5 Days

Five Days of Bliss , peace and... REST. Five days of absolute freedom, five days of immense pleasure. Five days where I got to enjoy both friends and solitude at the same time, five days where I got to watch movies, read immensely, and yes most importantly not MOVE out of my bed( thanks to my pretty-recent-most-frequent fatigue attacks which started a little after Festember) I went to the city as many as one time. That's quite a deal as I always reunite with my beloved bed once I am back.Five Days of quiet and Five Days of commotion (owing mainly due to visitors of my room mate) just when i wanted it. All packaged in this ultra awesome way. Two Days of emotional turmoil (that's when i started blogging) and 3 Days of Indifference(the LAN in my hostel from where I am writing this was never free and I just HATED waiting). Alright I am talking about the five continuous holidays we had . And today its just like "Good morning" when you are rudely woken up from this ecstatical blissful dream ( the five days of course) and now ... sigh.. back to the running and hectic ways of classes and college.

Why

Why is it that I am surrounded by multitudes yet I feel lonely?

Why is it that hypocrisy is the trend of the day?

Why is money and power synonymous with prestige, respect and status?

Why is it that people now prefer the fast life instead of the slow one?

Why are cities preferred to villages despite the fact that cities are congested and any day more polluted than villages?

Why do people scrap more, email less and write letters (via post) hardly?

Why do people find more intimacy in virtual friends, the ones you find online, people you have never even seen than the real friends- or is it that its just the introverts who are like that?

Why is generally the weak taken advantage of, used up instead of being helped to be stronger?

Why does selfishness and narcissism triumph at the end of the day?

A genuine question- don’t you think its true or is it that I am just another pessimist living in this “big bad world”?

A Dozen Reasons to be Mad at You

Inspired by a Ten Things I hate about you)

(Disclaimer: All incidents/ Characters in the poem are purely figments of imagination and creativity, any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental)

You come and speak to me

When I prefer being alone

You introduce me to texting

Alternately, to lower my tone

You make me do crazy stuff

Cranky, silly to the core

After all that mess you say

“oh ! It was such a bore!”

You annoy ,irritate, mortify me

An when I tell you to stop

You sit back and laugh out loud

Till the balloon would pop.

You made me hard hearted

And a horrid pervert like you.

You crack those ultra raunchy jokes

And expect me to laugh with you.

Day in and Day out

I have to bear you around

Yet, I feel uncannily weird

When you not there to hound

I keep cribbing all day through

Patiently, you listen all the while

Here I am cribbing about you

Yet, all you do is smile.

Balderdash

Its just that a few days ago i decided after more than a year of pestering by a certain someone i finally decided to give a shot at blogging. And it was pure frustration at this world and a medium to vent my feelings out at this b"big bad cruel world" that i finally made up my mind. Till recently a die hard msg freak.. till the 100 free msg a day scheme was cut off (not for me but for the people i msg) i used that as a medium for this venting out of frustration thing. Being an introvert , i dont scream , or punch or shout or kick at the sorry state of affairs in the world. Just get irritated at things and even get more irritated that am not able to help, or rather am helpless.. or what ever. So this is how i began blogging. There are so many things to tell, to express what might come out in a torrent of word flow.. and again things which cannot be said but have to be let out somehow or else itll pile up and one fine day come crashing down like the World Trade Centre during 9/11. I really don't know what i ll write on. Am basically whimsical, a jack of all trades.. um.. almost but a zero in every thing u can think of!! A cynic in many respects. So there i have named my blog balderdash so that i can write anything under the sun, and above it.. basically anything and it needn make sense at all, like now. And most of all, something which this soceity can never provide, i wish to be a really really free free bird flying somewhere really high in the sk.. Something that i have never been able to do.. at least till now.