On a Saturday Afternoon...After the Terror Attacks...

Here I am, after the terror attacks. After all the places where the terrorists struck have been 'sanitized'. I wonder when the hell would the politics of this country will be cleaned up, when will it be sanitized. Its been a gruelling more than 2 days for Mumbai. Constant terror attacks have become a part of our lives in here. The army personnel, NSGs, the Mumbai Police have all done a fantastic job. The media has been covering the incident, nonstop for 60 hours. Thats an achievement now. The other day, when the attacks had started, Mumbai was terrorised. But the lowest point was when the 3 top cops were shot dead by the terrorists. Mumbai cried then, Mumbai weeped. And then yesterday 2 more jawans killed. Its been cruel. What is with this world? What is wrong? I do not give a fcuk to which politician makes an apperance at the blast scene. I want my city to be clean. Just like another Mumbaikar, I want to feel safe in my own city. I want not to think twice before travelling to college, to work, and back home. I want to feel safe watching a movie in a cinema hall, with my family, my friends. I want my old Mumbai back. This is probably a happening, which will change Mumbai forever. It can go either ways. Mumbai can be looked upon as a 'not so safe' city, just like many in Pakistan, or else, this can be a point when politicians really stand up to their conscience, and do something rational about the defence of the country.
Here I am, on a boring, Saturday afternoon, after the terror attacks, sitting here penning down my thoughts. This feels great. Writing feels awesome. I wonder why I do not take a little time regularly to blog in here. Maybe I am too busy, or maybe too lazy. Today morning, all the terrorists were killed, they say. But what about the ones who represent us in the Parliament? What about them? I really have got no clue why I am writing all this. But yeah, this is making me feel better atleast.
Here I am, sitting here, watching mom getting excited about the new washing machine she bought yesterday. Hah! And then, there was this refrigerator, the last week. Women are just so silly at times I feel. But they are equally adorable. Its probably this silliness in them which makes them adorable. Or maybe I am wrong. It feels really weird. After watching the live telecast of the attacks for 2 straight days, I seem to be emotionally disturbed. Last night, Warry asked my why I was quiet. I had no answer to that. Just nothing. I kept quiet. I could feel the silence within me. A lot things are happening around. Hah! That silly girl hasnt been in touch since 2 days. And now I am surely not giving my self respect. Bloody female does not have the courtesy to even reply. Huh! I seem to have become a fool for the world. But I wouldnt really mind being called a fool my entire life. And then this other woman, weirdo, has been screwing my brains since the last few days. And now, the only thing I can do is, ignore, and move on. Thats the way to go. I am not compromising my self respect for anyone at all.
Here I am, on a boring Saturday afternoon, missing all my friends. Gaurav, fucker does not have time to call up, after that he's gone to UK. The only times he has called, has been to abuse Ridz, or to complain about her. Hah! People truly change. Rosh, busy with work, and his exams going around the year, has very little time, only when none of us is free. Ridz, has her exams coming up. So not a chance I can meet up with her. Woman wants to be a Dentist. A very complicated personality, I must say, but clearly one of my bestest buddies. Abhi, dude has got no time for anyone else, except himself. Fcuker will realise what he has been missing on in life.
Here I am, on a Saturday afternoon, acting like a bitch. Haha!
Now, that momz called me like 4 times already for food...Oh its not food. Already done with lunch, she has got something 'chatpata' for me. Shall see whats there for me.
Signing off,
Sid.

TONIGHT

Tonight was an awesome night. 23^rd of August, 2008. it was pearl ma’am birthday and we were invited. The party was kewl and the music was great. But the people were just so awesome. I saw this beautiful girl today, a dentist by profession, from Cochin, a city in the south of India. She seemed to be a perfect mix of Indian and western cultures. But anyways, something which really will stay in my memory would be the two of my teachers dancing crazily to the tunes of Bollywood and hip hop. One of them, a mother of two, and the other, the most respected, feared literature teacher. It was super fun, super kewl. Also, I guess I have started liking the taste of beer. My tongues started getting used to the tinge of the bitterness, or probably my life is. Its weird the way I feel about this person. At times, I hate it whenever I consume alcohol and am having a blast, this person crosses my mind. I feel as if I see her, in reality. I probably may consider quitting alcohol for the same. Or probably I have alcohol for the same. Alcohol gets me so near to this person. I can feel my soul actually drifting away from my body at times, looking for her. I can feel my soul detaching from me. Its weird for me. Its been quite some time I have tried to move on. A million times maybe. But yeah, I have been a failure. A failure all the way. At times I feel like a Nobel Prize winner by the way I write. But I know how good I am. With lack of vocabulary, I cannot even write a simple poem. Oh yeah, Monday is poetry test. I really don’t know what I am going to do about it. I will follow my instincts. If they assist me, I shall write one of the best poetries in the class, inshallah!!! I really have no clue why the heck am I writing this piece of crap, although I know that when people would be laughing at me, when they read this. I may be considered a fool. FOOL, oh yeah. That’s what they feel I am. But probably somewhere inside, I know I love being called a fool. Cause a fool for the reason of being one; I’d be one all my life. These days, I have started using work as a way to escape this spirit I see, I feel, I imagine. I miss work even on weekends. Wonder how long I am going to be running from this! Wonder how far I will survive! Wonder what next! And now this alcohol is probably making me feel really sleepy. I better post these thoughts before I change my mind of doing so. Now back to honesty. Tonight actually was just another night for me without my angel, me living life like an incomplete dream. Good night world!!! Sleep well!!! Have a great weekend!!!

BACK TO BASICS

first things first...i actually chose this layout...not coz of ne 'specific' reason as such...i juss liked it...the other pink one was good as well...but yeah...PINK!!!nah...i din want people to ask me WHY pink?!?!?! but i liked it...so prolly i'll change the layout someday...and yeah...having created this account longgg time back...never really got a chance to look back at it...but since quite sometime now...i've juss been thinkin of getting back to to writing...writing no literature...writing no peoms...but yeah...to pen down my thoughts has always made me feel better...made me a better human...i dunno how...i may not really make sense at this point...but yeah...thats exactly what i feel...yeah...so the monsterz got back to the basics...the monsterz got back to writing!!!