Don't you ever talk shit about Coldplay. It'll be your last day on earth. Huge Arctic Monkeys fan here. Crazy Inception fan. Don't you ever say that cartoons and anime are only for kids. I read a lot, I game a lot, I play a lot, I'm a movie buff, I listen to music 24/7. So WHAT? I have messy hair, what's it to you?

Saturday, March 19, 2011


It was a full moon day. I went to the terrace and was welcomed by a cool breeze. I rarely come to the terrace, and I dont remember the last time I came up here at night. I stood there, just admiring the moon. The bright moon casted its light upon the dark night. I looked closely and saw a light ring surrounding it. Beautiful.

I stood there for about 15 minutes, then decided to go back home. But when I got to the ground floor, I was greeted by a power cut this time. Not knowing what to do at home, I grabbed guitar and went outside.

Apart from the moonlight, there was total darkness. The moon lit the entire society. I could see a few people in the open courtyard. Old folks mostly in a group chatting, laughing at each othere's stories. I could see little children along with their siblings and parents, who came out here just like me, not doing what to do at home. I went near the garden area, there was nobody around. I could see a bench near the slides and swings separated into two parts. One part was lit by the moonlight, and the other wasnt. Not knowing why, I sat on the part where it was dark, and started playing my guitar.

I first started playing Yellow by Coldplay, because the sky was also filled with stars. After Yellow, I started playing The Scientist by Coldplay again. Right before finishing the song, I could feel someone besides me. I finished playing the song, and immediately heard an applause.
"Wow!! Amazing!" A girl's voice.
I turned around, but I couldnt see her face properly.
"You play the guitar really well."
There was something in her voice, I liked. I could make out her face now. I hadnt seen here before in my society.
"Thanks." I said. "I actually didnt notice you behind me. How long have been you standing?"
"Since you started playing Yellow. I heard your guitar from the courtyard."
"Oh, ok." I said with a smile. "Are you a Coldplay fan?"
"Yes, I sure am! Hard to find Coldplay fans here, right?"
"Definitely!" I said with excitement.
"Uh...hey why dont you sit down." I said.
"Uh, alright. Sure." She sat besides me. On the part where the moonlight shone.
I could finally see her face. My heart skipped a beat. Her eyes glowed brightly. She was very pretty.
"I, uh...I havent seen you here before."
"Nor have I" she said, with a laugh.
Her laugh.
"I..I...well, I dont actually come out often. I mean I do, but not here. The garden side."
"Well, then I guess, you havent seen many other people in the society as well."
"I guess." I said awkwardly.

After that, we started discussing about Coldplay, our favorite songs, our favorite bands. We were having a good time.
A moment came where we did not speak anything. We sat there awkwardly.
"Hey, do you know how to play A Message?" she said.
"Um, yes, I do."
"Can you play it? Can you play it?"
"Sure, I havent practiced it very much. I hope you like it."
I played the song. I was sitting on the dark side, and she on the moonlight part looking at me playing the guitar, smiling as her eyes glowed. She applauded again after I finished it.
"You're amazing!!!"
"Thanks" I said with a smile. "I normally play my guitar at home. I have rarely played it in front of my friends. So I get nervous sometimes." I started touching my hair. WHY? I cursed myself.

The lights came again. The courtyard lit up because of the lights, but the garden was still dark.
"Finally!" we both said aloud together.
We looked at each other and started laughing.
"I didnt catch your name" she said.
I said my name, and she told her's.
"Boy, I'm glad I met you!" she said with a smile.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

The Ghost Who Wanted A Picture

A simple, somewhat weird and a different story I thought of one day. Tell me how it is. And I have written this story in a new narrative style.

The Ghost Who Wanted A Picture

Mark, a local photographer was living in a busy metropolis. Interested in people, he took pictures of kids and teenagers going to schools, family going on vacations, men and women carrying hurrying around in the city carrying briefcases, old couples holding hands and walking down the streets, enjoying their retired life, during the day. And drunken couples hanging out at the bars, men outside strip clubs, and gang members doing their own business during the night. He was making a living by taking photographs of people for years, but never before had he come across a certain person—a certain spirit perhaps, who wanted his own picture to be taken.

