PROTEST

Trying to reach the apogee of all things is what is expected, but i dont know why.It is really ineffable, this... that i have now.
It is like a simple palindrome, read by all, stashed away, and tattered, forgotten, presumably lost.It is like a farrago of callow emotions which have no say.
There was once a stage when i had to make a Hobson's choice, but now the choices no longer exist as I was told "life is nothing but a long journey".... but i thought that someone had forgotten to mention the word "wayworn".
These booboisies play with only gimcracks and tattoo smiles of confidence on their faces to shadow their true visages which are like those of buskers on the vociferous streets, playing their talent on cobblestone paths full of dirt like themselves, for pennies to make a living.
I'de be one of those street dwellers, strumming a tune on a battered guitar, walking the scorching lanes bare-footted with the back of my neck sun burnt...

And they are only supercilious fops.

[Painting by Atelier Johanna]

COCAINE

From the plant called Erythroxylon coca, cocaine is a local anesthetic and central nervous system stimulant. It can be taken by chewing on coca leaves, smoked, inhaled ("snorted") or injected.


A dose of between 25 to 150 mg of cocaine is taken when it is inhaled. Within a few seconds to a few minutes after it is taken, cocaine can cause:

1) a feeling of euphoria
2) excitement
3) reduced hunger
4) a feeling of strength

After this "high" which lasts about one hour, users of cocaine may "crash" into a period of depression. This crash causes cocaine users to seek more cocaine to get out of this depression and results in addiction. Withdrawal from cocaine can cause the addict to feel depressed, anxious, and paranoid. The addict may then go into a period of exhaustion and they may sleep for a very long time.
Various doses of cocaine can also produce neurological and behavioral problems like:

1) dizziness
2) headache
3) movement problems
4) anxiety
5) insomnia
6) depression
7) hallucinations

SAY NO TO DRUGS!!

BEING COLOURED...

(Anurina told me about this poem which was written by a "black" boy..after searching online for five minutes i found it...i love this poem...this poem got the award for the best poem of 2005....i think it deserves it)

When I was born...I was BLACK.
When I grew up...I was BLACK.
When I am sick...I am BLACK
When I go out in the sun...I am BLACK.
When I go out in the cold...I am BLACK.
When I die...I am BLACK.

BUT YOU WHITE FOLK :
When you are born...You are PINK.
When you grow up...You are PEACH.
When you are sick...You are GREEN.
When you go out in the cold...You are BLUE.
When you are scared... You are WHITE.
When you go out in the sun...You are RED.
When you die...You turn PURPLE.
And you have the nerve to call me "COLORED"!

~Author unknown

AN EQUAL MUSIC

“Perhaps this could have stayed unstated.
Had our words turned to other things
In the grey park, the rain abated,
Life would have quickened other strings.
I list your gifts in this creation:
Pen, paper, ink and inspiration,
Peace to the heart with touch or word,
Ease to the soul with note and chord.
How did that walk, those winter hours,
Occasion this? No lightning came;
Nor did I sense, when touched by flame,
Our story lit with borrowed powers -
Rather, by what our spirits burned,
Embered in words, to us returned.”

WEIRD

And then one-day rajasee tagged me.

Which means:

1) Write down 6 weirdo factors about myself.

2) Tag 6 more people and thus keep the chain going.

The Six weird Factors about myself are:

(I was taught in school to start my economics answers this way….but they were about population and wages and not about weird factors about oneself…ok I’m officially blabbering..sorry)

1. I like creating new cartoon characters with goofy sounding names andI like to think that they actually exist and I end up drawing them in most of the blank white sheets of my hard cover mathematics exercise books only to be discovered by my tuition teachers and who are pretty much amused by them.(LATEST CHARACTER : Toinka! Whose a stupid little school girl)

2. I am sometimes nocturnal by nature. When I am I usually spend the entire night secretly watching numerous dogs gather on the road, forming circles and howling at the moon, from my third floor apartment balcony

3. I have a knack for making friends with people such as a red indian ghost who jumps outside the window of the living room(he’s called “BIG CHIEF”) and the Sandman.

4. I like to eat paper sometimes.

5. When I go out for dinner at a restaurant I always add all the spices and sauces to my drink and mix it well and leave the spakling tables an utter mess only to be glared at by the waiters.

6. And finally, I like to throw ice cubes at people on the road just below my house ,from the terrace

So that’s all.
Although I definitely have more number of weird facts about myself, these are the ones I can remember right now so….
I’m actually in a fix because rajasee and jahnavi have already tagged the people I know so I will have to tag a few random people as well.
Thus -
Six people I have tagged:

1.Karan

2.Pancham
3.Sayantoni
4.Anubrata

5.April

6.Bob

whatever.

TOE NAILS AND other little secrets.

I never painted my toe nails red.

and I dont think ever will even though I may feel like.

I feel satisfied after indulging myself in weird activities.

Then again, what's so weird about painting toe nails red?

Weird or not, I'm never going to do it so why talk about it at all?

Because I have a feeling that when I die its going to be

one of the things that I will regret not doing.

R.I.P.

To a black gypsy cat

who rocked the world

when it needed to be

rocked.

Sleep well.

TAR....TAR....LIFE...TAR...TAR...TAR...

I do what i want to.

No one stops me.
You do what you want to
No one stops you,
Apart from me.
I live my life the way i want to.
Who will stop me.

HANDPRINTS FOREVER...

When we were young, we used to make handprints on paper in art class and then turn the handprints into peacocks...And the papers used to hang from ropes in the class with pegs and also on the window sills overlooking the garden to dry. Then we would take them home and show them to our parents and eventually they would somehow get lost or destroyed.

Then we made handprints on t-shirts for t-shirt painting classes.

Then we made handprints on sand on beaches during vacations.

Then we made handprints on the wet glass of cars on rainy days.

Then we made handprints on the walls of her room.

Then we made invisble handprints on each others hands when we held each others' hands promising to be friends forever...