The Chowkidar.

A simple song evaded his memory. He could not let go of it because the hum refused to die down in his head. He evaded the obvious, thought of the usual suspects and had to let them go as well. Farther down the line, he expected to things to change drastically as he was going to hit the 70 years of age barrier.

Blog Update #1

Hello World,

It has been quite a while I scribbled out something on my blog. I beg your pardon for the same, but I also would like to clarify that nothing worth writing has hit me recently. Call it 'Writers' block' or just plain laziness; nothing remarkable has happened that was worth scribbling about.

A lot of questions have been asked if the novel is going to be continued or not. I'm not sure. Still thinking of a plot that will seem wondrous yet plausible. Agatha Christie, my angel where art thou? For now, I shall take your leave as the lazy bum that I've become these days but hopefully soon I'll be back belting words like it's none of any of ya'll business

Haha!

Good night and Good Luck.

Gautam.

Dreams

Often I'd dream a dream, 
the same dream every time. 

Soon they said, it wasn't normal, 
Hallucination is what they'd termed. 

They told me to lie awake, 
not to sleep, for my safety. 

I slept anyhow, knowingly 
for that time was sweet. 

Now is the past.

A solace of uncertainty, 
looms gravely upon you. 
For what has to happen, 
in due time, will happen. 

There are touts and schemers, 
A twisted ear for a twisted tongue. 
None say what comes next, 
None say what distress we await. 

A happy thought hither, 
A fearful nightmare thither. 
Yet, in this turmoil of life. 
You breathe, you laugh, you live. 

Nobody knows what's next, 
The cake on your face, 
for a new dawn. 
Or a garland on your frame. 
For a dusky goodbye. 

You live not once, 
You live not nine times. 
You live a billion moments. 
Each one different from the next. 

Cheers to what now is for thats the past again. 
Cheers to what the future is for it is our present. 
Cheers to today, taken 
one moment at a time.

Stalker Stalker, Ass on fire.

There are a lot of times when you realise that nobody knows your life better than the one who's stalking you. Joke.

You notice every step they take, how they avoid walking over a pile of fresh dog poop while you walk over it caught up in their next set of movements.

So you see. There is no point.

Everyone sees, Everyone hears, Everyone talks.
Nobody notices, Nobody listens, Nobody speaks.

The vagaries and quandaries of every person's life disables them from forming perfectly relatable situations at times when we need it the most.

We learn a lot from the silliest actions. A offhandedly spoken comment means more to the self than any other thing in this world. We live a life where the analogy of the two sided sword haunts us to the living core.
There are lessons learnt, friends gained, lives lost in the whole process.

Ultimately, a few survive to pat away the dust of their shoulders and say ' We made it out.'

Power speaks volumes.
Dumbness speaks volumes.
Rationality is the plague according to today's generation.

There are a million fans of Sherlock out there, who go around their life cluelessly like side characters in Legally Blonde series.

WHY YOU NO UNDERSTAND PEOPLE?


*facepalm*

Just realised that I could've finished this banter using memes leading to result of people being none the wiser.

Good night world.
It's a sad day for the world at large.
But then again, Nolan's bringing us Dark Knight Rises.
Peace.

To be titled ~ Part 1

Douglas looked up from his bed. He could see a vague shape etched on the ceiling - water seepage. "Damn! That's some paint money well spent." he cursed under his breath. It was a Wednesday and there was no sign of a clear sky. It had been raining for a week now in Tokyo.