I don't feel anything. Pinch me...Uh huh, nopes...still the same!!!
Everyone around me is so concerned about the recent happenings. Dudes are coming out with assortment of "Bon Ton" words to lament about our national security, non dudes are coming up with innovative "gaaliya" to curse the terrorists, gults are seen whispering something in between which terrorism and Mumbai crops up. All of them are grimmer than ever. But I am not.
Some are frustrated, some are angry, some are charged, some have taken vows to become IPS officers, some want to assault these bloody terrorists in public, some want God to intervene in the matter, many of them flashed a cool gtalk sm for some days, numerous posts are up on blog-o-sphere, zillions of words have been given tongue to. I am listening to Duma Dum Mast Kalandar, feeling nothing... VOID, BLANK. Don't mistake it for being helpless. I am feeling....oh, wait a minute,perhaps something......nopes, nothing. I am more concerned about my compre tomorrow. It's not like, I haven't tried. I added im@ibnalerts.com to my gtalk list, ran to tell my wingies and friends about the breaking news, made some condemnable faces, mutter a few striking words, made few "chchchch" sounds, only to come back to my room and feel nothing. Goddamn my nerve cells, when will you respond... I am an emo guy(refer Atin's blog). I am sentimental. Then why this void.
I am not feeling anything or I don't want to??? Compre, grades, Ali da pehla number, EGP, planning comission, not terrorism, not mumbai, Harivansh Rai Bachhan's poem-
Everyone around me is so concerned about the recent happenings. Dudes are coming out with assortment of "Bon Ton" words to lament about our national security, non dudes are coming up with innovative "gaaliya" to curse the terrorists, gults are seen whispering something in between which terrorism and Mumbai crops up. All of them are grimmer than ever. But I am not.
Some are frustrated, some are angry, some are charged, some have taken vows to become IPS officers, some want to assault these bloody terrorists in public, some want God to intervene in the matter, many of them flashed a cool gtalk sm for some days, numerous posts are up on blog-o-sphere, zillions of words have been given tongue to. I am listening to Duma Dum Mast Kalandar, feeling nothing... VOID, BLANK. Don't mistake it for being helpless. I am feeling....oh, wait a minute,perhaps something......nopes, nothing. I am more concerned about my compre tomorrow. It's not like, I haven't tried. I added im@ibnalerts.com to my gtalk list, ran to tell my wingies and friends about the breaking news, made some condemnable faces, mutter a few striking words, made few "chchchch" sounds, only to come back to my room and feel nothing. Goddamn my nerve cells, when will you respond... I am an emo guy(refer Atin's blog). I am sentimental. Then why this void.
I am not feeling anything or I don't want to??? Compre, grades, Ali da pehla number, EGP, planning comission, not terrorism, not mumbai, Harivansh Rai Bachhan's poem-
यह महान दृश्य है,
चल रहा मनुष्य है,
अश्रु, श्वेद, रक्त से,
लथपथ, लथपथ, लथपथ,
अग्निपथ, अग्निपथ, अग्निपथ......
चल रहा मनुष्य है,
अश्रु, श्वेद, रक्त से,
लथपथ, लथपथ, लथपथ,
अग्निपथ, अग्निपथ, अग्निपथ......
