EXILE NOTICE :)...........

For all my readers ( I know that there are few of them :) ) a one month break is in order because my exams are on in full swing and my mom has told the internet connection wallas :) to resume the connection only after a month....so an exile of a month is in order...I will miss blogging in a way and I will definitely miss google talk :) Stay well and safe everybody. Take good care of yourselves.....and be good :) I ll try to find a PC and a net connection somewhere in case "not blogging" tears my nerves :) but I cannot promise :)

I spent last night observing a wall lizard...it was ever so patient and occupied the same spot on my wall for about an hour....I fell asleep looking at it and when I opened my eyes at 3 am to resume studies, it was still there...infinite patience...I wish we had it :) How simple would some things have been.... CIAO all .... wish me luck :)

FLYING EAST

The lark is finding it very cold...It has decided to spread its wings and fly east for the winter...its warmer, maybe the ice in the heart will melt..............

GET READY....HE IS BACK....AGAIN....

The wind was whistling through the tunnel....... The quietness of the night was punctuated by a pair of steady footfalls. As two people emerged from the tunnel, the train passed right over their heads and the little bridge shook with rigid force from the tremors.

The two people stopped at the edge of a thick bunch of fir trees. "Lumos !!", one of them whispered. The wand tip burst into light and casted it's radiance into a pair of startling green eyes, pale face and a scarred forehead wielding an untidy clump of jet black hair. "Come on Ginny, light your wand too, it is quite dark you know...". "Lumos", whispered another voice and the wand light illuminated a lovely face with fiery red hair and a determined pair of eyes.

"Will you at least tell me what's going on?? I demand to know it Harry... The kids will wander where we have vanished when they wake up in the morning", asked Ginny. "You need not worry about that Ginny. I have asked Ms Figg to take care of them. She will tell them that we have suddenly gone off on a holiday to Majorica as Uncle Vernon used to say", grinned Harry. "What that batty squib?? ", squealed Ginny. "Hush...She saved my skin at a Ministry hearing once, remember??", said Harry. He took Ginny firmly by the hand and led her deeper into the forest. "Now this is where we apparate", said Harry, "Hold on tight". "Will you at least tell me what are we up to ?", asked Ginny.

Harry looked at her for a second and then sighed ,"Now Ginny, something terrible has happened. Professor Mcgonagall has been held hostage. The kidnapper demands me as the ransom. The Order Of The Phoenix have assembled at Ron's place....the rest will be told to you when we reach there...".."Why you???", demanded Ginny. "Well, my scar has been prickling again..", confessed Harry. "But how can that be?? You Know Who is dead right??", asked Ginny. "That is true Ginny, but apparently the latest news is that...", Harry paused and then continued "Voldemort fathered a child...". Ginny reeled as if Harry had stunned her. Harry held her tightly and whispered into her ear"Apparently Bellatrix Lestrange was the mother...and she gave birth to the child before she died..........."



For more...wait and watch this label and space...

A FROZEN BODY RECOUNTS.........

The mystery still continues to haunt me. Why is exasperation the outlet for suppression ?? The soul is very often padlocked, quartered and lynched. To seek the confines of loneliness is pretty normal in these circumstances.... Why do we throw away the key after chaining our wandering heart securely?


The problem lies in the snow storm which is blowing from the east...It has frozen my boots and I am not able to take a single step forward...The funny point is that the warmth my heart used to emanate earlier has been diffused...so the ice can no longer be melted...Maybe I am frozen for good now...like some prehistoric reptile....my blood has turned to water and I am waiting once again for someone to come along, melt the ice...excavate and rescue my failing frozen limbs and heart......


The heart seeks warmth like glowworms....and it shines bright when it i s happy.... But when you capture it in a bottle and stow it away....both the heart and the glowworm expire after sometime..... I seek redemption....not for my sins....but for all my good times....it is not your sins that haunt you.....it is the best times you have enjoyed in your life that come back to you like old forgotten ghosts....


Maybe I will wait again...lonely by the lakeside...my chin on my knees and my hands clasped around my legs in the dwindling sunlight and wait for the moon to disappear and the sun to bake my cold face with it's warmth...it's warmth that I need, with every passing day....I am being frozen into oblivion.....

SMASHED....QUITE LITERALLY :)

If you poke your nose into business that does not concern you....very often...it gets smashed..That is exactly what I learnt today morning at 5 am....What could I have done??? He was my friend...and he needed my help... I needed to have his back covered...When it comes to friends, I do not compromise....

Ugly cuss words , parents, girlfriends...every person close to your heart....was ripped apart by vile tongues.... Mind you .... I seldom fight...but when it gets personal....I do not fuckin care even if he were to be the American president...

