Do you have longer hair than Alexi?I am drooling blogging about them.I like men with long hair,that length exactly.Uninhibited,free of rules and norms.Why cannot the Zeitgeist encourage us?When we rabbit on the ism of freedom and liberty.Why doesn't it set you free ?

Is it your blind spot to mouth on or your only timeworn axiom left to conserve your shallow identity.Trite remarks and dilations and end of the day,we all remain the same.Carrying banal biases on the interior of your conclusions.I bristle at repugnant banality.How many of you all actually DARE to be YOU and follow what you believe in regardless of inherent antagonism of heterodoxy.For Hardliners who thought only women with hair that length look good,Think hard.Time to let go your fuddy-duddy attitude!


Alexi-!-conservation of non-conformity.

Not all unconventionality is improper.

Not all traditional is logical and sensible.

Not all original is unique,you just didn't think!

Could we have a tent spread all over Hyd?for the safety of beauty conscious?Its not funny how it could melt us down.We ain't amoebic descentary.

It not boiling point,its melting point this Summer!

Youngistaans , a tiny request.

KINDLY,

STOP ABUSING THIS ALREADY WORN-OUT CLICHE.

STOP BEING BROMIDIC FOR THE 'SAKE' OF STANDING OUT.

AND...

stop following the crowd!

N BE YOURSELF(which means if you are an aficionado of folk /devotional(and all those boring songs :P ) ,you dont have to turn to rock just coz everybody is doing it,).Dont leave your skin,if you dont want to..Rock wannabes the last thing I'd like to see.People who do not understand the essence of \m/ and head-bang.Moshpit,pogoing and the act is a form of expression to debunk the prude-pedantic-psuedo shit.

I never followed the crowd,i never punished myself like that!So shouldn't you.If you aint truly proud of being a youth go and dump yourself amongst bookish-boring-secondrate-robots(once humans)

I dislike mediocrity and wannabes.

(Punk-insignia's etched in my head).

I'm not one amongst the crowd,coz I dont know how to be.(courtesy:yours Truly)

Tired of conducting your corporal business ?come on get on the virtual roads.This aint a surreal dream and thats an ideal example of a paradox.Real dreams come true virtually.My cognition chuckles at this reality as to how techie can make anything possible.Now for me this could also be paranormal.On day we fine tune those digits and signals so well we wouldnt need the spiritual medium to connect.We'd probably call e-spirits.and we'd pray e-gods and oh yes we are actually already performing e-pujas.heres couple of definitions.

e-meditation:relentlessly surfing the net:D
e-spirit:nope not the wrist watch,the spirits of trance-world finding a way to communication via new found e-commerce application.

e-daemons: those daemons creeping into your data.

e-eating:a glutton cpu that eats your resources

e-longing:longing for a web page to load.

e-breathing:matrix style living (feel alive in the virtual world!)

e-re:-incarnation: loopback fault in His system.He accidentally forwarded the re:msg to incarnate. lol

ee--offline: hehehe for being offline.So much for being real!lol

e-chuck: want to chuck out the e-word.

e-atoms:bits and bytes that bite and chew-out real particles making everthing digital.

So we study One state of matter "e"

Obsolete version was:solid,liquid and gas.

now only one state and that too virtual and that to eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

The sweet encore,
Of the zest galore,
Thoughts ensure,
mirth's hallowed.

Dress the feel,
That ennui conceals,
brushing sorrow,
To welcome the tomorrow.

A new day,
A new grace,
Bliss in a somber place.

Sojourn of the bygone,
Ideas reborn,
Resurrecuted from dead past,
Hope we all have a blast!!!

Theres something about nothing and nothing about everything.but when nothing exists in something,it becomes everything.when nothing exists,its an oxymoron.

you beckon the mystery of love,
marvel stills the scramble,
Zeal for life towed,
signing off bygone rubble

blanket of your aura,
shuts the rush within,
Unfolding new avenues,
Span losts' about to begin


choler tripped in honey-soaked charm,
So peaceful is to be disarmed,
With weapons of wrath and ire,
soul dressed back in human attire.

body touched with your soul,
like a drop of water on hot coal,
exhuming the disarray indoor,
Stirring your sweet encore.

