Crystal Clear

It should be read whenever confusion erupts. Everything will be clear, crystal clear. Remember the word. "Crystal Clear".


1: Oh, man. You made friends with them. See, friendship is the booze they feed you ...to get you drunk and feel like you belong.
2: Well, it was fun.
1: Because they make you feel cool. Hey, I met you. You are not cool.
2: I know. Even when I thought I was, I knew I wasn't.
1: Because we are uncool. While women will always be a problem for guys like us, most of the great art in the world is about that very problem. Good-looking people, they got no spine. Their art never lasts. They get the girls, but we're smarter.
2: Yeah, I can really see that now.
1: Because great art is about guilt and longing and love disguised as sex, and sex disguised as love. Hey, let's face it, you got a big head start.
2: I'm glad you were home.
1: I'm always home. I'm uncool. The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you're uncool.

Crushes don't last for six years. Do they?? Somebody disagrees with me upon that. So sad for everyone.

Being Cynic.

Strangers are always bad. They can't be good because if they are, they're not strangers. The reverse is equally true. I have someone living inside me and he's a total stranger. I never want to face him, he's a real jerk. Anyways, no matter how unwelcome his presence maybe, his manners are not that good to hold him off, he always pops his head up and now is asking a very unpleasant question. When, how, what and where did it went wrong???
I used to be quite good at psychology. I was able to explain things around me and their reasons. Is it that I've lost it or are they really not that bad?? I need to revise my concepts.
Anyways, be anything in your life but never ever try being a diplomat. It fucks you. Big time. I guess that answers your question buddy!

Lauta Do

Mera Kuchh Saamaan Tumhare paas pada hai
Saawan ke kuchh bheege bheege din rakhe hain
Aur mere ik khat mien lipti raat padi hai
Wo raat bujha do mera wo saamaan lauta do

Its Cold in July.

Walking alone on empty roads in dark nights has always been a refreshing experience. It gives you time to get closer to yourself. To know certain things about you that are important only for you in this world. To give yourself time for dreams that have always been trying to take shape, sitting alone in some corner of your heart, trying to get a way to your mind. Just to think of those dreams, just to loose the shackles of your mind, that you impose on yourself for some strange reason even you don't know, its something very close to heavens for me. But nowadays there are more nightmares then dreams.

Just when you go deep down in your reverie, with a good dream, muttering words to yourself, talking to someone who is not walking by your side, unaware of this selfish world and their cruel methods of life. Then suddenly you know this isn't going to happen in this life. Suddenly you feel the most lonely person of the world. The dream is gone to pieces and you stand there shattered, terrified. Suddenly you start to feel the cold outside. The only cold that hurts me. The only cold that I hate. The only cold that can't be stopped by human inventions. The only cold that is prevalent the whole twelve months of the year. The only cold that can destroy you. The chill is killing. Nowadays, it kills so often and so cruelly that I'm just afraid to talk about it.

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Does life ask too much from us or its the other way round?