Love, jogging, water, tears and "Mr. Cool

So I come back again with Chungking Express!! I can't just get enough of this movie ..... I can watch it anytime.....Wong Kar Wai is God.....(and so is Sam Mendes... and Alan Ball)

So these pictures are from the first story in the Movie: Heartbroken Cop 223's Monologue (May is the name of the girl)....

Travel Blog: Some Amazing Pics

A blog a day keeps the doctor away!!

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Njoy!!

Back and kicking!!

So I am back from the trip....I'd gone to Thailand (I know again...It's like my 4th trip there in last five years) ..... Can't really help it.... I don't say that thats the best place for vacation ... but it's one of its
kinds.... and not just for dirty things.... Some of the beaches are AWE---some.....and food is amazing....











Talking about the plane... there were shaky moments... and whenever that happened....I was shit scared.... but anyways ...this is my technique ...to get drunk.... yeah... I get drunk on all my flights.... and thats not because I want to gulp down free liquor.... but then this is a short flight and you can't really drink that much....


Pattaya is hell-o-a party zone...its like party 24 by 7......365 days ..... This guy was going crazy with the bar girls... must be some kindda bet.... but he sure was rocking the party here ...





@ spa....I dunno who clicked it....










This time I actually wanted to see more parts of Pattaya, so I rented this scooty thingy..... this was the only color they had.....seriously..... and those were the only helmets available...







This my Saawariya pose at the pool.....lol

Victim of time

(OK .... people I know I have been a lazy bumbitch.... and frankly speaking I wasn't even busy.....well…..I was a little bit ...planning a trip though.... So I already posted this poem on my poetry blog, but still I am posting it here: Hopefully I should be back in a week’s time unless some pilot decides to take a nap in the cockpit. Million other things can happen to a plane... but then I get scared anyways....always.....)

I think dying in a plane crash is really the worst kindda death….. but I think I am going to quote the closing monologue of American Beauty:

I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn't a second at all, it stretches forever, like an ocean of time....for me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout Camp, watching falling stars...and yellow leaves, from the maple trees that lined our street...Or my grandmother's hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper...and the first time I saw my cousin Tony's brand new Firebird. And Janie...and Janie. ..And…..Carolyn…. I guess I could be really pissed off about what happened to me...but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst...and then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain. And I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life... You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry... You will someday.

How it passes

And what it does

To people

Once kids

Then boys and girls

Then men and women

The core

And the shell,

Question?

And silently answer, repel

Run and cry

Vision and then the eyes

It is named time

A futile power

A living dead

And a deceitful truth

They say

No point in holding on to it

Repeat and memorize

Daily once, twice, thrice

But Oh! The beauty

That passed by

Still blinks in my wet eyes

People named friends

Those days and trends

That garden and those benches

Still….. still….

A few certificates

Remind me of my victory

And their defeat

Prize money is all spent

That time is dead

Not even a year old

In this new world

Everybody inquires

Of my past life

And secretly laugh

When I turn my eyes

These photographs

Are deep

An ocean of time

Like two Samosa’s

Dipped in coconut chutney

Or a bottle of soft drink

That passed till last sip

See them

A lot more

Is beneath them

A tranquil layer of vodka,

Lime, ice and a pinch of salt,

The froth of beer,

Aroma of the coffee,

In million card houses.

Sound of music,

Debates on feminism,

Chains of smoke,

Libraries and their ambiance

Hugs and kisses,

Diary entries and dope,

Rushing to the college

To show what you wrote.

A car accident,

When we were broke.

Losing control, after 8 P.M

Sleeping in the girls’ room.

Rain in the desert,

Full moon in the bathtub,

The kurta with the shloks

The teachers who became friends,

That bonfire and the holy smoke

Ashes and dew drops

Think about them

So….. many

So many moments

Make these photographs

Always remember

It’s just me

Another victim of time

P.S: About the tags....I will do them once I am back....happy holidays to me ...so much tequila is waiting for me...

A Letter to X

Hi

I don’t know what am I thinking and why am I writing this letter/email to you. It’s been a long time. So long that it kindda stopped aching. I mean not completely… but I guess it doesn’t hurt the same way as it used to. You know like when some part of the body becomes numb…like that…. only that it’s not really a body part. It’s the pain of numbness…..kindda…

For couple of years now we have lived a certain part of our respective lives in two different corners of a web…. I picked my corner…..not that you didn’t pick yours….but it was more like me picking a corner away from you….there was a time when we lived in the same corner….we picked that corner together…..corners get claustrophobic ….too much Love can suffocate….

Sometimes I dream about you….and I see you smiling….just the way you used to….I want to hold you in my arms and kiss you….but ……

When I pass through that restaurant, I kindda feel full …thinking about all our meals there….our corner table, where we sat each time….I wonder if you ever go there now…..I don’t…..

Your photographs sometimes find their way on my desktop…..I don’t know how….I touch them to feel you….then I close my eyes to see you….

Do you ever close your eyes like that to feel me?

What happened between you and me is our story. Everyone has “stories”. Some people sell them and some just tell them. Ours is not to sell, not to talk about. Though we have not talked to each other for couple of years, our lives are still connected. They will be connected for the rest of our lives. There was a time when I couldn’t imagine my life without you….I still can’t…..probably because a part of me still lives in the past. The past is not as dark as the present. Future really doesn’t exist, because I am constantly besieged between past and present.

How you loved to read the letters I wrote to you ….I know you still read them at night when you are alone….. Then I read some letters for you….the letters that I never sent you….I can never understand why I read those letters….I feel like I have committed a sin by not sending those letters to you….they have been written by me…. but they belong to you….. Are they technically still letters …. Even if they never went out in mail….

When I moved away I took some of your stuff with me. Heart works with its own logic…even “things” have certain amount of life…..they don’t just remind me of you, they help me in being away from you. I still celebrate your birthday, my own private party.

When I see you at crossroads sometimes, my soul darts towards you …. Embraces you…. Kisses you….makes love to you….on the crossroads…..I leave my soul there…..amidst its junctures of passion and scorching orgasms……..why should I punish my soul….it has suffered enough……abstinence doesn’t work for soul anyways……I wonder….I do wonder a lot…..

The time that I have been away from you I have learnt a lot of things too. I learnt about my mistakes. Not that I really care about them…..I would have still made those mistakes… because those mistakes got me closer to you. And then there were your mistakes…..or were they again my mistakes…that created the distance between us. Would I go back in time and change things?….a part of me wants to change it…. But then…I really don’t think I want things to change….the way I love you now….I never loved before…. I was selfish. I still am.