Eyes rain to see you,
In midst of this heat,
Absence sinews my immortal,
Tho' spirit looks upbeat.

Melody

Here I am,
To be with you,
Heartbeat
Singing anew..

Find me then,
On this den,
Where human beast,
Lusts in piece.

Bind us and...
Go to the land,
Where no human makes,
Short errand.

Lure our soul,
Into the sweet galore,
Every breath doles,
A melody untoured..

Origin of Originality

Born in nothing,
Born from nothing,
One morning..
The world began...

You felt the gravity,
You felt the ground,
Your soul is bound...

Learn,unlearn,
and go on...
But do you know..
How was I born?

Live,die,
Create,destroy,
You fought the mirage,
You cant deny..

I exist,
Not in the mind,
Not in the soul,
But life persists..

Thoughts fake me,
Genius awakes me,
Pride takes me...
Where you are no more.

I aint there,
You know anywhere.
You came to me,
Unaware...

You pushed nescience,
To a new horizon,
Everytime you knew,
My spark was in you..

You made me known,
To the world unsung,
A paradox,
Ever begun...

Love

I'm the species,
Known to peace,
When you unearth,
The reality.

Im the flavour,
You taste forever,
When emotions dive deep,
Into this quagmire.

I'm the art,
Innocence knew,
With the human smart,
This truth flew...

To the domains unknown,
Human quests,
Hearts blown,
With faux bequests.

Passion of Couture

Lived in me,
Throught the journey,
Before I could see,
Where I was abt to be.

Gave me fire,
Gave me light,
In the darkness..
Of twilight.

Made my hunger,
Deeper and ever,
On this dungeon..
Where man quivers.

Showed me the way,
To reach Him there,
When man awaits,
To unearth and bare.

My soul designed..
To exist you,
Any impediment...
It would sinew.

Passion knew you,
Before it was born...
In this mortal sojourn.

I wanna go to Antartica...

Different species in the far away continent;
Cold and on going,
I wish to live with these penguins:
frozen with my heart,
I dont need to be smart..
Distant from far-out techno-humans,
Close to eskimatic sermons,
A light year dist from spark and fire:
A para sec dist from feud and hostire:
Aint a lovely life either-
Indifferent to pressues n showy demeanour;
Some thrill,some zeal,
With these penguins,solitude conceals.
No wars,no vampires,
No divine sun-deep desires;
No shelter,still secure,
No disease,so no cure.
You alone are wise,
-A mesimerised frog in the cold lake of ice,
No laws of averages,
But only extremes;
No beverages,
Water from the iced-streams.
A bizzare statue of Me shall find,
Juss in a few days,as my shrine;
Mellowing in summer,Resurrecting in winter...
My spirit in it shall remain,
Me grown numb,immune with no pain!
Padlocked in the robust glaciers..
-I wanna go to Antartica...

Surf excel-Isme hai such much apnapen..???

Intellectually tintillating,eh?; with that little kid brushing soap on that shirt creating high amount of soapsuds that can literally spoil the skin.and then,the goofy woman enters the scene hugging the little kid uttering the absurd duologue.Either these kind of ad-makers consider their audience senti-'mentally'-demented or are just comfortably adept being corny.

Cadbury-Ek pyara sa bandhan

Yet another side of flipside of interesting advertising.Why are these ads such suck-puppets of emotions..?..that they suck a large amount of audience..:P..with such passe informercials.But there are a few ads which really make sense-Bajaj Avenger,Sprite ads,amongest a few I remember right now.

Then theres another kind of creative advertising..,where the soap-operas publisize each other in their series."ba,aapne Tv pe (name of the new soap) ka ad dekha hai?..,isnt your sucking enough that you introduce your new and improved whining breed...But this is idea is a little innovative,and.., very tempting,yes :PP

'And the award goes to...."

Pepsi-tv

The super-sucker!!:D and the stuttering simpleton