Boomerang

And here I return again to my favorite hellhole.

After much ado about life, love and all the fine lines in between and some months spent in silent solitude, I'm partially surfacing or at least trying to surface to face the fake roadshow of reality for the umpteenth time.

2011 was beautiful, with a morbid appeal that I initially found repulsive and later appealing. Change is a funny yet inevitable thing, a fact of life that I can only pray that I'll learn to warm up to, but the campaign so far has been vastly unsuccessful and the past few months have only reinforced this sad little fact.

The blissfully fake sense of security that I experienced through the late months of 2010 were snappily cut short, and everything that could technically go wrong, did. But the transition has been a revealing one, and I can only be happy that my eyes are finally open to what my true priorities in life are.

So what now? Where to?

Honestly, I don't know. I didn't know what I wanted to do next till my college days were over, and the decision to start-up with a good friend of mine is one that I still rate as the gutsiest (thankfully) decision I've taken in my life.

My instincts are my chaddi buddies now.

They've led me from Radiohead, depression and dull mornings to laughter, letters and lighter times.

Short update, my blog has been virtually untouched for a long time now.

The scene is different now - yours truly is in Bangalore - the land where chinks and tamilian guys are more prevalent than namma Kannadigas!

2011 is bound to be one helluva year - Wordplay Content is kicking ass and our quest to become India's premier domain for web content and content writing India is on in full throttle.

Starting up with a dedicated team has been an amazing experience so far - but there's more commitments to keep and milestones to hit!

Here's to 2011! :)

Bangalore is a fucking circus.

An Ode To Times So Serene..

In voids of dreams
and time encaps'ed
between the throbs
of hearts enrapt'ed
with joy and endless
strains of love, that
stood in stark
for stars above to
witness, cry their eyes
to please
and envy from their depths
and cease
in silence golden, a force so strong
so humbled
by our love abound
I see thy eyes
I witness peace
I hold you close
by hands as these
so blessed in waves
by Gods unknown
I whisper love
to you, my own
You bring me bliss
you teach me life
and steer the tears
you clear my eyes
oh, how I wish
for time to still
and rest me softly
heart so filled
with shielded strands
of memories
undead and held, these
vagaries..
oh, how i wish
for time to still
and rest me softly
I fold within.

Peace.. free..

Four colorless blank walls closing in on me... and a silent yet unyielding scream rising up from the depths of my self.

When visions fade in and out to a blur of activity that one can hardly comprehend... when all I wanna do is just stop thinking.. an effort wasted, an act futile.

I log into Blogger, I know it's been way too long, and my fingers are crossed in the vain hope that letting my thoughts flow out as words will banish these thoughts and clear my mind again.

A wave of emotions, an eruption of indifference... contradictions galore and bloodshot eyes.

A faint smile that dawns on my sudden realization that one fine day when everything's rosy and dandy I'll find this post curious and amusing. The inner tantrums of yet another egotist, the kind the World is filled to the brim with.

The deal is done, and I'm losing interest again.

Screw Blogger. I'm outta here.

Words..

And I guess this one goes to the one sans wings.

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd,
Labour and rest, that equal periods keep;
"Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;"
Desires compos'd, affections ever ev'n,
Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heav'n.
Grace shines around her with serenest beams,
And whisp'ring angels prompt her golden dreams.
For her th' unfading rose of Eden blooms,
And wings of seraphs shed divine perfumes,
For her the Spouse prepares the bridal ring,
For her white virgins hymeneals sing,
To sounds of heav'nly harps she dies away,
And melts in visions of eternal day.

- Eloisa To Abelard (Alexander Pope)

JFC

Excerpt from a random script that I've been trying to finish for long. There's nothing more enraging than thoughts that refuse to flow out as words. I need the words, and I'm waiting.

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This is what my life has become. Waking up to the musty smell of an apartment that’s far from clean, and sipping stale coffee, taking a moment out to wonder what crap they fill the packet up with.

And then there’s the routine.

Staring through the dirty tainted glass windows of the bus on the way to work trying to comprehend the meaning of it all. I see the World fly by in shades of yellow and brown, I see hunger, I witness poverty lined along the border of the darn street. And it hardly stirs a feeling in me.

I feel nothing. I’m a programmed monotonous neighborhood-friendly by-product of everything that’s wrong with humanity.

I’m that annoying blinking cursor on your word processor, the one that makes your fingers twitch in irritation and hit the keyboard.

I am nothing, and I want to die.

The stain, it’s in my heart. And there is no cure, no other choice but to endure the slow serenade of hopelessness.

I am nothing. Let me die.

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I wait, and I wait. Free.