Blabbereddddd :P

The smile in your eyes,

The charm in your talk,

The sweetness in your spice,

The ease in your walk,

The mood from low to high,

The love behind the angry glare,

The laugh behind your cry,

The awkward glance in your stare,

The kid in your office suit,

The handsome man in ganji-shorts,

The blabbermouth when you're mute,



The lame pics for which you have the hots,

The 'I need you' in your 'get lost',

My uncombed hair, you ruffle with glee,

The responsibility you take for my cost,

The sadness in my wink, you can see,

The problem of mine becomes a solution,

My simple sniff becomes a grave disease,

My cruel words are like a love potion,

Every argument, debate, fight you inevitably cease.



When everything is perfect, things are still so wrong,

This is bloody fiction, how did you like this song? :P

Looking back at '09

You are over, you are gone, you're finished,

Thank God, you ain't gonnna be back,

Guess you are happy your job's accomplished,

Hope you hibernate, whilst you hit the sack.

What about that gut feeling that,

You are gonna suck, fuck it all out?

No, I didn't put on weight, no fat,

Didn't lose my temper, not a shout.

Just when it was getting bearable,

A glimpse of myself was shown,

Naah! Realized, life can't be stable,

My happiness couldn't be borne.

A sudden jerk, of horror, shock, pain,

Like a flash it was all over,

Picking up the pieces, had to be sane,

Nowhere to run or hide, had no cover.

Cheers to 2010, not hoping for the best,

Since 2009 took away everything of mine,

So, 2010, take what's yours, be my guest,

Coz whatever you do, I'll have to smile.

Solo.

Searching and seeking,

For The perfect plan,

A reason for my real smile,

Them, with whom I can share,

Blink, and there's no one around.

Oh yes, you are there,

But still not quite here,

What am I doing? Myself I know not,

One down, one erupts back,

Punches my face, flat I fall,

Picking up the pieces, bruised,

Alone, I collect myself.

I smile, and be with you,

Not let you know, your wrong,

Dance to your moves, tunelessly.

Have to let it go, as usual,

Wait for the verdict of my fate,

Nothing can be worse than this,

I'll bet there's more to come....

Is it a sign?

Was chilling with friends, that day,

Laughing, yapping, just my way,

Suddenly, I spotted you right there,

I continued to stare and stare.

She nudged me and I told her,

She shrugged and turned back to her burger,

Your body language, it was you right there,

Smiling, eyes dancing, that look of care.

Upto your table, I walked with my head low,

It was now or never, I had to know,

Whether it was you, who I thought I knew,

Or that someone who made it, where, venture few,

Alright, it wasn't you after all,

Why did I care? You don't deserve that call,

It's sudden, it's a burst of unwanted emotion,

Or is it a display of old affection?

P.S- It may appear ambiguous to you lot, but no worries, I'm doing great, mentally and physically. Internship is great, wish I could tell you more about it, wish I could tell you about Mumbai, wish I could tell you a lot more...And I wish I knew what I want to wish for.

P.P.S- But you can make your wish through Mads Mad Mess Make a Wish Foundation !!

Wish Harshita a very Happy, Hearty, Hersheyful Birthday today :)

Moving On....

This post is not written with reference to some boy or girl (modern age, naa!!) breaking off with me. It may appear very ambiguous, but who cares.

Won't blame you if you don't get a word :D

I'm here, right where I always was,

Not the same I feel this time,

The change has been changed, with no pause,

No laughter, no gay whispers, no music of chimes.

The support I leant on always ,

Long before, gone before I had realized so,

Had left me bruised, hurt, pretty sad,

Bemused, I asked, was I that idiotic to be asked to go?

People always remain the people that they are,

Their dictum, their rule is slapped on you,

And within no time, they get so far,

And you realize the nightmare is true.

I'm on my own,

And this is how I got to remain,

No emotion, no feeling I show in my tone,

Loneliness is me, now no more a pain.

P.S- If you didn't understand the poem- I'm not sad, I'm not angry, I'm not hurt. I'm just indifferent. So keep your hugs and chill maars to yourself.

A Lil' of Fag, Booze and Dope....

I guess I'm back.
I left blogging on my blog because of lots and lots of reasons. And I'm not really happy to be back here, frankly. It's more like I missed reading all your blogs, than writing over here. I love blogging, but there are lot of unexplained reasons why I don't want to blog anymore.

Also, I had taken some resolutions which I had to fulfil when I left, but I'm back and I've still not fulfilled them, but at least I'm in the process.

This blog will have some changes. I want to bring in different styles to my writing (Whatever that means), so will be experimenting....

Have nothing to write, so here's a poem I had written 2 months back, when I was in a bad mood.

Fag, Smoke and some Dope

Smoke 'em up,
Just feel the rush,
A puff, just once,
Forget yourself totally,
A long inhalation, high me,
I'm in heaven, baby......

