Sayonara

Okay so I could finally spare some time to write this one. Just an adieu, about to leave in 30 mins. Luggage loaded in the car, so gotta have a little supper, and leave. Also class Xth Board result is scheduled to be announced in a couple of days. So good luck to all the Xthies, present XIthies. Have to rush, buh bye. Will write soon. Also keep a watch on Flickr, might upload pictures there, if I get time.

Steady as we go

Alright, so just a day more, and we’ll be flying all the way to London. Not so excited, but yeah, not so sad about it too. Since mom had this minor jaw surgery yesterday, I was compelled to do this little job today, couldn’t refuse her (rather couldn’t argue). Sick and tired I return from class, feed on some yummy food, get a new cool hair-cut, and then……and then ordered to shift my pc downstairs. However, there’s a reasonable logic behind it, we’ll be a month away, renovation just about to commence, so mom advised to shift it to the room downstairs, so as to keep it cool for long. So giving no more trouble to mom, I packed it up and here it is now. Its condition you can very well see in the image. Carpenter is responsible, not me. The table needs to be a bit modified, which will be done on return. Till then I’ll have to bear with the situation.

Originally uploaded by Sanjoli Jain.

Getting kinda bored, aah forgot to connect my speakers. Also have to study for tomorrow’s class. See you.

A Petition

Sounds of Dream

“Early to bed and early to rise makes a person healthy, wealthy, and wise.”

Really? For quite many days I’ve been tardy in hitting the bed, usually 2-3 before sunrise, but surprisingly arousing pretty early, usually 10 after sunrise. I know it isn’t so early, but for a person, who since childhood has been accustomed to be lost in the arms of Morpheus for atleast 10 hours per day, who keeps her eyes shut while the daily chores of the house are over, who is never able to bid a goodbye to her papa for she still slumbers; now gets to have breakfast with him. Wonderful! Not really.

The dreams that I get these days or atleast those which I could remember are totally weird. Initially, it used to be a huge, whopping girl of my class bugging me, haunting me. I haven’t known the girl much, but freakishly, I’ve developed a sort of terror regarding her. And for so many days, I’ve had scary conventions with her during the night hours. My friends had a great laugh listening to a couple of them.

Here is something recent, yesterday or day before, I was in this external galaxy, miles away from Milky Way, fighting some aliens, far more hideous than the naked Cutie Pie. All people around were having those magnificient devices which emit enormous amount of colossal light kinda thing, think about laser guns if you still don’t get the picture. There was this mammoth man (don’t know what to call) pitted against me and both our guns produced rhythmic sounds with both shooting alternatively.

I importunately shot at him but nothing happened to him. He was standing like a Trojan horse. I stopped shooting but still the metrical sound persisted. I was kinda stumped and shouted for help. He neared me but that rhythmic sound didn’t stop…
It persisted….
It persisted….
It persisted….
Suddenly I woke up and still the sound persisted…..
Moron, it is the beats of “Bleed it Out” ringing on my phone near the pillow, as a wake-up call. I was just so terrified that I senselessly would have hit the dressing mirror with it, but on time I realized, my phone’s just back after repair, have mercy.

Burning In Hell

“Maybe this world is some other planet’s hell.”
-Aldous Huxley

 

Today in the blistering, sweltering, flaming, roasting, scorching, intenser fervor of the vicious Sun, while I was loitering around in the central district of Delhi with a big circle with radial roads spreading in all directions (more like spokes on a wheel), Connaught Place if you still couldn’t guess it, I read this line in some showroom; perhaps Nike, Spykar, Levi’s, Rbk, Adidas, Van Heusen, Wills, Lee, Gas, Pepe…….all showrooms I visited, don’t know where I read. It did clasp my attention for I wished to set my foot on that planet. However, no regrets with life, but can someone help this heat. Man, its unbearable. Moment you step out of the car, you seem to have entered real hell.

I am barely dealing with the intense heat that seems to envelope me in a choking, thought amputating fog of blistered brain cells and sweat that seems to pour from every inch of my body. The winds instead of providing a cooling reprieve, feel like a blow dryer gusting against skin. Breezes that hit the face parch the lips and scorch my eyes and I have to continually blink to keep my contacts from shriveling up. The intensity of the heat tires the body and slows the brain and I become soporific unable to keep my eyes open.

What lovely lines!