are you....are you....are you....

are u a one of me or u are a fuckin mob it hardly matters for me watever u are. somebody started writting from the age of 17 when he was basketball player and one fine day he realizes he is a fuckin slave of some junk so watever he wrote was poetry for this insane world and this is the same fuckin world who denies him and said we cannot accept you the way u are and he potrated himself in a different way publishes all his written stuff and that hits teh market as a chartbuster or blockbuster watever u say for him they are teh magical words that he felt he should write and are your basketball diaries this happened a long back with a guy called jim collins in new york and is anybody out here has any ideas wat they call a french fry in holland and if u know u are not a honcho or u are not something out of this world. if u know something but not wat u say u are, and when u say u are and not wat u mean, and u mean something that u don't believe, and u do something that u believe, and not wat they believe, and like this the chain goes on and on and on everything remains as untouched as it was never been there and when u see to it as a first born unicorn and find out its a hardcore soft porn life seems like a fuckin bitch whom u can fuck hard to make it follow u or if u leave it, it will fuck u.when I sit in darkness thinking and floating in my illusions I see how beautiful is everything that I did and how ugly are the people around but that gives me a kick or high and then going to achieve and enjoy it I, again find something which I knew it from the begining and I always ignored is that it is all because of me and the people around me who did it but claiming and doing it my way is not art it is a street cheat of a kleptomaniac. I tend to be something when I am nothing and my minds wants to explod but the materiality and teh reality of this shity world which is the most beautiful and unexplored piece of shit ...if I think I have explored every bit of it and nothing is left untouched and I go and run away from the fuckin piece of my own shit I hate to touch it, when it is apart of my system and claiming that I am not a part of system, we are the superior of all the living being and talking about things which are not of this world without knowing wat are u searching for is within you and the journey you are on is about to end with u and it was started by you with you as an part of it and ends with everyrthing in it... if u say something which u feel is right and some honcho comes and make u understand the dark side of the moon and u run behind achieving it and that is the serach of darkness with a lamp in your hand , is it possible for an individual to achieve it, is it possible for any group or nay community or any sect or any fuckin damm piece of shit to know it all and stil knowing nothing. knowing and remembering to know is a fuckin memory and knowing not to remember and still searching and trying to remember is unforgiven....chasing the reality with an idea of illusion and still achieving it for the sake of saying that i achieved the reality of illusion is fooling who other than you, are you.. are you...are you... are you fucking still scratching ur head or u have lost it on the way......the way to achieve and the way to get wat u want and not wat u need ... its a trip to pain without ur mate without ur soul without ur heart without ur mind and i love tripping on it as it is a trip wherein i am u ... are you... are you... are you....
cheers!!!!

INSANE ALIEN

####ToBaCcO####

TOBACCO kills the brain,
DIMS the sight,
IMPAIR the smell
HURTS the stomach,
DISTURBS the humors and spirits,
CORRUPTS the breath
TREMBLES the limbs,
DRIES the windpipe
lungs and liver,
BURN the heart and
ADJUSTS the blood

Can't we survive without it ?

If we can, then why do we have an urge for it?

Cheers!!!!

WHAT IS IT????

Is it your voice or Is it your silence …..
Miles away from me, but still you are the nearest,
So soft is your speech, to me it sounds the loudest.

Is it your appearance or Is it your intelligence….
Every word you speak, means to me a lot,
Each time you see me, makes me feel I am lost.

Is it your boldness or is it your innocence…
I am part of the mob, yet I feel lonely in it.
With you around, I feel like I am at the summit.

What is it... !, that makes my life worth living?
Why do I feel so light, as though I am flying, freely flying?

WHAT IS IT?

choice is yours

Choose life . choose a job. choose a career. choose a family. choose a fuckin big television.
choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin opener.
choose a good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance.
choose fixed interest ,mortgage repayments.choose a starter home.
choose your friends. choose leisurewear and matching luggage.
choose a three piece suite n hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a saturday morning.
choose sitting on a couch watching mind numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home,nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up rats you spawned to replace yourself.
choose your future.
choose life and i chose not to choose life and the reasons ... there are no reason.....!!!!

"WORDS OF ALLANIS, SCARLET STONE OR SHINNING STAR"

Saying Goodbye

Lessons Learnt This Week
Laughter: Dies... Cry a bit and stand up again...
Fate: The most damning F-word...
Destiny: An answer to all questions... (for losers...)
Feelings: Baggage that makes life more difficult...
Trust: Is a Knife one thrusts in one' s own back...
Hurt: The recurring pain arising out of the continuous presence of that Knife...
Love and Pain: The biggest Truth that always comes in a pair... Take one get one free...
Loss: Reality check...
Life: The collection of memories that one holds which give Pain and relief in turns.... And one keeps making those memories every Fuckin second...
What goes up comes down... And the fall can be Disastrous.... One keeps repeating the same mistakes... Thus the disillusionment... Thus the sorrow...
Yet one lives... Tries to live... Meeting people and sharing... Laughing... Surrendering control to Fate and Destiny... Feeling happy and feeling low... Trusting and getting hurt... Loving and enduring Pain... Losing... Making fuckin memories... And enduring them when one says goodbye...
Guess thats life... and it goes own...