A shot, just a quick one,
A sensation, throat's on fire,
I'm floating, up in air,
A flurry of emotions,
No worries, no caution,
Let me be, forever.....

A sniff of the powder,
I wanna take in more,
Just a lil' more,
I can't think, I'm lovin' it,
I'm no loser,
I'm available, any takers?

P.S- The last line does not hold true. And the same applies to the entire poem, i.e. I really didn't try all this out, and its just fiction. I just wanted to try out something new, rather than the same old funny poems, and also wanted to make this one non-rhyming. Hope you like it.
P.P.S- Appreciate all the support (and taunts of "pagal!!" and "mads, your mad" and the like, which I got from you people,after my previous post. It's you guys who made me want to come back here and lift my spirits.
It's nice to be back :-)
P.P.P.S- Yes, I didn't get a nice picture for this post. Kill me. Hmmph!!!

Sutta na mila...Bhe..never mind...

Breaking News: Did you know that Ranbir Kapoor lost his virginity at the age of 15? Harami, sex hungry, desperate saala. I always knew I should be loyal to my Rahul Dravid. But Ranbir is so hot :( But Rahul's soo cute!! Mads confused che.

I'm done with projects and it's party time now. My laptop is healthy, and I'm not wealthy (after spending so much on repairing it) and I'm definitely much more wise now (back ups on gmail zindabad)

To whomsoever is concerned, I have lost all my data i.e. old projects(how will I fill my already poor C.V now?), my pics (my husband won't get to see the pics of the fun I had in college.Sigh.No no. Jai ho to Harini and Joyeeta (my beshtttt college fraaands che), I will flick the pics from their laptops asap), cricketers pics (yes yes, my wonderful collection, which the boys were jealous of, dammit their buri nazar worked) and songs, my poems, stories, sigh, no no I won't crib. Full stop che.

No more cribbing posts.Here's presenting a poem I wrote in my 1st semester.

The Smoking Joes of my batch inspired me to write this poem....So, it's dedicated to them...



FAG A FRIEND

A long, boring day at college, it was,
To smile, to rejoice, there was no cause,
The students reached the hostel by the bus,
They ran to their rooms in a rush.

A student, dumps his bag in his room,
His face, filled with gloom,
He walks out, to his neighbour's room,
His nose twitched as he smelt the fume;
His neighbour smirked and offered a cigaratte,
He took it, and said, "Thanks mate"

Soon the two neighbours were sprawled on his bed,
Discussed from hot girls to the cricket teams they led,
And they fagged and fagged,
And talked from childhood days to the day they got ragged.

Chlormint was chewed merrily, as they set off,
To buy a new packet, they walked and coughed,
A bond was created between the two,
Because of the cigaratte they blew.


Disclaimer- No offence meant to anyone associated with my college. An apology if you still hate me.

While you're commenting here (That is, if you bother commenting) check out the new post on our joint blog and let's see how you fare in the comment exam :D

P.S- Am sure the title of my post is gonna attract hell lotta new readers =)) ;-) Saale boys, I tell you... :P

P.P.S- BTW, I prefer Rahul Dravid to Ranbir Kapoor.Anyday.Any night :D :D Every nite :D

I faking love you....

Beep you.

Yes, I'm still pissed, and I don't care if Mads Mad Mess turns into a depressing, frustrated blog. I'm not allowed to crib anywhere, since the entire world pounces on me if I crib. My friends seem to be immersed in trouble, 24*7, so I'm not allowed to rant about my sorrows to them. My mom has the burden of the whole world on her tender shoulders, and she is not even thinking about my marriage :-( so Jai Ho to her. And well, I'm too agnostic to turn to God for help. But, you still rock, God. No hard feelings che.

I will crib, I will rant, I will wipe out the smile from your face, so stop reading, if you don't want to get depressed. Sigh. I'm so mean naa. Let my blog be called Mean Mads Mess henceforth.

The worst phase of my life, which started from Jan 1 2009, is continuing, the amount of irritation mounting day by day. I had moments of joy last night when I watched Jab we met on tv and Filmfare awards (RANBIR!!!!! He wasn't that funny, but I could stare at him,so cool che) but today, I'm back to my irritated self. Mom has given up on me. Gee, thanks for that vote of confidence, you rock...

I have some Dad jokes, and Mom jokes, and Grandfather jokes too, but I'm not that nice a girl, to see you laughing, and me depressed, so I will not put it up. I know I'm mean, so don't stay here. Go X-(

A poem dedicated to all the people who fake around all the beeping time. Penned down by me and my friend, Harini, in class, when we were really really really really really pissed at the fakers.


Hey, that's a really fine top you are wearing!
It looks like, it's triplets she's carrying...

OMG!Your new haircut is amazing!
Wait till I tell XYZ, that you look disgusting...

Awwww!!You and you boyfriend look so cute !!
Did I just say that? My foot !!

Yeah,before the exam,I'll tell you the facts of the case*,
Before the exam, you think I'll see your face?