Fists flew....My nose got smashed....it bled and it bled heavily....Blood and it's loss always makes me dizzy.... When I came back home ..I had lined the entire road with blood spatters...But the guy who punched my nose :) I am very pleased to say, had his "Versace" shirt torn and stuffed up his a**...and maybe he could consider getting his left thigh replaced :) CIAO all....am in some pain :)

STRANGE....

Is it the aura or is it just something I fail to grasp?? Or is it a warning ?? Or a natural death ??? I just cannot comprehend....I am losing it...the armor is being prepared again...the blizzard is blowing again....

HER BEAUTY......

She danced her way into my life from heaven; the night was glittering,
The lovely violets paled in comparison to her rosy flush....
Her hair was tousled and her lovely eyes were glimmering.....


Her eyes were like a deep pool; the waters of which were warm and proud,
The air around her seemed to glow with her presence and aura,
Her simplicity was something that stood out from the rest of the crowd....


The mascara was evenly applied and there was just a hint of lipstick on those beautiful lips,
The ears were sporting simple studs and her arms were lovingly bare,
Her smile could light a million candles and her grace could flatten her majesty's ship....


I stretched for her hand, I tried to talk to her and I knew that she was the one...
Suddenly the lights brightened and I woke up once again....
The sun's rays hit my eyes...the angel I sought was gone...

"FUCK" IT IS GLORIOUS :)

Pardon me for setting out on this distasteful venture :) but since I have no regard for tastes, especially those confined to moral and non – abusive posts….I thought that I would expound upon the shalom of all cuss and curse words : fuck…..

No censoring….its that simple and that funny…..

Fuck is the only cuss word which can be added in front of a majority of commonly used pronouns…. Just imagine the dizzying and varying possibilities

Fuck you, fuck me, fuck him, fuck his ***** etc ..etc …etc …the possibilities are endless….

Al Pacino and Robert De Niro come together in Righteous Kill and serve up a volley of fucks…. I watched the movie yesterday and approximated that there were almost 10 fucks a minute :)…The manner in which they say it is quite humorous actually…..

“I will put two fuckin bullets through his fuckin head myself“ says Pacino and with some style…but the best one comes from Robert De Niro “He fuckin..believes that fuck…Why in the fuckin hell does he fuckin believe the fuck who fucked up ?? “ Over usage of the word you might say :) But when De Niro says it ….it stays said…

“Fuck” allows you to happily vent your frustration. Whether you stub your toe or almost get run over by a car or let the bar of soap slip from your hand and land on the bathroom floor…a single “fuck” glorifies the moment and defines your innermost feelings comprehensively….

If you are spoiling for a fight, just go up and give the person a shove in the chest…please remember to add the following sentence “Who the fuck do you think you fuckin are ??” …The next few minutes will see you either emerge like Hollyfield or give you some tender body parts along with huge bruises….

Are you surprised?? You might as well say “FUCK !!!! “ with a tinge of amazement in your voice…..works like a charm :)

Are you pissed off by somebody?? Give him the “Fuck off” :)

Is nothing going right for you ?? It means you are “fucked up “ :)

One of my favorite Hollywood comedians, Billy Crystal came up with a gem in Inside The Actor’s Studio…. He said “If you can fuck him, fuck her, fuck yourself up …then you might as well fuck the goddamn hamburger you are fuckin chewing on “

Enjoy the endless myriad dwellings of the word “fuck” while I leave you with one of my better coined sayings…

“To be fucked up is normal, but to be fucked off is horrible”…………….CIAO

MY BAKERY AND MY BLOOD CAKE...

I was alone with my sad soul; I had taken refuge in my little bakery,

The main ingredients were some happy memories and the splendid times,

I started mixing the batter and hummed a tune to shut out the outer world’s mockery,

Horrors !! The batter was red with my blood even as the Grandfather clock chimed….

I took a phial of my blissful nights, the ones that I had spent with happy dreams,

I added it to the batter along with those eternal moments which had made me their slave,

The red color refused to subside; I discovered that I was bleeding from my heart’s seams,

The blood was trickling into the batter; it was the price that I was destined to pay…..

I tried some eggs with the hope that the sunshine yellow yolks would do the trick,

They could brighten up my life’s cake and remove the dark red hue……

I then discovered that I was bleeding from the head with quite a steady drip….

The batter was solid to the core with the clotted blood; I knew that the baking was due….

I slid it into the oven and turned on the heat; the flames would wash away my pain;

It was my life blood, my soul that I was baking into a cake; alone in my little bakery…..

The oven timer chimed: I took the cake out and placed it by the window pane,

Maybe the smell would attract another lover who would free me from my little bakery…