One night, Mark was following people taking photographs of people outside a local Pablo’s Bar. (All You Could Drink was its cheesy punch line) After taking a satisfactory number of pictures, he decided to call it a day. But a peculiar man caught his interest. He was a man who had a strange look on his face, and was carrying a big black plastic bag. Mark, immediately got his hands on his camera, and started following him. He was not ‘stalking’ him, but was only following him, because it was his job to take photographs of people. He followed the strange man across the street and a few blocks. The strange man walked taking long strides around looked around cautiously every time. So Mark had to stop once in a while before following him again. The strange man finally stopped near a dark alley. Perfect shot, Mark thought. But the strange man rushed inside a small shop besides the alley and closed the door shut behind him. Missed, Mark sighed. He looked at the boarding of the shop, but it was not a shop, it was a small company. Wilson’s Baking Company. (We make. We bake. We deliver; was its cheap punch line.) Mark thought what the strange man was carrying. He didn’t have a clue what it was, but it was none of his business anyway.

He looked around the alley. There was an old scooter besides Wilson’s and a cycle besides that. There was a stinking dumpster on one side and an out of business pawn shop (Mark couldn’t make out the name of the shop owning to the darkness) near the end. Apart from that, there was nothing. It was a normal stinking dark alley.

Suddenly, Mark heard a loud noise, which according to him, sounded like ‘CLAM!’ He heard it again, near the dumpster. Then he felt a light cool breeze and when he saw the dumpster again, a white figure was floating above it. Mark tried to scream and run away, but the ghost quieted him down and said it was not here to possess him. The ghost introduced himself as Philip Florence. A poor man who had turned into a small time criminal stealing and tricking people to get some food for his survival. But he ultimately died of hunger. It was his dream to have someone take his picture, but it was never fulfilled. Therefore seeing Mark holding his camera tightly, the ghost asked him to take a picture. Mark found it had to believe because a ghost was actually having a conversation with him. He blinked several times and pinched himself before assuring himself that he was not dreaming. He decided to obey the ghost by taking his picture as he was scared to death and his feet would obey his brain. The ghost posed for the camera and Mark took his picture immediately. But he was right, the ghost didn’t appear in the picture—because simple it was a ghost.

He told the ghost that he couldn’t take his picture properly with great care. He then prepared himself for something worse to happen. But Philip just floated there, with his sad eyes. He said that he had waited years to have his picture taken but now it dream wouldn’t come true. Mark calmed himself down. The ghost was harmless; he thought and tried to reassure him. But the ghost ignored Mark and thought of a new plan. He asked Mark to sketch a picture of him instead. At least, he would be visible in the sketch and he could keep it and see it whenever he wanted to. Mark was speechless. He thought that the ghost had lost his mind and told him that he was a photographer and not an artist. The ghost ignored him again and said in clear words what he wanted. Mark thought about it and came up with his own plan. He had a condition. He told the spirit that he would sketch a picture only if he got something in return—money; and lots of it. The ghost agreed to this condition immediately—because simple it was ghost. He could do anything and in the case steal money without people knowing about it. Damn, I should have demanded for more, Mark thought and cursed himself and told the ghost that he would come tomorrow night.

The next night in the same alley besides the closed pawn shop, Mark came again but not alone. He came along with a professional artist. He had extreme difficulties to convince him to come here at the middle of the night. In the end, he had to pay him double the original amount he demanded. They waited in the dark alley. Hours passed and Mark got frustrated calling the ghost. The artist couldn’t take it anymore and cursed Mark. He called him a psycho, and went away in spite of Mark calling him again and again. At that moment, the ghost appeared. Mark was devastated and asked why he didn’t appear. The ghost replied by saying that he had asked him to sketch a picture for him and not someone else. Mark argued and told that he was not an artist again. But the ignorant ghost asked him to come again the next night with a sketch board and scared him by saying that if he didn’t, he would possess him. Cursing himself for underestimating the ghost, Mark went away.

