Telepathy.

A friend and I always spoke about how we were affected by telepathy and how it played it's dirty little tricks on us.From colour co-ordinated clothes to picking the same advertising agency for an assignment, its occurences are endless.

Telepathy happens with those who you're close to right? Funny then, how this one song i heard a while back by the Plain White T's [they're not emo fags!] sang out to me what i was thinking inside my head. His voice almost came through me and back into my ears as i heard the song on Repeat.

Songs can speak volumes, or so they say. I always said this to sound musically-inclined, and try and start a conversation or two with random people in malls or public buses. Never thought a song could reinforce this idea and take it to a totally different level, on where these songs actually flow in your veins, grow on your head, or whatever that is still part of our oddly disfunctional selves.

Some sort of weird telepathy,[a freak co-incidence] I'd convince myself that this song was written for me/through me/by me, even. So here...

"A Lonely September"

I'm sittin' here all by myself
just tryin' to think of something to do
Tryin' to think of something, anything
just to keep me from thinking of you
But you know it's not working out
'cause you're all that's on my mind
One thought of you is all it takes
to leave the rest of the world behind

Well I didn't mean for this to go as far as it did
And I didn't mean to get so close and share what we did
And I didn't mean to fall in love, but I did
And you didn't mean to love me back, but I know you did

I'm sittin' here tryin' to convince myself
that you're not the one for me
But the more I think, the less I believe it
and the more I want you here with me
You know the holidays are coming up
I don't want to spend them alone
Memories of Christmas time with you
will just kill me if I'm on my own

I know it's not the smartest thing to do
we just can't seem to get it right
But what I wouldn't give to have one more chance tonight
One more chance tonight

I'm sittin' here tryin' to entertain myself with this old guitar
But with all my inspiration gone it's not getting me very far
I look around my room and everything I see reminds me of you
Oh please, baby won't you take my hand
we've got nothing left to prove

And I didn't mean to meet you then
we were just kids
And I didn't mean to give you chills
the way that I kiss
And I didn't mean to fall in love, but I did
And you didn't mean to love me back but I know you did
Don't say you didn't love me back 'cause you know you did
No, you didn't mean to love me back
But you did


*sigh*

Confucius Says..

Man who drop watch in toilet...


Bound to have shitty time ^^




*dies*

Another crapper...

The Eid break's going good for me..till now atleast. I've been shopping till i drop (literally...i tripped over an out-of-place-brick :$)
Driving to the mall and back gives me a diferent kind of high altogether. No more do i have to be on the mercy of others, wait for Mom to get back from work, or for Dad to get into the "right mood". I can drive...WHENEVER i wanna! *bounces up and down*

SO yeah...I'm satisfied, I've shopped, and now i'm gonna go have dinner. Does life get any more perfect than this? It's like i'm living in a castle made of glass..i can see everyting around me, but no one dare come any closer!

Well, back to assignments now :S *shattering glass noise*

badluckability

So eid's here..i have nothing to wear..nowhere to go..nothing to do..does that sound normal?
or is it just me..finding ways and means to withdraw myself from this shit hole that people like calling WORLD...
why am i never happy with the system of things?! like i wish i was someplace else...doing somethng different..meeting new people..making "good use" of my life (Quote Dr.Feroze :P)
how about wishing i didn't exist for sometime...just make a quiet exit..watch the people i know and supposedly care about fading away in the distance...NO i'm not talking of death here..that isn't my department..i'm talking of playing "disappear" for a while...see what my world looks like without me in it...you know..watch as a "third party".
That'd be interesting...really...

*pinches myself*
wake up already

Far away...

You've left me alone
You've gone too far
It isn't the distance
Life just lowered it's bar

Silly conversations we had
that bore no results
your sweet nonsensical rantings
and your try at insults

I miss those talks
about climate and food
when you'd compare your city
to my humble hood

Your child-like voice still lingers
at the back of my longing mind
sometimes i sit up all night
memories are all that i find

Sweet nothings scribbled on post-its
your perfume always made my day
it kills now, to think about
how far you've gone away...

Chatting up a cabbie...

