Of hysterical yesteryears

This piece of work is something i cherish a lot, something similar to an excerpt from a personal diary. It is a preface to the series of stories that I would be publishing for the next few weeks or even months. A series of stories about people whom i met during my hysterical teen years. Now, do not assume that I am an individual who has just entered her graying years and is going to crib about it. Even if you do , i give a damn ! Only because I'm too bored to give any explanation. God Darn it! Okay , so these people weren't extraordinary individuals with super-human abilities . But the encounters were really odd and interesting. It is about the teenager i was and the people 'she' met. Okay...enough of beating around the bush.

Some random thing called love...

Clouds,moist,gush and a gentle summon

Some innocence,something divine,

feels like my heart is lost in thou.



Its this feeling, of feeling blue.

But worry not I'm still with you.

the pain is only a note in my song,

will cease once i sing, and move along.



We're together, but there is a difference

Neither are you Romeo, nor I Juliet

Ti's not your fault i made you mine,

forgive me divine, but i don't think i crimed.



And so i penned my random love,

with a random tune and awry words

It aint any lust, but you Oh divine!

A simple love of some sunny times.



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pepper

Just a state of mind

I'm feeling a little crazy tonight. I'm just listening to this song, which is supporting my state of mind. Therefore no warnings today.

The lyrics of the song

Bavra Mann Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna
Bavra Mann Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna Bavre Se Mann, Ki Dekho Bavri Hain Baatein
Bavre Se Mann, Ki Dekho Bavri Hain Baatein
Bavri Se Dhadkaane Hain, Bavri Hain Saansen
Bavri Si Karwaton Se, Nindiya Door Bhaage
Bavre Se Nain Chaahe, Bavre Jharokhon Se, Bavre Nazaron Ko Takna.
Bavra Mann Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna Bavre Se Is Jahan Main Bavra Ek Saath Ho
Is Sayani Bheed Main Bas Haathon Mein Tera Haath Ho
Bavri Si Dhun Ho Koi, Bavra Ek Raag Ho
Bavri Si Dhun Ho Koi, Bavra Ek Raag Ho
Bavre Se Pair Chahen, Baavron Tarano Ke, Bavre Se Bol Pe Thirakna.
Bavra Mann, Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna Bavra Sa Ho Andhera, Bavri Khamoshiyan
Bavra Sa Ho Andhera, Bavri Khamoshiyan
Thartharati Low Ho Maddham, Bavri Madhoshiyan
Bavra Ek Ghooghta Chahe, Haule Haule Bin Bataye, Bavre Se Mukhde Se Sarakana,
Bavra Mann, Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna

The importance of practicality.

So, I mugged up the entire theory paper of Journalism and also managed to pass out with flying colours, until i realised i had to do something practical. I had to taste the mud to know the specie of the mud. Thus, after wandering for about two months, I ended up squeezing into this press house only to realise , mud exactly wasn't mud - IT WAS SHIT.

I am at my work place, frustrated and furiously staring at my Personal Computer(PC) as I was assigned to swat flies in here and those blood sucking flees are nowhere to be seen. Working as an intern at this press house isn't as exciting as it is supposedly said to be, considering that I have to work even on Sundays and prepare reports on the shittiest stories possible. The irony is, in the wake of reporting news, I am now slightly averted to news.

It has been fifteen days since I started interning with this paper, and I've already learnt to earn my bread butter and coffee, literally, as a reporter. I am surviving here all thanks to my humble and helpful colleagues. May be they themselves weren't spoon fed, that they were all charged up to lend me an helping hand and guide me in some way. I shall always be thankful to them for the deed of theirs.

Working with this young unit feels blissful. The atmosphere is quite friendly and light until Mr. baldy enters the picture. He is the boss, claims HE. However, If 'pricey' and 'jughead' qualify as the qualities of being a boss, then I certainly agree that he is THE BOSS.

Like all fables have to have an ugly, gruesome looking villain in it, my internship fable too has a character with shades of grey.