Excuse my Cynicism... One has sorrows and real life to deal with...

posted by MumstheWord at 8:47 AM Friday, May 12, 2006



Jack and Jill

Everyone remembers good old Jack and Jill... One can only imagine the extent of infectious optimism the two miserable souls were stung with that made them climb a hill to fetch water... The downer was the disaster that struck later. Not only were they unable to get what they wanted, they could not make it in one piece either... Jack crashed without his head intact and Jill never rose after her fall....Children' s tales and rhymes are littered with similar catastrophes... Poor Humpty Dumpty broke more than just his head after his great fall from the great wall... his head was his body and all the efforts of the gallant men of the King to put him together were wasted. The writers of such tales must have been unrepentant sadists, drinking others' sorrows and making little nursery rhymes about them that are sung in lilting tunes to permanently teach children the evil joys of revelling in others' miseries. Small wonder that the people are apathetic at best, blood sucking parasites at worst. Being cynical is being an escapist. One evades good hopes to avoid disappointments... Yours truly is a Diehard Cynic.... Therefore, yours truly has fears... Ha ha!!!

Lesson learnt this week....Wanna elevate yourself physically, learn Yoga...
Wanna elevate yourself mentally, get Brown Sugar...
Wanna elevate yourself emotionally, fall in love.....
..... But always remember... What goes up ALWAYS comes Down (it can even come crashing down, like our Little Jack).... The opposite does not always apply....
Therefore Enjoy while it lasts... but remember that it wont last forever....
Just like Humpty fell and never walked on his wall again...
And Jack and Jill dont climb hills for water anymore...

posted by MumstheWord at 11:03 PM Saturday, May 06, 2006

C for Clueless

The state of being confused and clueless is not something to boast about. It goes to show how one has allowed things to go out of control, how one has let Destiny shape things instead of shaping one's own Destiny. Small words with big Meanings? Or big words with absolutely no meaning... See what I mean when I say being confused and without a clue.
Everyday is a lesson about jokes with Irony... the ones that are funny only when they happen to the next person... How one laughs with relief and sadistic pleasure to see another's misery...!!
Oh!! The pleasures of being a Cynic and a Hopeless Pessimist!! How often is one proven correct.
A bundle of contradictions and chaos...Sense mingles with idiocy, wisdom with silliness, action with stillness...
Come.... Share my world... But promise you ll laugh at my jokes and agree with my beliefs.

posted by MumstheWord at 9:10 AM Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Time

She sat in her chair and wondered what she d like to do next. The week before had been a revelation... It showed her the extent to which she could stretch... Stretching her dreams and desires to turn them into a vague, tottering reality...a reality so volatile it could explode any minute or dissipate leaving behind the remains of shattered innocence, charred dreams and scarred emotions. Her little world of silly games was not hers, not little, not silly anymore. It was populated now. With real people with their own games and their own silliness. And she was the vortex of this emotional cyclone. What could be born next...what could break? Who would be responsible for the smiles and strife, fears and freedom?

What was right? Who could tell?

Would everything change again in another week? Another month or a year? Or was it a matter of days, hours, minutes... Sharing time, sharing smiles, sipping music, getting high...

She would wait and see. And know.

posted by MumstheWord at 8:32 AM Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Can we make Poverty HISTORY?

What we, from the well off class, listen from our bosses inculcates superiority in us and appreciation, of course, of no effort on our side that directly or indirectly persuades us to support status quo. That is the way, most of, if not, all, wannabe social reformer knuckle under common sense and that is how, i believe, inhumanity still continues even if it sensitizes most of us. What Nehru did and how Bhagat mustered courage become the mere pages of history, lying down on some corner, not only in book shelves, but also in our mind. Socialization in our family and colony is necessary for making persons social, but how it became very anti social is the hot matter of discussion. Mass media has refused to attempt to sensitize psyche of people, and, in some way, has slipped down as mass slave or populist masala. How Models look like, what latest designs are, why Priyanka is so hot are, nowadays, topics that befit mass psyche and that can fetch commercial gains. Who cares about the moral responsibility of journalism and media? I am wondering if "Family life and standard salary", combined together, is the REAL GOAL we are born to strive for. None seems interested in bringing other underprivileged people together and in bringing social antagonism to an end. No one wants to see alternative in which human creativity and humanity would weave social fabric. Everyone will be happy waiting for new Gandhi, but does not care for lending helping hand to disadvantageous populace. Being in touch with many good persons and interacting with them on various types of forums, who are willing to reform society by initiating social reforms in many dimensions gives the impression that we are willing to change. But I wonder if it works that way. Middle class, due to obsession of economic gain, lose their temperament as soon as they start relating their success- in terms of money and status- to those of their relatives and colleagues and that is how WANNABE social reformer dies everyday. WAKE UP! Youngsters! Guard your moral conscience and act something genuine keeping your social responsibility in mind.

INSANE ALIEN