--Here comes Chotku Mastani Bhujianwala Iiishtylee--

Remember the blogpost long-time back Rajasree? You had taken a logitech pic of yours when u were acting like a usual narcissist and going on and on clicking the clickoshut?? - Here we come back to your original self after many more agonised months ...initially had my hair cut short cause Chennai water was just way too salty and was literally spoiling my not so nourished and nurtured hair...who cares? - yah that was what I used to think about it but my lucky-mate..oops flatmate suggested I shed off my two decade old AUNTY-type looks and sport a trendy one instead...that was the first journey I made after long-head trials and tribulations of my sorrowful life..sounds like a Ramayana as though I was send on a BANAVASS...chuck it anyhow..I crap a lot when it comes to speaking out thy mind about Rapunzel's beloved hair...out of the salon and I was a heppy temp. Chennaite...that's how it began...now back to square one I wasn't getting too many chances to try out shockutherapy with my nerdy family...I was almost feeling like Amelia..who loved to rule but never could do so in reality...since theres' one thing about her and me which we share in common..our outlook towards elderly people...so to say the grown ups...they seriously ain't funny... - ok..not to get diverted from the trendy route I was elaborating on...it so happened that it was a time people inside my house got to see a thriller shockumentary..and there they were to see a privately public screening of it last wednesday when I got back with a A.N.John cut..details about the person comes in later...planning actually to put some uplinks about this guy through Wikipedia....actually should be WICKEDIPAEDIA....
My Thammi (beloved Granny as I call her!!) was a little shocked to see my hair cut so short but then luckily it din't choke her... As of now....it looks good on me...what do you think? - I have been spending a lot of time in reality looking at myself in the mirror..she says I look good...better say so or else I go baldy next time...easy steps to act and go weirdy-nerdo....

To ER(r) is H(ew)mann...

Are we way too CLEVER?

Twingle thumby would love to get a FAVOUR...

Triver-Friber way she flows like a trumpet down the RIVER...

....ROVER....ROVER...ROVER....

Large trees of amazonian vegetation call out loud before BEASTY SHARON pulls the TRIGGER....

Cold blows of chilling nerves flowing down thy spine brings back the SHIVER....

Touching the forehead on a crimson darky doomsday gives you a churning of the FEVER....

Seems like there is something terribly wrong with my LIVER...

Truth lies in the fact that I lost a second nuthead LEVER when...

....ROVER....ROVER...ROVER....

Lady Chatterby hit me straight with her dumbstruck heavenly HAMMER....

Her lover ran out of the car and put my souless body beside the DRIVER...

I see a distant light in the horizon rushing straight ahead to me with its moonlit DIPPER...

Awe my God..atlast I see the ROGGER...ROGGER...ROGGER

Dreams of DESPAIR....Spirit of thy clumsy FLIPPER....a lil of the country LIQOUR...is all that went mad amidst the gibberish BLABBER....

....ROVER....ROVER...ROVER....

P.S: Need no more ERrrrrrrssss..for now...

Here she comes....

Lost in her own world...there SHE comes to be with us.... PUTKU as I've named her is lost in the eternal madworld now....rolling thy eyes and craving earnestly to be in her Mom's crest...

Today as she is here to brighten up our world...I get reminded about Costello singing it loud to me....so I enumerate these lines out for her on Elvis's behalf to raise a toast to this ocassion n to celebrate the joy...Click...Click....Sharing the moment with a touch of Joy....

She
May be the face I can't forget

The trace of pleasure or regret

May be my treasure or the price I have to pay

She

May be the song that summer sings

May be the chill that autumn brings

May be a hundred different things

Within the measure of a day

She

May be the beauty or the beast

May be the famine or the feast

May turn each day into a heaven or a hell

She

May be the mirror of my dreams

The smile reflected in a stream

She

May not be what she may seem

Inside her shell

She

Who always seems so happy in a crowd

Whose eyes can be so private and so proud

No one's allowed to see them when they cry

She

May be the love that cannot hope to last

May come to me from shadows of the past

That I'll remember till the day I die

She

May be the reason I survive

The why and wherefore I'm alive

The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years

Me

I'll take her laughter and her tears

And make them all my souvenirs

For where she goes I've got to be

The meaning of my life is She

She, oh she

She's arrived finaaaaaally!!!!!!

