so, its been long....

Result remains the only remnant of hopes and hardwork.

Sobriety of manners. Lets see, how much it pays back ??

tHEY

Saleem and Ditoo were no more strangers now.As has not been the case since last two years, they spoke to each other for the very first time in last two years.Although, it was an altogether a completely different issue that they both had lived in the very same room since 28 months!!

Its been lonely for both of them, and more interesting(if you can say that) part was that none had seen the outside world since last 28 months.The reclusion had been long enough, more of an exile than intended.

And now, on Monday the 15th of some month,exactly 931 days later, they talked, as if for the very first time in their life.The silent agreement no more held on! Words filling the blank of 28 months, it was the classical moment - one deserved to be taped, but not going to be the case here.Rather, on the name of electronics(okay, its not actually electronics) was a 25 watt light bulb, for a 13.5 by 12.25 room.You can make out the visual structure of their milieu.

Reason hasbeen an absentee for this happening of event.Ofcourse, not everything has to be done for a reason ? And if ever there was any, it was not so much of imperative at this hour of need.

But they still had to realize that they both have been loners for last 28 months.Hermits in their hermitage.

In appearance they were both just the complete mirror image of each other - long shabby beard, dark hair a bit ruffled, none had taken a bath since 28 months.These 8 months has been a pause( || ) to their lives( > ).Nothing much had happened since then.At least nothing significant worth to be remembered.

Yes, there were bits and pieces.

A half-torn old novel,chicken momos, a wall-length mirror, newspaper covered window, that 25 watt light bulb, a dark room and a shut door.Rest was rather not so distinct.But apprehension still lived on.Whether this has been a result of serendipity or not was as yet not known.But, for the first time,they both now knew of each other and ....

"For You, a Thousand Times Over"

"Vintery, mintery, cutery, corn,

Apple seed and apple thorn,

Wire, briar, limber lock

Three geese in a flock

One flew East

One flew West

And one flew over the cuckoo's nest."

ad libitum

This comes so naturally to me - the stupidity of giving an impression of myself that I myself do not and can not believe in.

And best part about is the fact that its unintentional.

Ah.unintentional.the philosophical counter-word for "automatic"..see I told you that relativity prevails. or did I not ? anyways, how does it matter?

And after all this happens to be an extemporaneous write up you see.That means this is first time I am directly typing on notepad rather than getting via paper-and-ink route.So, bear the imbecility.I do.After all, What cant be cured, must be endured..

Another feature from gamut of my "foolery prowess es" is my inability to write a pre-conceived idea.As so happens, this was going to be not a self-critical but rather a something My-best-novel-scenes or a GRE based write up that I must have recounted about a zillion times in my head.ad lib.spontaneity has its own pleasures.

There is one more thing that I would like to confess to myself,here.That I long for readers to this blog.I never thought of that way before I started out but now, it's been a long time and countless efforts (including the failure of orkut updates).Things change for reasons unexplained.A law.Chaos.

List goes on.better to stop than keep scorching till my self-respect gives in.Hell.

PS - why did I even write IT ? answers please..

Wonder Why !

Impromptu!!

Do?Dont.

Great that all is for no-one to be,

A lap of la-la words

to count time in phrases.

Redemption for one & none

You me and we.

Joy to be held, the

wonderful wizard of booze.

Insignia for our times to be,

the nap of a lifetime

That sixty-first second of another death

a painful retrieval of life.

Agony to be set free,

pain about the unknown.

Ofcourse, curiosity killed the cat

Depression DiD the Duck

For all others,

happyness was enough poison..