In his early thirties, Mr.baldy is a thorough professional blabber-pig, with frustration gushing from head to toe, and also bully- like, desperately trying to be the saviour of the newspaper. "Nobody decides their beat, it is my decision to ASSing you'll the beats." says Mr.baldy whenever he wishes to build up some 'confidence' and 'team spirit'. According to chute-man HE KNOWS THE BEST OF HIS TEAM AND FOR HIS TEAM.

The very first day baldy entered the office he knew that he shall finally manage to flaunt his intelligence and show that HE HAD BALLS! Boy! no kidding.

When I joined the office, he certainly seemed intimidating, till he opened his big foul mouth.
" I want you to do light, fluffy stories, you know! features."were his inspiring words.
Being an editor, baldy should be editing & rectifying the grammar and news sense of the stories. However, when my article in the newspaper looked shabby with the grammatical errors smiling at me, "It's OK, relax, nobody reads it anyway," was all baldy spake. Thus helping my hopes to learn something from the internship meet with its first ROYAL blow.

Home came a NarayanMoorty

It is not everyday that a La Narayan Moorty visits your cocoon and leaves you amazed.
Last week my first maternal uncle's son visited us. My sister and I were suppose to be his tour guides and entertainers for the week. Normally we do not have issues taking relatives for a mumbai darshan and pani puri treat, but taking this one was different. It meant hearing comparisons throughout the trip, can be positive or pessimistic. He is all but 14 and a rising IT star already. He eats,sleeps,drinks and craps IT (ok that was a little exaggerated), he started dreaming of IT at 9 and started taking classes and working towards it by the age of 12.Which mean by the time he finishes schooling he will be all jet-set-ready-thunder capture IT. At 14 he thinks he is smart enough to comment about a lot of things under the global roof, most of the time he is!. He has opinion on right from Mallya to malayalam. You do occasionally feel frustrated at the over confidence shown by the chap, mightveven wish to pull his hair and punch those pearls wrapped in an iron wiring.But you cant deny that he is all set to be a responsible adult, and an agent who can has the ability and determination to make a difference. He tends to get on your nerves when he croackes that Gautam Gambhir is a very casual player and incidental comments about the match to be played of IPL. He would deeply want the RCB to loose simply because Mallya owns it.
The glamourous tycoon is all but a stupid fella to him. Now you do wish you could you not just raise your voice but a stick and shower him with a few blows. But you really cant for three major reasons, one - you have been showered with immense love and affection by his parents, two -your parents love the chap , three- Oh that confidence.
Then there are times when you wonder- was he ever a kid or may be you are a disordered baby. The situation includes both of them. At 19 i lack half of the confidence he struts. Clearly a disorder baby since school and college, a paranoid since then, its amazing to see the chap sport such confidence. When he first started with his 'Oh-i-know-when-you-might-burb-episode' , i did wish to burn him bald. But the little thing for sure aint little.
Anyway my little Narayan Moorty for sure going to be one in future coz neither do his dreams nor habbits will let him waver, remember eat,sleep,drink IT.
Well he can hogg on oodles of ice cream and gola, can be choosy about his food and i guess loooobes pokemon, boy! atleast something like a 14 year old.

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©Pepper

Tis not Funny.

Disclaimer : The article has got nothing to do with "reality" and is
a result of shear boredom.
Its a fictional or seemingly fictional work created before bed-time and the blog writer does not own up to to any unexpected consequence.
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While walking down an empty street,
I slipped and fell, thud! on my face.
Tis was only a banana skin saga,
and you were an audience to it.

You laughed your arse off,
when my arse was healing.
it aint a humor machine,
from which the laughter gas is leaking.

Stop pulling my leg now,
coz ive grown tall,
enough to be a ladder,
for you to climb and rise.

Stop doping your goodness away,
the earth has enough hippies doing it already.
if you cant do so,
then stop smoking on my face right away.

You make me puke by your gestures
that try to grab attention and also get some.
but tis not funny,
tis only your wannabe edge
being accoladed by the same kind.

Your thoughts stop me from rhyming,
Your thoughts give me randomness
and i now feel thankless,
but i aint asking for any forgivness.

