Contradictory eatouts..

There is a widespread misconception that eating out is an occupation involving the consumption of food.Nothing could be further from the truth.You don't dress up and go out just so people can see you chewing.In fact,it is merely another opportunity to be seen.So, order something preposterous.Play with your food skillfully as you pretend-eat.Maintain your form as others around you hunch over their plates and stuff their faces.Soon they will all blend in,while you blend out.And if your body does insist on getting its daily intake of calories,go home and order a pizza...what say???

The power of images...

The long and surreal road
Running from who I am
To who you want me to be
And now I'm stuck, off road.



There you are, taking your short cuts
No time to do as I ask, as you suppose
It's no wonder I just keep wondering what will happen next
Hiding and looking over your shoulder at all times
Your sister am i.

Stranded
Never been so alone
Never been this far

Never in my life

In the middle of the road
I realized I don’t know where I’m heading
Never knew I was going nowhere
Never in my life

Stranded
Never been so alone
Never been this far
Never in my life

And now that I stopped
I passed the point of no return
Never knew I was going nowhere
Never in my life

Stranded
Never been so alone
Never been this far
Never in my life

In the middle of the road
Only catching a breath, a thought
Never will I stop again to look behind
Never in my life.

When you know you have nothing to loose,

When you know it's only you and your will to break the rules,

When you know things can only get better,

When you are walking the barriers of everything you know,

Only then will you get to look inside yourself and really see your world.

Traveling in the speed of light in a place with no real lights

Everything is artificial, made to imitate life ten meters above

A beggar, a business man, a woman in high heels, a small girl, me

Flock of people following a blind shepherd, going somewhere and going then going back

In the city beneath the city light flickers in the rhythm of dying heart.

The queue story....

Being in a queue for some important purpose can be a difficult task especially if there is the "outdoor" factor accompanied with the undesired naturally polluted showers shooting on your head and if out of the queue for a moment,in a jiffy you will have lost the fame n respect earned from the rear trail.
For a new comer its a state of imbroglio as he might have a few questions bewildering his brain that is if he is not an imbecile ass,these questions are very inevitable,the first of all will be "whats the queue for?" and before he realised its for the same purpose he is here,bang on;it increases with three more who happened to realise the fact fifty microseconds before him.
I was as usual late for collecting the CAT entrance form from a nearby UTI bank,on reaching the indicated bank i was told that they are available only in two branches across pune,on reaching the specified branch i was astonished to see a huge queue,although i knew it was for the same purpose, i enquired for assurance and settled down as the 53rd member of it which destroyed my further plans for catching up "the simpsons" with a couple of friends.It was then i realised that such a queue can have a potential for being a comic platform,as in wild faces to admire,the versatile dressing sense including the lower royale' elbow high waist wear, all of these were enough to indulge all my senses in jeopardy,but its enough to scratch 3 hrs of your time unnoticed,thus evoking a mission accomplished feeling!!!

PUN TO LOVE RHYMES...

These are entries to a competition asking for a rhyme with the most romantic first line but least romantic second line: Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss but I only slept with you, cause I was pissed Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you. But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head. Of loving beauty you float with grace If only you could hide your face I thought that I could love no other Until, that is, I met your brother Kind, intelligent, loving and hot This describes everything you are not I want to feel your sweet embrace But don't take that paper bag off of your face I love your smile, your face, and your eyes- Damn, I'm good at telling lies! Every time I see your face I wish I were in outer space I saw your face as you walked by but then I saw a better guy My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife: Marrying you screwed up my life I see your face when I am dreaming That's why I always wake up screaming My love you take my breath away What have you stepped in to smell this way My feelings for you no words can tell Except for maybe "go to hell" What inspired this amorous rhyme? Two parts vodka, one part lime