Digging for Meaning

A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do... Essentially, the name of my blog was bugging me for a while.. I had kept it as 'lovecentral' when I was 18 and had a bit of a different design for the blog in my mind, not what it turned out to be. Firstly, it sounded cool then, it connoted the purpose of my blog then, namely to pour out my heart for better introspection. Well, the connotation that anyone would think of lovecentral didn't escape me, but then I thought it could have commercial viability as well :D.. yeah i parked a cool name :P But, it seems so silly now. and it hardly represents what is there in the blog.. Not that the new name is any indicator of the content, but that of the content creator!:P so henceforth, my principal blog would be http://thejinxedone.blogspot.com (dumb! the message is on the said page.. redundant! ah well.. for the effect nevertheless)

Me and my nose are not on talking terms any more. It has gotten senile and saline. Flowing when it shouldn’t, torpedoing phlegm out at the ungodliest times, and generally giving me a lot of reasons to smile at the phrase ‘naak kata di’. I want to disown my nose. Show me the dotted line (hmm.. on the paper. Printed.) of divorce and I would sign without a moment’s thought. After reading Midnight’s children I fancied myself with the notion that I too have somewhat super strong sense of smell... Salim Sinai could smell a lot more things than smells... why shouldn’t I be able to do the same. So I tried. But when put to the test, instead of interesting information all I could force out were uninteresting boogers. Besides, I am going broke with the kharcha of tissue papers and efforts of washing my handkerchiefs. I am guilty of using dinner tissue papers for booger emancipation as well. But there’s no helping. The dustbin in my room is overflowing with the singular sea of tissue papers. Its a...

wierd shit! i was trying to upload my black coffee article graphic that I did.. and it was coming with inverted colors.. but this photo comes out normally.. anyways.. this is a pic from our Diu Trip.. awesome fun.. it was crazy for a 2 day trip with 20 friends.. the beach, the food, the road trips, the Boo*e.. awesome fun.. Also, i took this video when we entered Diu's nagao beach area.. and saw the beach for the first time.. we went crazy ... :P the scene was so idyllic, and promised so much fun.. BTW, the song i am deliriously singing is an actual song.. so don't accue me of blasphemy.. will write about the rest, later.. for now... this shall do! :P

I n the good old days, when sun was young and gay (as in giddily happy; he hasn't got himself into a binary system, has he?) everyday he would give a hi5 to the mountains of earth before swimming upstream of the blue sky. He preferred to be referred as 'Ra' and favoured listening to 'ska'. When he passed the wind the northern night sky would lit up in a thousand different colours and in thousand different shapes. Earth would be ever so enamoured by the stories that these illuminations rendered. For a while this exuberance of sun was good. Then something disagreeable happened. Once, while on his daily sojourn across the sky, Ra was so enraptured by the ska song playing in his I-pod that he started dancing wildly across the sky, darting from one end to another. Not realizing that earth scorched and froze alternatively, singing the beautiful tapestry of the sky and burning dark holes in the myriad light hues of the sky. This act didn't go unnoticed. He was properly...

  What good am I if a friend can't trust me with her feelings. I thought she was a good friend. May be I am being too judgemental and quick to descend in gloom, but I am, more than anything else, doubting my own ability to build relationships. (I guess, I am being self centered, thinking about myself rather than her woes, that has got her distraught in the first place. Instead of trying to coax her into telling me something so that I may help, or to lighten up her spirit, I am here writing this... but i also sensed that she wanted to share her grief with someone else... so i guess i was right in leaving them alone.)I have never been good at building relationship. May be I am too lazy for it. May be I just don't get it. May be I lack that social gene which enables one to have relationships. May be I am too bloody naive. Correction... i am too bloody naive. But then again, there are numerous incidences where my friends would surprise me by confiding in me their greatest and most...

Why are we so blasé today? Everyone of us. This whole pathetic generation of ours. The first doubt we ask after seeing Auswitchz photographs is about the veracity of the incident itself. Then we ponder over the scientific achievements that the genocide affected. And then, we eagerly lap up stupid Feng Shui Crap without as much a voice of curious doubt. No voice of reason, but only senseless submission. The examples are endless. I thought, MICA of all places, would have people harbouring some kind of stupid dreams and passions. But the tragedies continue here as well, we all are very 'rational' creatures. We don't like to 'believe' in anything that demands thinking and individuality. I wonder why are we so conformist towards certain issues, that need to be challenged before they establish themselves into mainstream. Why are we always in a third person mode, dissecting issues as if they don't affect us and negating the very act of questioning with utmost zeal. We ...