my mind farts part 1

Tall glassy buildings grow on arable soil

Mimicking the skyline of promised lands

Time does not stop, morning or night

Lights ever alive, food courts ever open

Greasing the wheels of the economy, the vehicles

The honking incessant

Stands stark as the noise speaks more

The insides safe from the outside

The power (electricity?) maintained

And the silent must remain unheard

The buildings a mirror to their dreams



Studying – Haiku

I am lost without you

While I try to find the root of 2

Yesterday’s brewed coffee

Lies stagnant in the corner of the room


You invade my every thought

My desperation is supplemented

by the guilt of not studying

I just want some college to take me

Please…  just please TAKE ME


Every Sunday I cry

For the lost weekend when

I didn’t meet you

I didn’t even open my books

I’m sorry


You are the tab that’s always open

I leave my laptop on sleep

While I sleep

You watch over me

As I raise a bleary eye in the morning

I hate myself.


I keep thinking it’s my fault

That I didn’t pay attention to you

I still don’t

I’m guilty

Don’t punish me


I prayed to God the other day

I pray to you every day

You are the only thing

That I believe in now

Please believe in me in return

I swear I’ll study


There’s too much for me to say

In my SoP

Every time I think


I need to pee



Metaphors and foreshadowing

Hi P, it’s Monday!

I am expressing my excitement on the awesomeness of foreshadowing in this post. I realised the importance of this through this one life-changing show called Breaking Bad. Even a scene with the family just eating breakfast was so important. There wasn’t a 5 second interval in the entire show which was irrelevant. Everything was perfect, everything could be explained (it won’t be if I wasn’t partial towards the show, but there’s a reason that I like the show and will defend it forevaaa)

There’s this show called Walking Dead. I have persuaded so many people to watch it, but they don’t really think its awesome. They think its gruesome and has a lame story. They’re right. I don’t watch that show for the story. I watch the show for the colour filter, apocalypse and the general fear atmosphere. The survival instinct surpasses all. Which is why, in this nonsense show, when they had a 20 second foreshadowing clip of ants eating half a cookie inspired me to type this post.

Foreshadowing is best because

  • It lets you interpret the meaning – ambiguity is AWESOME in entertainment. It means that anything is right. And because its such a fictional world, the more interpretations, the better. This is why poets write such big words and unconnected lines. If it was straightforward, no one would appreciate it. It would be like.. i don’t know..not poemy
  • It’s like reading a story book you can imagine far more than what was intended. And imagination is also AWESOME

Foreshadowing is a visual metaphor. It is a pun for the eyes, a taste of vision, a lick of foresight, a tr(eat) to the optics.

I don’t know why I bulleted the points.. that’s all I had to say. Maybe I wanted to shoot it out, hit the nail on the head, hammering the opinion.

But even being able to say this much was so hard.



the unwanted hiatus

Dear poochi

I can’t think. I feel like every sentence I type has no substance to it – it feels lifeless. Like words from a 5th standard history textbook or an essay read by an uneducated literate. The words that I am saying now have probably already been said. Frighteningly, all permutations of my previous sentence has already been uttered/written in different languages. Does that make this post pointless? Maybe the few that have existed across time and said these words are a very small percentage. I am probably one of the few who are aware of the fact that such an event is possible.

What if I am the centre of the universe. I am sitting on my bed, in front of my laptop, placed in such a way that I have the comfort and solitude of my room and still the speed of the wifi isn’t slowed. My house is on the top floor of an apartment in a quiet lane in a convenient centre of the city – well supplied with required resources and consumables. The city itself is the shore of a huge beach and the ports that existed previously had led to it being a trade hub, transforming it into a railway  “central” and even air way access  to touristy locations as random as Siem Reap. So where I am IS the centre of the universe. The fact that I know all this stuff makes me a carrier of the centre of the universe. Because every movement/decision I make is made after consideration of reason, transforming every step I take to be the centre of the universe.

No, I am not being narcisssdfisfo whatever. I am the core of my own universe.

I looked out of the screen for some time and my flow of thought vanished. I forgot why I started this post addressing you.

It has been a month since we wrote our last blog post.. this is sad.

I wrote letters to all my friends recently (including you) and I faced two problems – not knowing what to write in the letter. Should it have been about normal day to day activities, wouldn’t that sound boring. Also, I didn’t know any interesting facts for me to impress my opinion on you. So.. it was weird. Second, I didn’t know if writing a letter would make my friends as happy and satisfied as excited I was to post it. What if I didn’t meet their expectations.

What if these two obstacles are the hindrances to life (assuming basic food, clothing, shelter is fulfilled)

Is the spiritual problem a privileged one because I had access to education or just because I am clever?

I don’t even know why I posted this but poochi.. just post a post because you gotta post don’t postpone it



Weekends, movies and The Procrastination Productivity

I can’t write. Which is why I HAVE TO.

I am searching for a topic to think about. In fact, I am waiting for someone to ask my opinion on a certain issue so I can actually discuss it. I want them to force their wrong opinions on me so I can say HAH you are sooooo wrong hahahahaha. I’d rather run away from the reality than face the bleakness of reality. No one is clever enough to challenge me with intellectual questions except the voices in my head.

This post contains interesting life advise from a newly created adult. She started out as suddenly and beautifully as the birth of the Uruk-hai…. speaking of which, do Orcs reproduce? (Maybe it is too early in the post to discuss the blatant chauvinism in LOTR kk moving on)

  1. Sometimes playing Atari Breakout is more interesting than your real life problems
  2. If you have pressing jobs to complete, I assure you, you will end up achieving a lot more BUT that one thing
  3. Because the opportunity cost (benefit?) doing other things when you actually have to one thing increases. So just finish all those distractions however guilty you feel later. Actually you know what? No guilt. Screw it you are an adult. All your decisions are sound.
  4. Thank you god I got 9 and a half hours of sleep today thank you
  5. Sometimes you get really weird dreams. I dreamt that I slept for 7 whole days and wake up on the 8th morning thinking I was asleep for 4 hours and then realise I have missed a whole week but NO ONE missed me that was really scary be ready to be alone in this world because BAM u r adult
  6. Get ready for dreams that involve you walking alone in a monument in the middle of a desert and a monkey talking to you and asking you for a towel
  7. Binge watch movies on Italian Mafia and locking yourself in your room and pretending the GUN SHOTS ARE REAL
  8. Play counter strike.
  9. Complain about “too less time”

If you want to discuss more science-y stuff, we shall discuss Eru Iluvatar and Morgoth coming up next in “what happens in an adult brain”

Until then,