Say'd See'd

Justified in Justification

2009-01-04T11:10:00.000+05:30

I need to be spending this time studying. But, I'm here. So, 'cause I'm here I might as well type in.

Have you ever noticed that, "Everyone thinks that what they Do is Right always"
Even if they know it's Wrong, it's Right. Even Wrong is Right.
They surround all their justifications to suit what they Think is Right.
And, what they think is always Right.
All their justifications spring from that. They Go around that, They Go to amazing lengths to prove their justifications.
Like, Justifying our Justifications for our next Justification.

Save a Muse for Me

2009-01-02T18:47:00.000+05:30

Am I gonna use up all my muse, all that I've to say, here?
Don't I fear over exhaustion of brain cells cramming thoughts into narrow blogspaces.
More than that, the throats are too many for the voice I've.
More blogs to speak out.

I guess, I'm into the principle,
"Ah wait, there'll be more where this came from"

Something else.
You don't always need a muse to write something good.

Full Thought'le

2009-01-01T21:47:00.000+05:30

I think, therefore I'm.
I'm, therefore I think.

I'm not.
I just think, I'm.

Contradicting myself, is a way I while away time with. Otherwise, I'm a normal guy living his normal life always content always complacent, with the way things are. Otherwise, I'd be thoughtless. Not thoughtless, literally but, somewhat metaphorically. Thoughtless, as in why things change. Otherwise I'm happy the way I'm.

It's no greed. It's me! It's the metamorphosis I live.
I've never been satisfied, with at least the stuff I really care about - writing... et cetera. You're always looking for more. Grabbing your thought processes into focus - Focusing more creative dimensions into brevity.

I realized something: I don't like people agreeing with me. I like to be disagreed with.
If I'm talking with someone and, I'm not disagreed with, I'd rather be talking to myself.

Sh*t has to wait

2008-05-06T18:19:00.000+05:30

Waiting without anticipating why you are doing that is a different story. Everything sometimes has to run its course to get to where it is!

Disrupting the journey midway can cause havoc and the process may run amok. No pun indented.

However, for matters solely for the satisfaction of an occasional passer-by, life is full of surprises and sh*t-formation to put it crudely is absolutely an intricate process as are so many bodily function and they can often be the miracle stuff they are assigned and famed about, with much fanfare.

In a nutshell, even a fart-noise has its place in society.

What is new?

2008-05-06T17:45:00.000+05:30

So asked my dear friend, I had to give in. I said, "Everything!"

Why is everything so new?

I think I am in the constant process of switching perspectives, more quite of the “being in another person’s shoes” genre. So, here I am thinking a different thought, en route a different direction.

What changes me?

Again, I would have to go with “Everything.”

I am subject to everything around me, if I can. I let them rub off on me and if the change is good, I keep them, if not, and then there is a new day to look forward to.

I hope that new day would soon come by, because it has to!

Still standing ...

2008-02-22T09:11:00.000+05:30

Shotguns being fired.

No one got hurt.

I'm still standing.

Have I failed?

2008-02-19T06:44:00.000+05:30

This question has been nagging me.
Day and night. Night and Day.
Dawn to Dusk. And, back.
As, Chronicula famously asked ...

I feel pathetic ...

2008-02-18T06:24:00.000+05:30

I think the only option out of this, would be death.

Which is, by the way ... only a matter of when ...

Hangover Hangs On

2008-02-17T06:27:00.000+05:30

An overdose of Paracetamol.
An aura hangs over my head - I can't even think properly.
Nausea. Headache. Intermittent hallucinations.

Funny thing is that I don't want it to go away.
I overdosed on pills for no reason.
So, I want the thing to stay!

Trying out New Things

2008-02-16T14:40:00.000+05:30

When you begin on new ground, like you trying out a new thing, like me at blogging, you're on your own, and because you don't have any prejudices of any kind, you can do anything.

You're not limited to certain topics or ideas, like when you begin to have a maturity, in the field you're in.

Writing On

2007-07-05T19:53:00.000+05:30

I'm writing more these days.
With, and Without inspiration.
I need to go on ...

Looking into Within

2007-04-27T20:19:00.000+05:30

I've turned a loner.

Back In Biz

2007-03-30T08:19:00.000+05:30

As, I'm writing this I've no idea what I'm about to write next.

I'll let it flow. Has this become something akin to something spiritual?

I've sweat trailing my face ... and, music in my ears.

Uriguthae Marukithae ...

I just returned from the Gym.

I've lots to write. I'll return to keep my promises.

Get Inspired!

2007-02-08T05:45:00.000+05:30

Every day is different.
Every breath too.

Each of us, an individual.
Not good, in a thing or two, but tremendously talented in something else.

Each of us, has got a superhero in us.

Look within.
Look, out for things.

Unleash the superhero!

"You know what the scariest thing is? To not know your place in this world. "
- Elijah Price, Unbreakable (2000)

Another Door

2007-01-12T11:05:00.000+05:30

“When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.”

