Must. Update.

Have been away on a college trip to Udaipur. Frankly, the trip was a disappointment, maybe 'cause I expected so much more, and considering my last outing to Rajasthan [read: Jaipur and Ranthambore with my school] was beautiful to say the least. But nevertheless, hauled up with your college folks for a week can not be bad.


Also, I indulged in some candid photography in monochrome shades of my favourite people.
Some of my favourite images of the lot are here.

Also, must tell you about this visit, where we were taken to the office of Rajasthan's Dainik Bhaskar. Over there, they had a yellow room, which was used to print the sheets.
We grabbed a couple of photos there, and they looked so pretty in that light.

^That's me in the extreme left. God hasn't given me a pretty face. Whattodo?
Now, must leave.

Tristesse.

Grief.
That silently resides in every corner of her.
Smiles,
that she feigns thus,
to hide the reality,
to guard her vulnerable zest.
Frustration,
at having been misunderstood.
The thoughts flutter,
to those fleeting kisses,
that were the last remnants of
the only happy days.
Embraces of yore,
lead her on to forget,
the anger, the sadness,
but, for a momentary while.
Unless, the smiles cease to exist
yet again.
As she sighs into the emptiness,
she hugs herself tight,
protecting herself.
from the cold that resides in hearts.

Let There Be Light.

Everything's so blurry
and everyone's so fake
and everybody's empty
and everything is so messed up
pre-occupied without you
I cannot live at all
My whole world surrounds you
I stumble then I crawl




P. S. The images have been taken by me.
The words are lyrics of the song, Blurry, by Puddle of mud. :)

Not much.

When you see my life through your glasses of scrutiny, do you see any hints of perfection?
Maybe yes, maybe not.
And as I sit here, trying to state, in no uncertain terms, how hollow I feel inside of me, my words fail me, one more time.
I can't not talk as well as I did a few years back, anymore.
Its just been a gradual, downward spiraling progression, that just happened.

So, maybe, perhaps, I could just type with no pre-conceived notions of how this blog post shall be.
Yes, I have an empty feeling bothering my insides, and I absolutely do not like it.
Maybe its just how I feel for us, that brings about these tumultuous changes. How, in spite of the fact that we are annoyingly similar, we can be poles apart. How, you're the person I want to talk yet not want to talk to at the same time. How my emotions for you are as apparent and as real as heart-beats.
Damn. I've said enough.