Fly off a building, land to meet death

Speak harsh words, cause hurt and regret

If thats what it takes, to see

The wonder, it is to be

Free

Go ahead, start your own band

Take a walk, have some juice

Think of all the things, you wanna do

Life lets you, lets you decide

When you cease to live, while still alive

.

There are some rules, if you care

If you don't, well, they're still there

Find a corner, if you seek to hide,

Life lets you, lets you decide

bucket

Alright Universe, I got it. This time I got it, really.
I understand that you do not intend me to ever have any of my plans executed to perfection.
So, I should, ideally, stop making these plans and go with the flow. Yes, I got it.
You've now made it wonderfully RIN SUPREME clear that I am never going to get anything if I want it that much already. I have finally comprehended that I will never have a say in where life takes me.

Yup.
Youve emptied your big blue bucket of water over my head.
Though drenched, and unhappy about being wet, I really do Get It.

Zero Mile Stone

for those interested, this is what the zero mile stone looks like. Its kept like a dump and smells like a dump. But i wasnt complaining. (much)

Wonderbot

I had the most amazing cheesecake.
I had oranges.
I got to dress up in my new clothes.
I got to go to nagpur and see the zeromilestone. Which marks the center of British India.
I got to swing, on a swing.
I had nice italian salad.
I got to stay in a single room, with attached bathroom for three days.
I spoke to a hoopler. for a long time, and laughed a lot.
I got chacha chaudhary stamps. (free with the books) (some triangular ones also)
I am going home this weekend.

Wonderbot.

हिन्दी मे वार्तालाप

मेरा नाम वीना है। मैं नाल्सर नाम के एक महाविद्यालय मैं पद्थी हूँ।
कम्बक्थ इश्क है जो, सारा जहाँ है वह। येः ही येः । येः ही येः।

अब मैं चलती हूँ।
धन्यवाद।

me

I go to the terrace whenever i feel unhappy.
I play music (carefully chosen) really loudly, sometimes on repeat, and i walk up and down.
This is when I've hit an all-time low.

I then stand up next to the railings, hold on and look up to the sky.
It is invariably filled with diamonds
The wind invariably goes wild

Thats when I feel special,
Thats who I turn to,
Thats how i get happy again.

Psychogirl - the making of

The thing is,
she cannot forgive and forget.
In fact,
she can Neither forgive Nor forget.

Therein lies why she is miserable, and psycho.
Therein also lies the reason why you should stay the hell away from her.

Jigsaw.

Some people claim that they were born mothers, wives, girlfriends, their life is a map and then there are others who are none of the above. They were born messed in the head and lost from the start. It is probably easier to cope with life as it has made itself out to be in this day and age if you belong to the latter category than the former. There is no scope for order, and there is lesser scope for expectation. The former are invariably filled with expectations, the chances of their lives ending in disappointment and an overflowing sadness is higher. Much higher.



Fall into the world, long for nothing.

(ancient chinese proverb)



I belong to the former category. I belong with order, plans and purpose. They seem to avoid me.

My life is not chaotic, no that would be too strong. My life is just taking its own damn course, and leaving me out.



I have plenty of ideas for cards and gifts and rooms and museums and gardens and posters and cds and love. They fit in my plan, my plan doesn't fit thats all. Call me - ill lend them to you.



Goodnight.

flood

I would, if I could..

Create so much beauty.
draw it, paint it, sculpt it, make it.
do whatever it takes, to ensure
your eyes smile, crinkle and cry

Create such music, hum it sing it
fill your surroundings, your life with it.
do whatever it takes, to ensure
you sigh, for otherwise your heart would burst

Create such flavour, make your head swim
get you guacamole, if guacamole is what you want
do whatever it takes, to ensure
you eat enough to sleep nice

I would fill your head with love, make your troubles
disappear.
do whatever it takes, to ensure
your smile stays warm

I would flood your senses if I could

listen

I place my dreams with you
in the hope that you can keep them alive

with me they get entangled with reason,
and eventually die.

creak.

From far, much too far
he tugs at her heart
working dreams of twisted futures
to merge and rip their worlds apart

They were meant for this, unless
the universe conspires

Then there are games we play,
through slippery nights and dragging days
stopping time at times to think
to think and drive our dreams away

We were meant for this, unless
the universe conspires

sense

Burgle aick en stoof.
Burgle aick en stoof.
Cherko maen cherko staan
Woor pe sticky wonty

Burgle aick en bask.
Burgle aick en bask.
Cherko wesh cherko reef
Mer lin Mar vin Menty

Whatawhatawhatawhata
whata squishy monkey
whatawhatawhatawhata
whata fluffy too

A letter for death to deliver

She writes a letter for death to deliver to her loved ones
in the fond hope that it would help destroy any guilt, remorse, regret or disgrace
That it might help reveal to them the person she was in the innermost chambers
of what might well be her soul, of what definitely was her heart as her mind knew it to be.