Alexander Graham Bell (Scottish born American Inventor and Educator, best known for the invention of the telephone in 1876. 1847-1922)

So true!

Clustered Beauty

2007-01-11T07:59:00.000+05:30

This blog's special for me.
Reason one, is that not many people know that I blog here.
Only the special ones do! That makes it double special.

Reason two.
Even 'almost nothing' makes sense here.
I can write meanings into nothings.

Have you ever noticed the beauty of clustering a cluster of disoriented thoughts?
Yeah?
Then you've been into my blogs too much.
Step aside for a while and return. He hee.

Ah, Well!

2007-01-04T08:39:00.000+05:30

Getting ready for the NA exam, today.
Just a few hours to go.

Maybe I'll get lucky.

If ... if only, there would be enough creative juice left in my cranium for some beat-around-the-bushes.

Lucked!

2006-12-19T18:34:00.000+05:30

We make rules.
We break them to make new rules.

The stupid ones sometimes from brilliantly moronic spark of some lateral foolish thinking, try to negotiate breaking a rule to try breaking a bone.

The stupid ones like me.

Guess, I was lucky this time.

Wistful Fistful

2006-12-17T23:29:00.000+05:30

Movies can never make me cry. Of course, they can touch me, they can move me.
But they can never move me to tears.

But sometimes, the silliest of things spoken in the silliest of ways can. Though, it never originally intended to poke me at certain paincell, I can go awkwardly sentimental.
Nothing like emotional frenzy, but almost contouring it.

I maybe whackoier than I think.
Much more, maybe much much more ...

A fistful of sad hope.

Nothing Something Everything

2006-12-11T08:44:00.000+05:30

Forgot about this yesterday. Slept with SSD text in hand.

Now, I'm taking a break from taking breaks. From poring my neck over the drab text.
Where did I get this obnoxious optimism from?

Onnum ariyillenkilum ...

Have to wait and see, if my skills at making up things work this time around.
Hiding absolute Nothing within seemingly Everything.

The breakfast was sort of heavy, and I'm sort of drowsy.

The Exam and Me are just a few hours apart.

spit spat shit shat

2006-12-07T18:57:00.000+05:30

Some of the thoughts that passed my mind, when I started this blog was,
'Should I resist my 'serious' posts to my other blog?'
Then, I thought it over! I just will put down my thoughts, as and when they occur to me.
No rewriting or revising. Just thoughts first hand!
Just the mind, locked in a sort of creative spiritual shitting.

Risking so many things, I pour my heart out.
This is my Dark Alley.
There's no guarantee Things I do here aren't Gross - capital G'd.

I'd keep changing writing styles, ...how I connect my thoughts, and how much my thoughts would connect with yours. So, you can read my blog or not.
I'm Not At Your Mercy. I don't care, if I'm not a read blogger.

Maybe, here I write, as a communication with the self.
Losing yourself within yourself.
Maybe, it's me, doing my share ghostly talks.

Defining me may take volumes of books and my life may still be less documented and more lacking in what goes in my head. Rest assured, I'd not like something I write looking like a technical manual unless, I'm working and I'm working as a Technical Writer of some kind.

...More than ever, for a while now, I've been feeling the urge to write.
And, writing I need to.

Exams 'morrow ...

2006-12-06T18:48:00.000+05:30

Yeah, got one tomorrow too. But, don't know (don't know what?) ... and, I'm sitting here, listening to an old Baburaj song. It plays on.

Some of you might me wondering, what's with this guy? He's got numerous other blogs, but still another? It's just that I'm so much fascinated by this name, 'monsoonr'.
And, I'm in writingmood. The song plays on. So -

Bro, and Dad are home. Dad, "Enthonnnu ithu? ... Oru pushpam maathram?"
I change the song.

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nogoder

2006-08-05T09:42:00.000+05:30

I'm reading someone's blog. This word pops into my head.
It stays there for a while. Decides not to go away soon.
I decide to do something with it.

Why a new word when you can be well and good ol' ones.
Why do people make babies?
That's why!

Will be back, ... awaiting the next creative Hemorrhage.

Taking the Plunge!

2006-02-16T10:20:00.000+05:30

This would be my first real post. I've been around for a while. Taking in my piece of the vast Blogosphere, in sizable bits, occasionally, but today ... as it'd seem, I was taken over by this spirit that I couldn't defeat. I decided to have a blog for myself.

Mine would be one in a gazillion blog, among the ones that prop up everyday. This blog, would be different, )I'd make a promise here and I've decided to keep it anyway) because here, I'd be telling my story. My story in my own special way.

Here's My Story.

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Writing On ...

2006-01-03T07:09:00.000+05:30

Was all sleepy yesterday. So, I couldn't post this yesterday.
It's not like I've set aside, something everyday to post here.
But, I do feel the need. I do feel the need to write, almost at unexpected times.
I'm an absolute nutter sometimes, if not always.
Depends on which end of the spectrum you're looking from.
Even as I type in, I'm aimless. I don't know what I'm going to type next.
I leave that to intuition.