Yeah I'm still going around in cabs, the license hasn't taken all my modesty away. Well,I hopped into one today, and an old Santa-only-thinner-looking cabbie happened to look at me through the rear-view mirror. Not the sort to entertain such glances, i looked away, pretending nothing happened.
There was something very fatherly...rather Grandfatherly about him though, i then realised. So i gave him my standard you-can-talk-to-me-now look and managed a half-smile.
He guessed by my attire that i was Pakistani (yeah a Salwar I sported..as per my Instructor's instructions, a sure way to lure the examiners and pass the test, he believes). This green-signalled our 15minute long conversation which got me nose-diving into the inner workings of a mere Pathan.
I didn't hesitate when he asked me if I had a brother, realising it was only a healthy discussion, and convincing myself that no Musalman would act funny during Ramzan.
His face then turned from I'm-sick-of-driving to You-don't-have-a-brother?! in less than a minute. Said Pathans don't stop at just daughters, they NEED a son. That startled me! NEED a son? For what? So he leaves home when he's 21 and forgets about his folks once he gets a wife? Son's are no different from daughters for crying out loud!
We then moved on to a rather hot debate on why the discrimination still exists in many narrow minds. Old folks prefer sons so they can carry their name forward. I think that's just bullshytte! What for carying names forward, when they're not gonna look after you when you're alive! Now, i'm not discriminating against sons, they're not bad at all. But what bothers me, is the problem they have with daughters.
We're not dying to get married and leave the house y'know. This society's so hypocritical! They send us away..and then blame us for going away! What the fuck?!
Children, whatever sex, are all equal, someone tell him that! He had a point though, the village he lived in is very critical and look down at you if you don't have a son. So 'try till you succeed' it is!
Thank heavens for the small-ness of Abu Dhabi, I was at my destination before this got out of hand!
Ah well, i shall stop ranting about sons and daughters here. My peeps love me, and that's all I care about!
Not wanting to sound mean or ignorant...i'm going to leave this debate to you guys. Feel free to comment and share your thoughts!
If you got nothing to say...try amusing yourself with the red and white Xmark at the top of this page to the right :P

Vr00m !

Would you choose water over wine,hold the wheel and drive?

Everyone knows this song..most love it too. Drive by Incubus =D

Well i just got my driver's license today and i'm so thrilled it's not even funny!
The streets of the world will now be mine to conquer. The autobahns shall bow down in front of me. The expressways shall lay me a red carpet and the mere roads of Abu Dhabi shall be my worthy host everyday *victorious smirk*

Life's going to be different know. Atleast i'm hoping it will. No cab-hunting. No waiting for Dad to pick me up from yada yada.

It's driven me before and it seems to be the way
that everyone else gets around.
But lately I'm beginning to find that when
I drive myself my light is found.

Yeah baby i've got it! And i'm excited as hell. w00t!
Now just get me a car someone...



Meh.

Fall to pieces...

Rise, oh desolate one.
Bow to the morning breeze
Look beyond your worries,
Your sorrows are at ease.

You're not alone,
there's a voice within
That's waiting to scream out
Close your eyes and Listen.

Just when it finds
A breach to vent
A ray of light it sees.
Your shoulders are bent.

You close yourself
You say "not now"
Afraid to hear
What it has to bestow.

Your soul, it shatters
the silence ceases
And before you realise
You're falling to pieces.

Just how screwed are we?

LOL! yesterday was a realy weird funny day...haha im cracking up at the thought of it..just that it freaked me out completely while it was actually happening!
My friend and me decided to go smoke since we had a free hour..we know its ramzan and the religious police is on the prowl..so we find this isolatd spot..look around for a good 10 minutes..and then light up...

Everything's going okay..the ciggie's almost done with..shoot! the secy pops up! from nowhere..it was so weird...i thought he's going to see our ID's...give us a lecturette and leave..but no! he took our ID's..told us to collect it after "30 minutes" and walked away..well ofcourse i was a little rude to him...completely my fault and i apologize for it!

Well, he's back after some time...and god knows how we spent that time..in misery and doubt and fear and what not (with occasional bouts of laughter ofcourse!)..lol barring the Strawberry Granitas..those were awesome!
he's back alright...we go up to him to say sorry..just to not fall into trouble y'know..and he says "take your bags the BOLIZ is here" OUCH !!! that hit us like a cannon ball on our stomachs! the POLICE?!! wtf!!

What followed next was a good 20 minutes of pleading, aplogozing and controlling laughter! some things just slipped outta me mind when i was talking to him..especially when i told him to "not lie" when he wrongly accused us of smoking regulary! the nudge i got from my fellow juvey was enough to shut me up!
i came up with weird excuses to not go with the polic..lamest being " i cant come now i have Radio class" i mean WTF was i thinking!!!

Oh well..a good ending to that weirdass day was that we dint finally get caught...*phew*..thanks a lot to Apoorva(from New Delhi..oh how i like the sound of that!) and Orange TShirt boy!! without you guys and your spontaneuous procrastination (oh did we really "just arrive" from India..and are our parents "Really really poor"?)..i wouldn't have been entering this post now! probably be breaking stones in jail :S

Anyhoo, day's passed. We've decided to not smoke again for some time now :P and be good MAHE girls!

Cheers to that :D :P