Part rant,
part chant,
part thought,
part blot,
part dream,
part scream,
part acute,
part obtuse,
part singular,
part repeat,
that's just the beat!
Ok now that the on-the-spot crap poem contest is over, here it goes-
- If you are used to look at women everyday with their eyeliner-mascara combo on, without it, they look frazzled, sleepy, unwashed, undefined homo sapiens to you. I don't know what's good- the fact that I'm almost always looking at their eyes, or that I've started noticing absence of black?
- Exams here are like making your first boiled egg, you cook it as you go along. Whether I get exactly that or a delicacy to relish is something that I'll share in this very forum very soon.
- Silence does Wonders. Its just that cacophnies have some rhythm.
- People are so talented that they can make a dance drama out of a classroom desk and freestyle dance movements. You can just open your eyes to hear the music and extend your ear to feel the beat.
- I've stopped following most conversations people have around me. I'm getting deafer (my blog, my words) by the day.
- Photoshop for Dummies was written for me. Pity I still can't use it.
- A camera would do me a world of good. I'm hungrily eyeing a Nikon D 40X.
- Ab Dilli Door nahin!
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