Day undone!

Quite an eventful day as it was, Delhi experienced rain storm, long hours of thundering which seemingly only me and Lizzy (my 1 1/2 yo, English Springer Spaniel) enjoyed! We both sat at our window for good 3 hours looking out of the window loving the rain drops on our faces and the sweet smell of rain & earth. For once after 22 days, I was glad to have been home-bound and bed-ridden because of my prolapsed bulging disc. We then, also enjoyed several hours of electricity cut-off with our ice-popsicles. It is sometimes wonderful to be able to live so many hours with just few elements of life. No internet, no television, no socializing. My new Wodehouse (Pigs Have Wings) also came in handy when Lizzy got tired of running around the house, throwing a tantrum to get out of the house to chase all the pigeons she saw outside the window. It's sometimes very filling how Wodehouse always ends up giving me a sense of comic-hope!!! Hhhhh... given that my girlfriend is nowadays extremely busy with her work (final few days of shipment), I am not left with much choice but to indulge myself in these minuscule gaieties. Besides, the days of my enjoying Scottish creations are gone, only the foundlings of  Philip Morris keeps me hale & hearty (ironically).

Pollyannaish

The darkest sphere nearest to the candle is right under it's burning flame. But it is not easy to remember, standing in the stark darkness that the brightest light of white hope is right overhead !

Not so much difficult as easy it is,

Not so much easy as difficult one could think it to be,

Not so much to think when selections are least,

Not so much to select when intents are morose,

And morose enough to inflame the ease.

Call for a Sigh..

When the day gives a million chances to sigh, it's the groan that knocks on the door. When no none no more a sigh is to be spelled, it's a another groan which knocks at the door. To be hold many a sighs is torturous, but to crave one is another torture. When you look at the world, you smile and wish a sigh and nothing more than a frown you expose. And when the sigh crops on your grains, you hide and pretend unseen...

OverFatigued !!

Guess.. i had thought i would make this blog bit INTELLECTUAL n wtf altogether more 'Nice'!
But i guess things can never go smoothly and fine for me!!
Why is it that when i MOST want hings to go fine, they go worse for me..??
i TRY SO HARD to make n let everything flow smoothly.. but NO it won't ever go the way I woudl direct it..
M tird of everything.. of life, of work, of people, of friends, or family.. of EVERYTHING!
I need to GET AWAY.. from everything..
I try to fix things and side by side i see MORE things wearing off..

cant write no more..

Guilt.. not funny fer sure..

From: Sumiran <...>

Sent: Friday, November 25, 2005 9:28 PMTo: Ranganath_BV

Subject: .

I thought THIS time..you'd maybe try to stay in contact..for once i thought..perhaps you'll actually MISS a human...but i think..i was as usual wrong in presuming things in yer case...ranga you really dun care.. do u? i knw u dun..who m i kidding..Don't reply with either the sweet-talk..or dont 'WHAAA??' me!!Have a lovely life..Bless you..-sumiran

P.S:-Please..i request don't reply if you dont have a reason good enough for laymen humans to buy! this time i won't buy your stupid "normal" reasons..This time...THIS time ranga..again i'v been hurt...i dunno how i'll b able to make it fine... i dun even think i wanna try this time..i seriously dun..If u decide, nt to reply, then dun feel guilty or obliged or nythin for nythin.. simply just seal everythin with a just a 'PERIOD' '.'

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Ranganath_BV
Sent : Friday, November 25, 2005 10:43 PM
To : "Sumiran <...>" @hotmail.com>
Subject :
RE: . Yaoooooooooogaaaaaa!!!!!!You are touchy !!! I thought u were just as cold as I am. But I still can beat u in some areas :) So this year ending trophy for the "ColdHeart" goes to mighty Moe. <.Appaluse.> <.Standing Ovation.> <.More Applause.><.Loud Whistling.> <.Ladies Fainting.> <.More Applause.> <.Flying Kisses.> <.Weteyes.> <.Thundering Appause.>. Mighty Moe, the opportunist son of a gun he is- farts aloud. Relieved he slowly reaches for the water balloons he is carrying in his multi-utility bag.

PLEASE CALL ME.

Aurora..

Who writes listening to 'hush little baby..' ..who writes when the dawn is to touch the window panes & sun is the crosshairs of every being.. We write as the dream holds out the blacklead and senses the chads.. but i write softwitted of the day, or the dawn or the sun or the ethesis of the punching of the keys..
Is it the ray of light that caresses the leaves..or is it the laughing gloss of illusionary glint..
Light is an enemy..you laugh? i tell thee, Darkness is an ally..
soothing to the iris.. to the identity of the chassis.. i want to look at someone for answers, i dont get them back.. i feel humbly gratified in dark.. no ones knows i'v no replies..
The sun designs an orange, yellow, maize dawn..the mandarine look..i envy..
i close my eyes, i sigh not..because its the light that distills the placidity out of my mentum straits..
Hah..beacon wins over the brownouts.. bedim cares for what and whom..clapperclawed from ebony..nefariousness bore witness..hence bore witness the feat..what-so if murky..concomitantly triumph is a win..