Life is just an easy thing to play

When you see the same age group living the same thing under different conditions, you get to feel that it is the toughest thing to do.
Speaking about a person who started earning at the age of 18 and went on to earn till the age of 77 is bit tough.I had the rare opportunity of knowing this fellow at the age of 90 . He still lives ! 8 months at US and 4 months in India.
The brother in law of Vaikom bhagavathar. Long way to go, lots of mysteries around me. I need to find a whole bunch of generations and my peers if they are still surviving.

MAIIIBE I Exist

Writing things out of deep pain and laughing at them might be a sign of madness. But during the recent days , I have been taking lots of caffeine and there has been a notable change in my thoughts and decision making. I dream for hours at night. I wake up with a ton over my head. I never had the slightest thought how thoughts are governed by food items. I have seen people booze, the very experience of it , I have not yet tasted. Just like the idea that everyone has some reason or the other to do something , the very need of vulnerability was what I wanted. Finally , the bells started ringing and the only change that I was able to find was that of this very habit of caffeine intake.

I think I am finding new things to deal with !!

When Nothing is Right

I don't know if this guy is dead or alive,

I dont even know if he exists..

I once remembered someone who always

refused to give up

I remember a boy who resembled his dad

I remember someone who stared at people

Someone who always made sure that there

was a lack of dynamism in every moments

Today what he sees is the normal life of a

scare crow

Dont ask what happened, but acceptance is

what he is living for the time

I dont think he is ashamed, he hopes it lasted longer

Practicing the act was way easier because he was

sure of the things he did

Certain deeds woulda been wrong for the moment

But everybody lived it , why wouldn't he ?

Impressions , impressions , impressions..

That is not what he wanted to make..

But why did he have to do all those things

At this stage of life , when there are loads of

Desires to fullfill.. he sees kids everywhere

He finds people who laugh at dialogues that

refuse to have any sense

Where is the rage gone, this life doesnt suck

he is not alone, he got family, he got people,

he got everything he dreamt,

Back to Blog

I did not have a net connection till now , I just got one , I hope I begin blogging back . Today was not the kind of day I expected it . I saw what the seniors and the ones on top of them in my company were doing. It was something that I did not expect. But it made me realize something. The world is a tough place to live. It is all about letting yourself free . I am happy that they are making me realize the fact that there is lot of unfinished business in my life . So Kishore, here is for you . The actionhero is back in blog with his itchy hands waiting to dig into the world of worlds , fighting himself and the surrounding. Trying to fix the pasts of thee and others. I hope everything goes wrong.

Insomnia

To fight is to accept the fact that you mind has rage. But there are moments when you are asked to fight without interest or confidence.Upon taking such a fight your mind starts to flicker over the very notion that eludes it of the cult that should have been lived up to. The very reasons for lack of excitement in a lonely life are almost the same. You want to live but you forget counting the days. Predictability is spoiling my time and I want to get back immediately to my text books. Implementation is making me dizzy and haunting me with thoughts that lack sense.

Please let me sleep.

2 Weeks at INFA

Couldn't know that it would make it so tough to
dig deep inside but as the depth decreases ,
things get clearer and clearer.
The range of my visibility may be matched
but the amount of tracks that it creates is
vast and unmanageable.

Broken Times

Hugging his pillow,

with thoughts that refused to happen,

with a freaking feeling that his life making turns,

he closed his eyes paying attention to the firefly that stilled,

sometimes , he never had to live moments that made him feel that he lived it,

another ordinary day just passed away, "have i been of use to anyone who survived this day",

the fat boy with a mole on his right cheek and joint eyebrows and a beautiful nose thought consciously,

years ,days,months, weeks ,centuries, seconds, moments ,lives ,changes,all were happening secretly.