Yep....she's already there with us now...surrounded by those who crave for her the most....perhaps taking a little nap now with her cuty "aangrais"....something is churning within my self...can't explain what it feels like thinking about her n the thought of taking her in my tender lap...one more to be added onto the mixer-grind of life....the words seem to be in a disarray now....there are so many linguistic imageries flashing my mind right now that finding it exciting yet confused as to write about her...wondering who's this she na? - get back to me later...let me see her within the next hour or so and i'll capture her tiny...cutey eyes with my lenses....and the world will get to see a glimpse of her too....till then hold your breath for her...bet you can't help but fall in love with her...

Random thoughts of a binomally distributed mind!!

Have I really thought about giving it a try to come up with something normal..what I mean is eventually this..I have come across lots and lots of styles of writing..well that's what motivated me at the beginning to start writing...I was reading a lot of blogs eversince I landed up in Lapierre's City of Joy in April...Iraq was burning blue...heard Burn it Blue from Frida's soundtrack?? ...eventually something like it - we are digressing again...i mean me..myself and my numb finger..my lines from here might take a swift turn because i had left it on to take care of receipts for a bon-voyage..it is not on a pleasure trip that I have planned for this winter ahead...an agent had come from the tourmaker agency to drop down my brother's return ticket to 'SILLY'guri....now giving myself a knee jerk just to remind what was i talking about? - reading blogs and stylised writings to inspire me enough to start writing...well at the beginning i was reading more and more of them to hear beyond the ear...to know something with a shape of mind gone unbound. Slowly as i picked up pace to pen the thoughts down, the more i dwelved on them...the more did it turn out to be poetic dreams of despair where most of the linguistic centered around verbatim of an illicit order...some of them were taking rounds and rounds in the same direction. As i glimpse through the past few months and my work overboard the more do i notice a repeatition in it. The idea of getting inspiration is no doubt a noble one, be it copying down templates to give my weblog a look of something I strive to make it look for or be it the style of putting words down to form a coherent sentence! - but the thought and practicality of writing something to draw in comparisons and be praised for started killing me and affected my way of putting the ideas clear. I noticed I was writing for its sake and not truly with a feeling within, I was doing things because others have done and hence shown me a path to follow and be praised as they have for...but that was where I went wrong and on top of that I started grumbling about it and came up with more gibberish thoughts. The feeling of being a ambidextrous fella with the thoughts perverted up thy soul like a phlegm is really nervewracking enough to give both my thoughts and stylised concepts a break. There was a time when I kept posting thrice-four times a day and kept getting back at my blog just to see whether people have poured in to give my blog a roll or not..i was coming up with ideas to put up with banners to give it a shiny look but amidst a whole gamut of issues I was truly losing the meaning to writing up my inner thoughts freely at this virtual space. No I had not come here to display my talents and show it every tresspasser to hear...read...look up for to cheer me up with a good..bad...ugly pat but the little stray of my confused thoughts purged up in a soulless mind tore me apart and I lost the spirit. Even as I am writing these lines I might sound repeatitive at the corners down every bend but i do not care for it at all. Life for the last seven months has been like a tilt-a-whirl tour for me..the more i step on the ride..the more does it jolt me out to throw far away from the madding crowd and lead a life of my own but the each and every time i walk on the streets and drive a car the distant imagery seems like a roller coaster ride to me and my vision turns blurry. There are a randomized series of arithmetic thoughts churning up my young blood for 24 hours round the clock but I seldom try to rise up the ladder and liberate myself to be free from the soul. At times I have tried to capture the moments of a potrait never carved out in the canvas of polaroid dreams through my lenses and write a thought provoking passage to follow with it but nothing seems to grasp me from within and hold me back to rest on my grandfather's armchair and think about who I truly am while it rocks me from within. Is it the care I lack or my inability to communicate with those who are close to me yet not so to be able to see them through? - I think I am just getting too many thoughts clogged up in my mind and before I go nerd again on that I would like to pull a red dot to stop by and pump in the fuel to get back with a fresh adrenaline rush blowing to fill the air within...

P.S Initially when I had started to write I din't have the intention to sound this way but my crackspot brain helped me enough to indulge in this stupid process again...I know it'll improve slowly with the passage of time...yep! - i know you are there to support as you read it and go taaow.. on a perplexed note!!