I'm confident, this chapter isn't there in the examination!!
You actually think I would tell the truth to my opposition?


It's a faking world out there,
There's nobody, it would spare,
Genuine I am, and it's for everyone to see,
A fake Mads for all the fakers, I can't ever be.


*I'm a law student, and we have to mug up all the cases with their facts and the basic principle in the judgement of those cases. So usually, before the exam, if we don't get the facts of some really important case, we ask XYZ. And XYZ tells us 5 mins before the exam starts that he/she doesn't know the facts or will tell us the wrong facts of the case. Beep you, man/woman.


P.S- I wish my sister was here :-(
P.P.S- I really don't know why I kept one of the labels as 'mummy oh mummy, kya accha bana rahi ho' ....
P.P.P.S- Beep blogger.com. I cannot upload a pic for this post.

And this is how I shooed my love away...

Sometimes you get the one for you. And you spend some happy moments with the one.

And then, kick that one out of your life.

I did the same. This is how I shooed my love away.....

I saw you in the shop, a seductive smile on your face,

You lured me, your charm was mystical on me,

There were many after you, but I won the race,

When we went out, only you, people would see.

Happy for us, with you, I always felt great,

I tried not to be attached to you,

Knowing that every single day, could be our last date,

I loved you like no one else could, yes, it's true.

You started looking shabby and old, there were wrinkles,

I dumped you, on my mom's orders, finally,

I missed your laughing eyes, which twinkled,

My favourite pair of shoes, I saw in the dustbin, smiling sadly.

P.s- Don't kill me for this :-D

Wrote this poem in class when I was staring at my Osho's (a type of shoe-for all ignorant mortals) and wondering when it's time will be up....And I was obsessed with the song Emosonal Atyachaar, hence the melodrama was a little too much, I guess :-D

Also, this is the second time I uploaded a picture along with my post!!!! Yay!! :-D

A Tribute to my Blogger F.R.I.E.N.D.S

When I'm low, no one's there,
When I'm high, no one cares,
When you least expect it, comes someone in your life,
To be with you, in each and every strife,
They are my friends on the blogosphere,
Each one of them, a gem, so dear.

My favourite, the cutest of them all,
Is Peter, with whom I always have a ball,
My soul sister, who's after the same guy as me,
She's Trinaa,"Oh Ranbir!!", we say we glee,
There's Nidhi, who's always shopping or cooking,
Abhinav's tongue cannot stop working,
Sia's crazy, completely wild,
PJ, who's more mature than me, even if she's just a child,
Alex Paul, a great writer, keeps me entertained,
HP, who's good at computer things, leaves me dumbfounded,
Raka, who is wicked, always upto some fun,
With Harshita, her number one. (KIDDING!)

These are my friends, now blogroll them before it's too late,
I guarantee, they'll make your best mate!!

P.S- This poem was written under immense frustration and irritation. Guests had come over at 10 in the night and were there till midnight. I thought I could shower them with my mesmerising presence and a quick Bolt types speech(Arre, that guy who got fastest running record in Olympic Games :D):-"Hello Aunty,How are you, I'm fine,Happy New Year(Gujjus have their New Year now)"and flash my 1000 watt fake smile and bury myself in the computer. But Alas. The guests had come to learn from my Dad about this invention by Charles Babbage. My Dad, the know-it-all,can stop me from watching K serials at 10 in the night and can give me a lecture about using the computer after 11 in the night and not sleeping early, but he could teach the guests shit on computer till midnight. Sigh. Life is unfair. I locked myself in my (and my invisible sister's) room and fumed.

I missed my blog and my comments (which were actually becoming 30+ per post.Wow) Hence, this poem, dedicated to my bloggie friends :-)
-I wanted to rhyme Raka with Hakka Noddles which Nidhi made (What's the difference between pasta,momo and hakka noodles? I don't know :D)

-I couldn't fit in Buzzz,Sarath,pseudo intellectual and hell lot more bloggers due to lack of patience(See I was very pissed, and even this poem ain't that great, so be lucky you
are missing out :D) on my part. I shall do the honours sometime soon.

Tum anjaane hi thik the.

The smile in your eyes,

The charm in your talk,

The sweetness in your spice,

The ease in your walk,

The mood from low to high,

The love behind the angry glare,

The laugh behind your cry,

The awkward glance in your stare,

The kid in your office suit,

The handsome man in ganji-shorts,

The blabbermouth when you're mute,

The lame pics for which you have the hots,

The 'I need you' in your 'get lost',

My uncombed hair which you ruffle with glee,

The responsibility you take for my cost,

The sadness, in my wink, you can see,

The problem of mine becomes a solution,

My simple sniff also like a major disease,

My cruel words also like a love potion,

Every argument, debate, fight, you inevitably cease,

Even when things are perfect, things can go wrong,

This is bloody fiction, hope you enjoyed this song! :P

P.S- YAAR, you have no idea how much I'm expecting from Anjaana Anjaani. BETTER BE AWESOME!! :D :D :D