Goof Morching !

Progress..
is wht we all yearn for
like now
for the past week
i av been thinkin things
things which i shud av bin thinkin over long back
i am late
i dont know where i am going
where my lyfes going
i av been so entangled in all these miseries of lyfe
bout this person...n blah blah blah
but hey..where m i ?
i dont know wht lies ahead of me
but i know i can make it good
real good
i need to hava vision
i got better things to do yaar
when the time for it hs to come..
it'll come
i just cant b wasting my tyme like this
waiting on her
which shudnt b at the top of my priorities
i av been so much into all the other not so important complexities of life
tht i av bin ignoring all tht lies ahead of me..all this tiem
time*
this is wht i wanted to talk 2 myself about
the other day
tht these things...loving someone..feeling somethings for someone..aint gonna get u no where...
u do good...u b successful
n ppl will throng u
n everyone who seems to b ignoring u...keeping away frm u
they'll all come to u
n then..
u'll b the one choosing
i av had so much shit..for a year now...with frnds..with my studies..with my lyfe..
i know i hav the talent..nobody needs to tell me tht
i know i can do it..for tht..i'll havta work hard
put my mind in the right places
for tht..i'll b needing a vision
but it aint like any idea or somethign
something*
it comes gradually...
as u.."progress"...
see..
back to where i started from
progress . .

(an xcerpt from a convo with a frnd)

Real-i-zation

good thing a frnd of my told me...u know..that is the best part of having a good friend...cuz someday..they tell you to be in your limits..n that is the day when you realise what a dumbfuck you have been all this time...i always used to think it this way...'acche dost,dost isliye hote hain kyunki unke beech koi hadein nahi hoti hai'...guess i had been a complete idiot..its more like this way now..'acche dost..sirf acche doston ki haadon mein rehte hai'... my bad..

oh no...not me . . .

i am no moon...i am not the earth,the mars or anyother fucking planet...i m jst another ordinary guy sitting downstairs lookin at the sky...a sky full of stars..the stars seem to resemble the people in my life...some shine bright..while the other just seem to fade..i am not like them...i am just an observer...waiting for my pole star to come into my life..the wait seems to be long..but hey..i'll wait..wait for her..wait to be up there..amongst others...n shine the brightest of 'em all..& am sure it'll be worth the wait...

Just An Update !

4..not able to sleep..tried music...tried books...tried movies...even tried the fking newspaper..

shoot me ! dah !

reminds me of tht song frm *swades*...nindiya re..nindiya re..tu mere angana re..aaj re...in *something something* naino mein...kho jaa re.... :| my bad :P

Lukkhagiri ;)

Dekho Dekho Kya Woh Ped Hai,
Chadar Ode Ya Khada Koi..
Baarish Hai Ya Aasmaan Ne,
Chod Diye Hai Nal Khule Kahin... :)

mu·sic (myū'zĭk) pronunciation
n.

1. The art of arranging sounds in time so as to produce a continuous, unified, and evocative composition, as through melody, harmony, rhythm, and timbre.
2. Vocal or instrumental sounds possessing a degree of melody, harmony, or rhythm.
3.
1. A musical composition.
2. The written or printed score for such a composition.
3. Such scores considered as a group: We keep our music in a stack near the piano.
4. A musical accompaniment.
5. A particular category or kind of music.
6. An aesthetically pleasing or harmonious sound or combination of sounds: the music of the wind in the pines.

[Middle English, from Old French musique, from Latin mūsica, from Greek mousikē (tekhnē), (art) of the Muses, feminine of mousikos, of the Muses, from Mousa, Muse.]


Pakau !


Bhala Machliya Bhi Kyun Udti Nahin,
Aise Bhi Socho Na..
Socho Sooraj, Roz Nahaye Ya,
Baal Bhigoke Yeh Budhoo Banaye Hume,
Yeh Saare Taare, Timtimaye,
Ya Phir Gusse Mein Kuch Badbadate Rahein..


saddi toh zindagi hi music se shuru hoti hai...ending ka toh kabhi khayal hi nahi kiya...aur karun bhi toh kyunn ?? inne acche acche gaane sunno ko hai...abhi toh itna kuch gaane ko hai...but sometimes..actually..most of the times..people bullshit so much over it...like..if i say...yaar..himesh ka woh gaana..'viraaniya' is such an awesum track...ppl r like : cheee...wht is your taste yaar ?? chee...himesh....kaise kaise gaane sunta hain yaar..soppy soppy se... :\

dude...go give a head to someone ! tis a matter of personal choice..apna apna hota hain...you can't just say that his music is bad...her music sounds like barf or some shit...only if they could realize the effort that is being put into a single song...
won't it be better if you could say it this way.. : "yaar..himesh ke songs fail to strike the right chord in me..."

i know..that is something very polished...polite way of saying things...but then..whas the harm...but i still fail to understand the fun ppl get in criticizing someone elses hard work,just for a mere show of their own so called musical taste...cuz dude...if u think it that way...god bless you :) u know shit .. :)

My Distant F.R.I.E.N.D . . . .

sleep..thas my distant friend...kabhi aati hi nahi...aur aati hai..toh hamesha galat time par..

i need sleep...i want it badly...probably..a vicodin would have worked wonders ! but then...it tastes like shittt....y don't they make all those anti-biotics in different flavors...vicodin in butterscotch flavor...the very own combiflam in chocolate flavor...ornof..the one i am on these days...in vanilla flavor...that wudav been so awesum...nobody seems to think it that way...thas one of the reasons why people rely on homeopathy...cuz it tastes like sugar :P

give me a reason..dont give me a choice...cuz i'll make the same mistake again..and maybe someday...i'll talk..not just speak...so here i go...

tis gonna b a new day...but not for me...m tired of all these holidays...everyday seems like a sunday ;-)

prolly if i cud head off to someplace like ajmer or dalhousie... :\

:)

Finally... i begin with something like this...on a more regular note..not like the earlier ones...i hope :\

A regular SMS convo :|

Arjun : hey vipul,i uploaded those videos onto the computer dude..the ones we made together while you were here for the night..

Vipul : what the fcuk u talkin bout brotha...

Arjun : abbe yaar..the one we made with my dads cellphone..remember..i told ya..tis got an amazing picture quality...clarity n ol...

Vipul : U been drinking lately ?

Arjun : hvnt touched in days...have you ?

Vipul : nope..been plannin tho...

Arjun : lets go to castle 9 tomoro...v'll pick akbar on the way as well...

Vipul : what vids u talkin bout ?

Arjun : the freaky chess game v played @ 3 in the mornin wale...

Vipul : o kool...mail em to me abhi..i got time abhi..lots...vil edit it n utube it..

Arjun : sry..cant...m ill..

Vipul : wtf...u totally normal be..stop acting n send em abi...

Arjun : u need to understand and look outside ur self interest..if ur demand would have been some life saving stuff then i would have made some effort but im fucking ill !

Vipul : go fcuk urself..i ws jst askin for something as small as a vid..not for a fucking lecture..fuk u..!

Arjun : HBO laga..spiderman-3 aa rahi hai...

Vipul : ok done..kal shaam ko 7 baje..

Arjun : i know..those basketball shoes v saw@khan v awesum...yer rite..i shud get em 2moro..

Vipul : i know...truee...india sucks @olympics..