alienashu's Xanga

Moving on...

Tue, 26 Aug 2008 12:28:11 GMT

I am now here...

Adios !

Thu, 14 Aug 2008 08:59:17 GMT

Hey Xanga,
You were always there to listen to my unstoppable rant, give me a shoulder when I needed and the perfect medium to express my joys. Sadly, we all change with time. People meet and then go away.
Thank you for giving me some of my life's best moments but we shall part now.
I'll now try to express my thoughts somewhere else.

Have fun,
--
Alien

Dying thoughts of a deceased mind...

Mon, 04 Aug 2008 03:04:33 GMT

Ignorance is bliss,
they say my friend.
For a thinking mind,
the sufferings never end.

The world is absurd,
that I know.
Then why can't I
just let it go.

At times I'm suicidal,
at times I'm chill.
"I'm so confused",
says Nihil.

Monday, July 28, 2008

Mon, 28 Jul 2008 08:13:44 GMT

Here I stand head in hand
Turn my face to the wall
If she's gone I can't go on
Feelin' two-foot small

Everywhere people stare
Each and every day
I can see them laugh at me
And I hear them say

Hey you've got to hide your love away
Hey you've got to hide your love away

How can I even try
I can never win
Hearing them, seeing them
In the state I'm in

How could she say to me
Love will find a way
Gather round all you clowns
Let me hear you say

Hey you've got to hide your love away
Hey you've got to hide your love away
--
The Beatles
Disclaimer: The poetry above, doesn't reflect my state of mind.

And the show is over...

Wed, 09 Jul 2008 07:19:24 GMT

You don’t want me anymore but still want me to want you.

The loosely hanging bridge to the past has now been burnt forever.

There is nothing like a back up option any more.

Nihilism kicks back...

Wed, 25 Jun 2008 04:42:08 GMT

...The man had killed the thing he loved
  And so he had to die.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves
  By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
  Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
  The brave man with a sword!

Some kill their love when they are young,
  And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
  Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
  The dead so soon grow cold.

Some love too little, some too long,
  Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
  And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
  Yet each man does not die...

Excerpt from "The Ballad of Reading Gaol"

Oscar Wilde

The author has been my favorite because he followed the golden rule: “Art is a tool to express, not impress”. I recently heard these words (or something like it) from a new friend who mentioned them in the context of writing and I generalized it to all forms of art.

Also would like to mention about this play called ‘Jazz’ that I saw about a month back at Prithvi. It reminded me of ‘Nuovo Cinema Paradiso’. Great piece of art. I am hoping to soon watch it again. And one more thing, I was hoping initially to go there with you.

Friday, June 20, 2008

Fri, 20 Jun 2008 05:23:37 GMT

Dil ke chhalon ko koi shayri kahe to gam nahi hota,
taklif to tab hoti hai jab koi ‘wah wah’ karta hai!

Apne hisse ki zindagi to hum ji liye 'chunni babu' ab to bas dhadkanon ka lihaaz karte hain,
Par kya kahein is zamaane walon ko jo akhiri saans par bhi aitraaz karte hain.

--
Devdas

Zindagi ke aaine ko tod do, ismein kuchh bhi nazar ata nahin....

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Wed, 18 Jun 2008 03:38:07 GMT

Have you ever faced a situation when something is so close to you and yet you cannot have it?
How do you deal with such a situation?
Is it a good option to delude yourself into believing that that particular thing doesn't exist?
Just like a diabetic left with his favorite sweet. S/he can see, touch but cannot taste.
Though in this case, it is more like that the diabetic person must not have it rather than not being able to have it.

Well, I suppose, it's quite tough.

Anyway, last weekend, I planned to go for a backpacking trip alone, but my office team got excited hearing my plans and joined me. So instead of enjoying my solitude, I ended up picnicking with a big group at Matheran. Well, the nature sure has the power of making you understand your triviality. I have always realized how impossible it is to get bothered by our day-to-day problems when you are on top of a hill, amidst the clouds, getting drenched in the rain.
Except for tolerating a few assholes in the team, the hike was great.

Thanks Sahyadris.

Metamorphosis

Tue, 10 Jun 2008 06:13:57 GMT

Have you ever been metamorphosed? Without knowing how the change is going to be. Without knowing if you will be able to cope up with your new self. Unsure, if you should let this change happen or not. Can you still stop it from happening or is it already too late? Besides, will it be better this way or that way?

Too many question which now I will have to answer alone.

Nostalgia is killing but I suppose, I’ll have to face it.

Tip1: Everything is an illusion.

Tip2: Cigarette addiction is better than person addiction.

Please suggest some backpacking ideas?

Mon, 09 Jun 2008 07:40:56 GMT

To all backpackers!
Any suggestions as to what places to visit around Mumbai alone during monsoons besides trekking at Sahyadris?

Thanks in anticipation.