For she is scared, of dying and leaving behind a sorrow which is burdensome
so much so that it destroys more than what her presence was ever worth.
She is scared of confusion, hatred and love spreading to where they do not belong,
to where they will transform into a deep engulfing shadow, devouring what she left behind.

She wants to be remembered, but she needs them to acknowledge her death and the person she truly was, with the niceness and the not.
She was never an angel on earth, and death mixed with grief from love

often converts one to an angel after.

She would be in peace then, if they truly understood.
The choices she had made, how their love had shaped her, how her tears were not true.
For all her life she has been happy, lucky.
With no regrets

paintbrush doodles.

Victoria's Secret

[This will be the first episode of many to follow in a little series I will be writing (when I feel like) called Victoria's Secret. Do not confuse it with the popular lingerie brand. Nope. This is a serious, gripping, tear-jerking, frightening story about a girl called Victoria.]

(Galloping Horse Sound)* didnt quite know how to make a horse galloping sound. Wait.
Badabap, Badabap, Badabap.

No?

(ok basically there is this galloping horse.)

She carries a sharp gleaming sword.

(Thats how swords should be maintained, such that they gleam. When light falls on them they should look like they're ablaze. Rusty swords aren't any good. They might do the job as well, but what of grandeur, a sense of glory.

She pulled out a rusty sword and inserted it, with considerable effort, into his abdomen.
She pulled out a sharp gleaming sword and neatly sliced his head off.

mm..

you get the idea.)

Anyway, she carries a sharp gleaming sword. Tonight she will have her revenge..

[What is her secret? Stay tuned for more]

Mine

let me put you in a box
carry it in my pocket

...what if i lose it
ill lose you then

then again.
i probably lost you when i put you in a box.

Come to me

(He goes to the tip, looks over, its a long fall. He steps back.)

Wow, that would hurt.

Yes, yes it would.

Splat, and that would be the end of me. The end of my existence
in this world, universe.. as far as it extends to whatever depths.
I would be out of here, forever.

Mm, for all he knows.. yes he would be out of there forever. But
he would never be alone, and what he seeks to escape would never
let him go.

Wow, it would hurt. Maybe death would be instantaneous.
But the drop, while Im falling, I would still be alive. I would still be thinking.

So.

Im such a horrible person, I should jump.
I have hurt her, I have lost her trust and her love.
Ive lost her smile, the smile reserved for me, gone.

Y e s, you deserve to die you bastard. Now just jump.

I spoilt her, what she was before she is no more.
Wow, Im a poet now? Argh, never serious! I dont even know if I truly
feel any more, if I ever truly felt at all. Do I actually care about her, what
I did to her, what she became due to my acts, my ideas, ME.
Id say the same old thing..

You dont know

..I dont know

Ive heard this enough, Im getting impatient. please..

Did I love her?

No, no you didnt. Stop thinking, stop it. stop.

I dont know. I know i never wanted her hurt, I never wanted her to cry,
I never wanted her to wake up unhappy. I wanted her to eat well, to buy her
nice things, to hold and hug her. Protect her.

what..

I failed, I did love her. And she loved me..
She did..

I dont even know where she is now.. I cant find her, and I shouldnt try to.
After that last fight, she left me forever.

I died, thats what.

I hope shes happy wherever she is. Its getting cold..

Thats right.. come to me

Today Morning

I wake up somewhat late. My alarm was ringing from 7 but i got up only by some 8.05am that too cos i realised i want to have a bath. (not that i didnt bathe yesterday. cos i did)

Just felt icky thanks to the moov that id applied on my neck (oh ya my neck is fucked) Then i realise since ive run out of blue soap (detergent soap. clothes soap. whatever you prefer) i must use the brand new bar that ive bought. The "RIN BAR IS NOW SURF EXCEL BAR" bar of soap.

So i pull it out. Its gigantic. And only half would fit my blue soap dappa (the dappa is also blue) So i pull out my sexy swiss army knife to cut it in half. As my roommate put it "its easy Veena". Yes. So i cut. The knife bounces off the surface.

Hmm.. interesting.

So i saw. not like i see i saw.. but like i cut with a saw. I saw with a saw .. saw. The action of sawing. You get it. Hahn, so i saw. Of no use. I barely make a scratch.

Hmm...

So i saw even faster. And i try a bit of drilling, hammering, throwing against a wall.
No use. They should make helmets out of blue soap.

Anyway. So I finally realise its already 8.25 and im getting nowhere. then

TADAHHDADADISH*
BRAIN STORM

I dunk the soap in water. and saw at the same time. from all sides. with great strength
and vigour. Finally by 8.35 it comes apart. And i run to bathe. I miss breakfast. I reach class

The end.

while you were sleeping

introducing my roommate...