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Dear , I hate to admit it. But I kind of miss you. It's a friendly 'miss you'. I know the difference. Also for the first time I wished like worshiping you. By worshiping I mean all of you. Like me wishing to thank God for making every bit of you. All of you. I will be honest. I looked at you before, at the countless pictures and in person but never felt strongly about it. This was the time when I first saw you. For the first time. When I drew you. In the meantime please check out this beautiful song that I heard. Happy weekend and happy drawing, singing or whatever you wish to do to liven up your life.Will call you Sunday evening ;) Sarthak

There are some people whom you know are odd. By odd I don't mean with 3 eyes or stuff like that, that is quite normal. I mean people who lead normal lives but one look at them and you know they are mass murderers, serial killers or compulsive sex offenders etc. The unsympathetic eyes, the I don't give a f attitude and the staying aloof - all give you the signals you need. When you see these things in a person, and also add to that the 1000 yard gaze they have , sitting alone, all busy to themselves. Of course they won't have friends or even anyone to talk to. Know why? You know why - because they are serial killers at a minimum, they have their dark passengers. They kill and feel nothing and the life that you see in front of your eyes is just a facade they put up to cover their darker side. Look at the guy on the extreme left in this image - that's the stare I am talking about. So we have a serial killer in our office. I wish I could give you his name but well

After a very long time I actually felt sick. I mean physically sick. Thursday I came from office and slept right away. On Friday dragged myself to office. Irritated Jofi and when she hit back I almost felt like frying. So anyway, she had her dance audition and dressed in fiery red. Yes I hate auditions, never attended them, even when I was a part of it. But anyway there I was - on time! It started with some solo singers - some good, most terrible. Somehow I regretted not being a part of it. Finally the group dance happened and boy oh boy, she danced like anything. I really felt proud. The guy who was her partner was superb too - all in all great chemistry and a stellar performance. I was burning by then, so as soon as it was over I left. In the bus got a call from Lali and got down and walked back to stand. She did an epic screw up with her superiors. So heard her story and after she got down I slept. Reached home and slept again but not before recording a few songs.

Yes the premonitions have returned. Remember the foreknowledge of bad things happening to people I care about/ or to me personally? The feeling of being lost, disturbed sleep at night, nightmares have all come back and I don’t like one bit of it. Under the circumstances this makes me wonder about the demons who supposedly left me about 3 years ago. Is this temporary or are these to stay again. Time will tell. That I may be running out of it is another matter altogether. Also a couple of things happened last week. Some were nice and some hurt, though I don't blame anyone. At office this friend of mine said that she sometimes worries if all the guys are like me. I was kinda taken aback - I knew what she meant. She was hoping that his boyfriend would not turn out like me. I reassured her saying that I am different, most guys are good. But it hurt like hell, the innocence and honesty with which she said that was like a grenade being lobbed under my chair. I somehow just control

“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.” This quote is from the movie 'One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest' .  If I were to sum you up in a few lines this would be the perfect description. You are this way – not good, not bad, nothing … but you.

This is what humankind has been striving for a long time. To live a life happily. This pursuit of happiness has led to many comics, books, poems, movies, debates etc in our lives and in the past. You must have read self help books, watched talk shows and done yoga. Here I will give you something new. Something that is out of the ordinary and yet it works pretty well for me. What have I got? I got Bonku. Who is Bonku? An imaginary figure who does everything wrong, in the most hilarious ways imaginable. Also you can pin all the blame on him easily. If there's a cyclone point the finger at Bonku. Someone hates you for no apparent reason? The reason is Bonku. Do not know a particular answer to a question? It's Bonku's fault. This is a completely meaningless picture and has no relevance to the topic at hand. Any attempt to find it will lead to failure and a complete waste of time. Thanks. :D For your convenience you can give a size and shape to Bonku. Over time he

Cher Jolie Fille, This is perhaps one medium you can read without anyone else snooping on you or catching you off guard. So here it goes. First thing's first - this story is completely and entirely real, so this might be a little long. Please take your time to read. It took me longer to write. When I was in college, I got pretty much thrown out of hostel in a week for a number of reasons. But that is not important. I stayed for the rest of the 4 years (almost) in a hired room near our college. I was very fortunate  to have a great guy to be my room-mate. He did become one of my best friends one of the few guy friends, I can safely say - Love him, without being gay. :D Just as you expect, I was pretty much like this then as well. I had flings - which I used to call nothing. I used to say - "Oh, this girl I am having something with? It's nothing". I appreciated beauty then as I do now. Of course I did not pursue all the pretty girls I saw. The girls I liked but n