Free part VI

Don’t let anything swallow your leap
Because glass and stones build a lonesome house
With bread, water and fourteen words a day

Don’t let anything carve your stride
Because graphite echoes may knock your head
And mark your dreams with asterisks

Don’t let anything touch your silence
Because the colours may all go to sleep
And draw the blinds around your world

Breathe your words as you say them
Taste your strings as you play them

As long as you are on the roam
The locks will rust, the birds will fly
You will be free to live, to die.

Google doesn't know everything - I

(21st March, 2010. I stand corrected: Google doesn't know everything - I)


Think of the most random thing.

Then add pepper, and look nowhere else.
                                                                                                                                    

What could this man,

  and this man

have in common?

                                                                                                                    

AAAAAAAA!!! :D :D

http://education.nic.in/scho_announcements/UKComm-2010-Result.pdf

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"Words are very
Unnecessary."

                                                  - Moriarty

(Actually) reading Season's Greetings cards

Sometimes life fancies something and runs it in your background, like a v-e-r-y s-l-o-w virus scan through your entire hard drive.

I lost mine. It just decided to get lost and I never found it. Actually, I think it just got whitewashed. It was heart-breaking, "why me?!" and existential. It was weird, trying to figure out the songs and albums which I'd downloaded, some just for keeps because they are never too far away from who you are.

Hello! And it's good to be back. Of course, things here will be changing but when did they never?  Not never, always ever. I've always found understanding negations the hardest bit in grammar. It's hard to connect the two meanings.

I was talking to a good friend of mine, and I told him that sometimes when you try really hard to search the meaning of something, it's like dipping your finger into an absolutely tranquil pond of water. There go the meanings, questions and their answers, all the very self-important semicolons, calendar markings and saved ice-cream.

Strawberry, but I am yet to try Baskin Robbins' Chocolate, so I'm keeping it open. This is also a not-so-subtle hint for a treat this festive season.

Season's Greetings, everyone. Read the cards!

how to experiment with your exams

1.

resist the temptation to faff your way through an answer and write a note to your teacher explaining yourself. add "Yours sincerely" at the bottom.

2.

go for an exam without having studied anything. browse, blog, write, watch, change the themes in your gmail inbox and cell phone. and again.

- to be continued -

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words prevent conversation. eyes. breath. hands. or leaving?

Conflict Free

that one thing i was scared of is eventually happening.

sometimes its a cursor blinking forcibly. easy glooms settle around, like folds of cloth. boredom pales the light into a smoky opaque whiteness. and an invisible monotonous writers cramp, affixing itself on your elbow and dragging the night. loops are longer, dots are fainter, commas are listless.

tired of rhyme, tired of reason.