My painting

Created by me at Bored.com on 31st dec, 2007

that home of my dreams

i fly away,
to the world beyond
where the rain is chocolate
and the clothes louis vuitton

where the curtains are floral
and lacy with frills
and the walls are painted
in colors i dream

the windows are large
and sunshine is plenty
and the balcony brings
the breeze from the sea

the fridge is stocked
with litchies and juice
and sundaes and frappes
from CCD is you please

my bed is round with
silk pillows and sheets
and net curtains of pink
adorn it free

red roses, white lilies,
pink gerberas and daisies
look pretty in
glass vases of feel

heartbroke

oh no!
here goes my heart again,
here breaks my heart again..
yesterday i had mend it
but here breaks my heart again!

now its gonna leak some blood,
and some of my soul too..
i gotta make it rock hard
and fill in the cracks too!

hospital hues

wel, dont get me wrong from the title .. i mean there is nothing very exciting bout the duliajan oil hospital... but ya its like a mini trip for me where i can get sympathetic stares from healthy people and consoling stares from diseased ones... i think the regular staff and nurses (including) are always wondering why the hell do i come here each and every vacs... not my fault.. entirely my dad's fault dis.. no matter how much our doctor has convinced him that am perfectly normal, not malnutrition-ed, not anaemic... he wont listen..
so the cause of today's visit was my swollen eyes and my lethargy... the actual cause was depression as i know it but can i tell dis to my parents.. no way!! i will be attacked with questions i cannot answer nor do i want to.. so i just denied the fact and attributed it to possible anaemia.. or maybe allergy in eyes and gastric prob for lethargy... but excuses proved lame and got my dad worried enough to take me in my bata hawai chappals..
once inside sabir uncle's chamber.. he looked at me then at my dad and exclaimed 'again!' .. and then 'what is the prob now?' .. to which i explained how very lethargic i am (knowing very well that its incurable in my case) .. he took my blood pressure .. and my hand was squeezed to an extent that i had to tell him to not fracture my bones or something.. after the reading sabir uncle smiled .. his face clearly told that 'something is wrong' .. and well i had low blood pressure.. the lower scale said 94.. he checked my eyes.. pulled the lower lid down.. and i had low hemoglobin too.... thankfully am leaving home tomorrow so no blood test to confirm this... oh how i hate needles..!
now the interesting part.. 'the medicines'.. out of the long list of medicines i was prescribed spanning two long sheets, i found one particular medicine quite intriguing.. doctor said you ain't getting this medicine in dis hospital get it 4m outside ''highly recommended by me''.. my dad naturally inquired y dis particular medicine is unavailable.. to which uncle sabir said in hush tones 'its alcoholic content is a bit high'...... but its sure to boost up my energy and my mood... he told me to drink 2 tablespoons of it in d day too... in college... so i was being prescribed alcohol legally... 'its just like wine!' - dr. sabir
now my dad 'a naturally worried person' with looks to match was quite worried whether am gonna have this medicine at all.... and me say no to alcohol... no way! but i was actually thinking of not boozing anymore to ensure good health...and well well... life's ironies..

earthquakes

Earthquake!!

wel... d place m doin my engg degree... is a place of wonders dat never ever ceases 2 amaze.. yet again it has amazed me wid its recent tremors.. last year on valentine's day [ironically] we had an earthquake dat shook d whole big hostel n we gals had screamed and ran outside.. n all hoola-baaloo associatd wid an earthquake ws der... d guys hd startd sm rumour dat d hostl, colleg bulidings, teachers quarters included :) wil al crumble dwn n no one is gonna survive.. d quake we had ws just a warm up... oh god! in assam we hv quakes happenin every single yr.. n m so usd 2 it dat wen dey dnt occur i get depressed.. ok dat ws an exaggeration bt ya dey r so common der..we assamese hv learnt 2 live wid it along wid al d odr things dat we r livin wid lik daily bombings by ULFA which is a terrorist organization..famous nationally..
comin back 2 d topic of my blog..earthquake..wel dis yr ..dis month precisely we again hd slight tremors dat shook our beds.. n gals came out screamin ..bt den dey ended b4 we cud get outside.. n slight tremors hv been happenin since.. sm imaginary, sm real.. i for one m quite shocked wid my behaviour..everytym b4 i sleep wen i lie down in my bed i feel my bed shakin.. gosh..aftr so many yrs of earthquake experience ..dis!! wel i hope my exams end.. m gettin tired of it.. n tired of imaginary earthquakes..

