one thing but to suffer the looks of a man whose lady you are gaping at is not so much the same and for the understanding of the common man , to be seated in a café sipping lemon tea with a Friedman or Dostoevsky is so much of one thing when compared to reading a Chacha Chaudhary ( double digest) , then the lemon tea very unassumingly slips peoples minds , especially when they peep and see the intellectual man reading ‘Rocket’s Kidnapping ‘
’ Beeni In Park ‘ and ‘Clever Potpoli’.

But then , every day has it’s learning, do not let people know that you still find literary solace in Chacha Chaudhary and please do not read that in public . Also the Diamond Coloring Contest at the end of the book is only for children below 15 years , So do not waste your time and ofcourse the sketch pens.