Pillows

I am Vineet’s plagued cough. I reek of the weariness of life’s discrepancies; conflicting emotions and such. The things that make you grimace at your achievements and retrospect your influences. I remind you of that song which you have deleted from your iPod, for obvious reasons. The one which leaves a bitter taste in the mouth with the flood of memories it brings back. I conceal all positivity, make a mockery of happiness. I make you double-check whether you should be wearing that smile on your face.

I am Vineet’s heightened sense of displeasure. I am every decision in your life you wish you could take back. I am the look which messes up your chain of thought, makes you shuffle uneasily. I am the gesture of detachment, the one that makes you cut the call midway, even though you never like doing it. I am the No Entry sign on the doorstep, restricting your freedom, warning you of impending consequnces. I am the sound of balloons deflating, engines shutting down, crowds being silenced.

“I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.”

- The Beatles

Muffballs

Welcome to the future. Nothing's changed, really. Snow White is still missing, HTML is still a lost art, and the grass is STILL greener on the other side. Oh AND xkcd.com is still the shizz. But the whole being the change thing is NOT working, dude. I've tried. Seriously. But it is becoming close to impossible to convince people that chocolate is degenerating with mass consumerism. Ferrero Rocher has been and will be wrapped in neat little gold wrappers. And no one gives two shits about how it tastes. Not that it tastes bad. But it tastes the SAME.

Ciao. TC. Peace out.

Down That Road Again

I am reminded of the times when you used to make my heart skip a beat for all the wrong reasons. When your delicate intrusions seemed to tilt the balance of my meticulously laid out life. When the word 'us' implied the authority to tread all over each other's conscience. And I find myself having to reiterate over and over again.

I am content with the particular way my CDs are stacked. I am more than satisfied at having my shirt thrown over the chair. Or talking the way I talk. This tunnel of love has enough space for the both of us. We are more than one. I can't have you turning into another me. Just one was getting annoying as it is.

"And I don't know where I'll be tonight,
but I'll always tell you where I am."
- Dire Straits