I Want My Coffee To Be...

That will keep me going. Maybe a hug has the same effect as coffee...at least on me. The pain is not real though...a metaphysical form of pain perhaps. But if I had to describe it, I would say its almost like you hurt yourself when you were completely wasted and the pain is slowly and steadily relayed to your brain, the next day. But what truly bothers you is that you cant fathom how you bruised yourself and my finite mind cannot comprehend the reason for this restlessness. Oh, didn't I mention the definition of pain keeps changing. You don't have to look up the dictionary. It will always be the same there. Comfortably numb?
"Yes I would like it sweet and strong, thank you". They should have hugs on the menu card.That would be priceless.

Prove Me Wrong

I am convinced that a story can never be good unless there are conflicts. I am convinced that there is no such thing as a "selfless deed". I am convinced that it is not a good idea to avoid the pursuit of happiness. I am convinced that the cup of satisfaction will always be half empty. I am convinced that black and white come in many shades. I am convinced that religion is a problem and not the solution.I am convinced that the glossier the magazines are, the worse they'll make you feel. I am convinced that you can never watch a movie a hundred times. I am convinced that the road less travelled has magical potholes. I am convinced that whatever happens, happens for a reason and the reason is you. I am not convinced if somebody can prove me wrong...

My Perishable Love

It wasn't a joke...maybe an insightful comment. Certainly it was anything but funny. But it cracked me up. The laughter continued...reverberated...until the look on his face said that there was something wrong with me. I stopped instantly. Maybe I should have decelerated and let my laughter die its own natural death. Because it did seem abrupt.
Why wouldn't the chain of thoughts stop?Maybe something was wrong with me...since when had I started judging myself...let alone give a chance to the person sitting right across me to pass his verdict...pass his verdict?!It wasn't judgment day, too many thoughts...rushing...chasing...overlapping...wait...STOP!
It was just a nice day...with a nice guy...a pleasant conversation...
The conversation might not interest you but to satiate your curiosity I might summarise it as one which included a lot of monologues,dialogues,trialogues(the waiter did interrupt more than once), funnylogues, "i-am-impressed"logues...
The sweet thoughts lingered all day and the next and the next..I did complete my assignment though.. a half or rather a quarter- hearted attempt to jot down lines that did manage to make some sense when read from left to right...yeah, i would pass it as an assignment, at least with the name and roll number at the top. The pages would look so much more appealing with his picture in the background.

Thoughts are transient in nature...that picture of his for instance...over the next few days...my thoughts forced the neurons in my head to do a little bit of artistic photoshop-job on his picture...hey that's a neat new effect!! how come i never saw that on the toolbar?Let me try this...ah!good job,now that certainly accentuates his jawline...is it the tint or is he just fabulous?! A little bit of this and a little bit of that...

"Hey..let me tell you about this new guy I'm dating..."

Scratching my head...

Two instances when you feel like scratching your head:
1. When your head is infected with lice
2. When you are groping in the darkness that befalls the insides of your head to come up with ideas that matter

Its been a while since I've interacted with kids. At least there hasnt been a very close proximity or physical intimacy. My head isnt infected with lice.

So I am scratching my head to come up with ideas that vaguely/remotely/marginally impress my professors at college(suck up??...who me??!!). And we are marked and our entire mental capabilities are evaluated and judged on the basis of these "ideas". Namrata Patnaik is a mass communication student. And interestingly whatever I(and the rest of my batchmates) do...comes down to the basic prerequisite to make it big(or small)- IDEAS!

Now does scratching actually help??

Two instances when you ACTUALLY scratch your head when you dont have lice-
1. When you are thinking and trying to hold on to the fleeing thoughts that might later work out to be "workable" ideas
2.When there are no fleeing thoughts and you are exasperated at your sheer lack of creativity(at a certain point of time...a point of time when you have a deadline to come up with ideas)

There are no fleeing thoughts in my head right now. Therefore, I am scratching my head so that I start scratching my head for an entire different reason-to hold on to fleeing thoughts and come up with workable ideas.

Friends, the world needs better ideas...scratch on...