Saturday, July 30, 2011

Does it scare you to realize you are common? Does it makes feel like an oaf. makes you want to run away in to your room and take a deep draw of your cigarette? It makes me scared though. You see all the money, the glam the glitter, the parties, the fancy dinners, the clothes, the cars, yes yes yes! All that money can buy! And let me tell you money can buy just a little bit more than sex, drugs and love, it can buy life! (HAHAHAHA!) And Gandhi wanted non violence! bullshit i say! Is your face all puckered up! Tucking up your leg deep inside your chair? Do it cause that is all you can do all you life! Because you are common! 

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Its a round rain bow coloured circle. We hop in to it and skip out. We put our hands deep into the mesh and bring it out, bits and pieces of glue ish substance keeps stuck on it. mary went to play but she never came back. Guns and floo pwder and romans, They are not odd i tell no they are not. The click, click, click. i write till it goes wrong!

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

COLORS!

Life has many sorts of colors. Like blue, the colour of the little uniform of the girl scurrying down the sun shine flooded road, yellow like the greasy vomit sprayed near the grubby, dusty and extremely dirty drunken madman lying down on the road. Then there is red, like the thin, from the behind hot and smart looking married woman. The red of her bangles, 'loha' and 'pola' and 'shakha', evident signs of a newly married that i longingly lusted at. Then there is the black of the night which engulfs all your worries, anxiety and deep desires too. There is ofcourse, purple, pink, orange, green the ever effervescent green - ma says it makes your vision better, also i distinctly remember my college years i used walk down the Dhakuria lake road, sometimes hand in hand with someone sometimes alone, how greens seemed enticing, warmed me up, and looked ever welcoming. Then there is ash or a colour very similar to it. The colour of the metal roads, bridges, handles in buses and the window sills. I was used to staring at them till i could look no more. During long bus trips, sometimes while sulking with a cigarette at home. Colours they mean so much to me yet i cannot draw very well. Does it ascertain something?