exams! ExamS! exaMS!

miss u--the world of blogging...
today n 2 more days are going to be spent with less sleep, loads of food n loads n loads of things crammed inside my head till i feel lik screaming out loud from the pressure and resort to things i absolutely must not in this time..like blogging.. oh well!

my coffee break..

COFFEE BREAK !!

Coffee break - crucial to my existance while attending lab classes of 3 hours non-stop.. if i don't manage this break,i am sure to doze off and that to in various weird positions like:
1> dozing off with one hand on the keyboard as if typing something , other hand supporting sleeping head
2> one hand on the mouse, other as before
3> both hands supporting sleeping head
4> one hand on keyboard, other on mouse, sleepy head left unsupported may fall back on chair or fall forward on desk, worst case - fall on lab partner!
To attain these hard to earn coffee breaks, i need to plan everything in advance before taking the initial step of asking the concerned teacher permissiom of going out. factore to look for are:
1> Have i already asked the teacher a dozen times?
2> When was the last time i asked permission - one hour ago or one day ago?
3> Is my everyday 'bahana' of going to drink water fast becoming invalid?
4> What are the chances of getting caught while taking a sip?
5> Most important - mood of the teacher!!??
Today for eg., the concerned lab teacher was missing from the lab (i dunno for how long but i noticed this as soon as i got up from my nap). i took this golden opportunity and tried asking the teacher who had just come inside looking for some misplaced files. He was rudeness personified - i had crossed the teacher's desk to ask him and he went ballistic saying"go back! go back!" i felt like an untouchable.. but then i have become so used to this crap for the last 3 years that now it hardly matters like the old days. I got the permission nevertheless and went running to the coffee counter. Imagine my surprise when i saw the coffee selling dude fast asleep on the counter. I passed my five bucks at which he woke up with a start, smiled apologetically and gave me my cuppa. I told him to drink one cup too - with all the coffee around and dozing off like that - funny! With coffee in hand - read mission acomplished, i hurried to the e-quad block of our college where there are less teachers, more students. I saw 2 more of my lab-mates already there - drinking coffee. At the end of 5 mins,i hurried back wide awake to write this blog article all about my coffee break.

misnderstood!

always misunderstood
always different
all my intentions were good
all my lies were true
all i wanted was the world
to be better
all it ended up being is
so cruel
and i was left misunderstood!

the grudge

the scariest movie i had ever seen! the first time i had seen it, i could not live properly. everywhere i go i see ms. grudge and her blue skinned child. it was almost as if i had fallen in love and day in and day out am thinking of her. freaky!!! i had made myself a promise that no matter what, am not gonna see a scary movie ever again. who wants to destroy their peace of mind on purpose.. surely it has to be me.. cause within a month i had seen a series of ghost movies like ring, the omen, exorcist.. and yesterday i had crossed all limits. i watched grudge-2 and it has successfully made my life miserable again. i can't sleep. when i wake up, i wake up scared. i don't spend much time in the bathroom. i keep turning my head 360 degrees all the time. why do i keep on doing things i absolutely should not? only god knows!!

my first proper blog

Blogging is surely an exciting new world. When you don't have any means of divulging your creative side you look for means like writing diaries, designing cards, painting on the walls, re-arranging your desk from time to time, painting and repainting your nails (preferably girls), and what not! I found this exciting new avenue of quenching my creative thirst and so here i am finally. I solemnly declare hereby that
1. i will never be regular in posting
2. my posts are strictly my random thoughts and hence i reserve the right of dissuading anyone from copying from my articles and my poems
3. on the rare occasion that i use excerpts from other's material, i will make sure that i mention the author's name
4. i don't mean any harm to anybody so please don't take offense on anything offensive
Now i'll continue with the design aspect of my new blog. lets see if it'll be black or white for the background then...