The next night, Mark saw a man with dark glasses besides Wilson’s talking in his cell silently. The man with the dark glasses totally ignored him and Mark rushed to the end of the alley with his sketch board. Mark wondered who the man was, and why he didn’t ask him anything. Must have been a nut from the bar, he thought. This time the ghost appeared in time. Mark got to work and Philip sat on the dumpster and posed for the sketch. Mark hoped his ninth grade drawing lessons would help him here. It took him 4 hours to finish the sketch according to the ghost’s demands. It was a horrible sketch, according to Mark, but the ghost was pretty much happy with it. But before the ghost could get hold of the sketch board, Mark asked for the money. The ghost thought for a while and saw the man with the glasses at the end of the alley. He was not alone this time and his body was covered in blood. Along with him there was a strange man whose hands were cuffed. Mark shouted at the ghost and followed him. The ghost pulled out the wallet of the man with the dark glasses and threw it to Mark and disappeared. The man with the dark glasses froze for a moment as he felt a cool breeze and went for his pocket. Then he saw Mark, with his wallet. He pulled out his gun and ordered Mark to put his hands up.

Meanwhile, the ghost happy that he got a picture of himself went back besides the pawn shop, took the sketch and floated away in peace leaving Mark who had a hard time convincing the man with the dark glasses that he wasn’t a thief.


Saturday, March 5, 2011

It is Time! or Is it Time? What IS THE TIME??

Am I ready?
Yes, I am.
No, I'm not.
I think I am.
No, I think I'm not.
Stop being so negative.
Stop being so POSITIVE!!
In life you should be optimistic!! Why are you a pessimist?
Am I a pessimist? :O
No :O
NO REALLY, I'm not!! :O
I, for God's sake, dont like depressed people at all!!!
I'm optimistic :D
OMG!!! WHAT AM I DOING?!!!? Coming back to the topic.
What do I say?
How do I say?
Any ideas?
You have ANY idea what I'm talking about?
No, then get an idea ( :D )
Anyway, back to topic, I still dont know why I'm feeling like this.
I dont know, maybe it's time.
Maybe I AM ready.
But I dont know.
What will happen if I say it?
But first of all, WHEN will I say it?
What will be the reaction when I say it?
I dont know >_>
That's why I'm thinking.
What am I thinking?
Can I give you any clue?
Find a blue paw print.
We'll play Blue's Clues.
"Cause it's Blues Clues...it's Blues Clues. We gotta find blue paw print, thats your first clue, and we put it in our notebook...!!"
You dont know who Blue is? :O Not even Steve and Magenta? YOU DONT KNOW STEVE?? With the green stripes t-shirt? Get outta here!!!
Coming BACK to the topic,.
I think its not the time.
I've gotta wait.
WAIT! OMG! I'm being observed.
I THINK I'm being observed.
Oh..no. Phew. Me and my "imaginations".
I gotta see what will happen.
See if I still likey likey or not.
Till then, I'll wait.
Likey Likey what?
It's not a bears snout.
No, it's not the gum Spout.
Then, what ARE you talking about?
Still dont have a clue? Then it means you havent found the paw print. C'mon, the show is only 22 minutes. You're wasting time. KIDDIUP!!!
Coming back to the topic.
It's a secret :D
Is it really a secret?
I guess you're getting a mood swing!
I just HATE people who have mood swings every time (Note: If you know me, then this IS a FACT. Yeah yeah, they will say you dont understand my situation bla bla bla bla...but I dont care. I dont like people who say "You wont understand bla bla bla)
Now, that was a big note.
Nothing wrong in stating facts right?
Are you asleep?
Wake up.
Wake up.
Oh, finally. Phew. I thought...I thought... :'(
Now, I wont tell my secret.
Which reminds me,
Coming back to the topic.
The secret WAS the topic right?
No it wasnt.
Yes, it was.
I think it wasnt.
I think it was.
*gets scared*
OMG! Ok, you win pal. *runs away*

Wait, what was this blog about again? O.o

Thursday, March 3, 2011

The King of Limbs

The new Radiohead album finally released a week back. The King of Limbs (their eight studio album) And I've gotta say, OMG! It's wonderful.

First song, I heard was Lotus Flower. Immediately loved it, when I saw Thom Yorke dancing :D

But my favorite from the whole album has gotta be Give up the Ghost and Separator.

Give up the Ghost. Listen to this song at night time. For the first time, I literally got transported to another world. I felt like I was in a dark world, a dark forest during night time, besides a river, and after every few strums of the guitar, I could feel the little ripples of water. And I could even feel leaves falling over my shoulder.
Beautiful music.

Separator. The lyrics goes like this, It's like I'm falling out of bed. From a long, weary dream. But when listening to the song, you actually feel like you're in a dream. I felt like I'm drifting somewhere in space.

Go Radiohead!!!