I am now afraid, afraid of your shadow,
it now seems to grim at me,
mock me to have walked along with you.

Your touch is acidic, Ive burnt enough
But you dont stop sustaining on acids.
Your company gives me creeps,
As i now percieve of humans as creeps.

Go away you knight in shining armour,
As your sheen blinds me.
I wish to see the world with a new sight
and enjoy humor nothing like the ones you've cracked away.

Tis not funny that your humor is helplessness personified,
Tis not funny that i have been laughing on them.
Tis not funny that i am now
helplessness personifide.

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©Pepper

THE POEM

Disclamer : The article has got nothing to do with "reality" and is a result of shear boredom.

Its a fictional or seemingly fictional work created before bed-time and the blog writer does not own up to to any unexpected consequence.

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The Poem

How would you feel,
when a certain wheel,
begins to reel a story.
unfolds there , a story of despair
and I its lead, the one to feel.
tis but my fate, that has learnt to go wrong,
tis now its job to make me sob,
and earn more ears to the story.

And now I begin with the play,
tis about a girl and her just another day.
stupid,crappy,shitty she
done dozen things to set herself free.
she never knew from what she wished to be free,
until she realised, pha! it sucks!
the fight is enough, I'd rather be refree.

Then came a time when she rose to wisdom,
she understood, goodness doesnt always work,
all you could do to be happy,
knock yourself off from being crappy
shut those ears and begin to yawn,
sleep before sunset, wake up before dawn.

-©Pepper

Lord save the satan

Disclaimer : The article has got nothing to do with "reality" and is a result of shear boredom.
Its a fictional or seemingly fictional work created before bed-time and the blog writer does not own up to to any unexpected consequence.
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We await for oracles to happen. They happen in disguise, you only need to blindly believe and follow. This article is solely dedicated to all those people who are believers,achievers,blah-ers etc. and majorly JOBLESS just like the blog author.
Since global recession happened every wise guy-next-door wishes to comment about it, i chose to help than comment.[ no the topic ain't diverting from oracles, i am still talking on behalf of them].
There are a few hidden reasons behind the recession.
We all despise Satan. Satan rules the hell, he rings the knell and takes our soul , he is destruction. Satan underwent major identity crisis and thus thought of showing us his true colours. To teach us a lesson on true satanness he introduced recession [ try finish reading the article before calling me anti-Christ]. When metro towns and cities were busy bribing lords, goddesses and their bosses for better incentives, Satan was busy designing a layout to save his arse.(master minds work in isolation). He saw that people on earth don't have time to breathe, eat , play or sustain humanity and thus brought in recession which resulted in financial crisis, joblessness and many other side effects.
Whether we humans accept it or not share market and related industry is a disguised version of gambling. Globally life had become so corporate, humans were left with no time for human life. They lived like zombies who are neither connected to their families nor to one's own self. He saw that his hell was loosing charm and authenticity because humans made their own lives hell. The day recession hit the global market, partial poverty, unhappiness, crappyness, hit the market and lives as well.
People were rendered jobless which gave them more time to spend with their family. Thus Satan was despised because men had to refrain from adultery and irresponsibility.
Careless spenders realised the worth of savings, hence banks also witnessed a boom period.
When financial crisis hit the market, companies resorted to various cost cutting measures. One of them was to curb black money hoarding.
When Satan gave recession fathers had to stay at home which gave them time to spend with thier children and teach them real world. When Satan bestowed recession bloody commercials stopped bugging us between the soaps. When Satan threw the spotlight on recession people took their jobs a bit more seriously.
However humans continued relying on the busy lords and goddesses to full fill their 'dreams'.
Satan sold himself to entertain a bunch of morons. He slept with Saddam in south park.
Its time humans understand the worth of Satan. The existence of a parallel phenomena. A super-power. His heart-warmth kindness.

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[Now you want to ditch the lords and worship Satan huh? Bloody!!!]
Satan gave us recession and those frigging marketing gurus got another reason to avoid giving us students money as sponsorship.
Saala Satan.
And the orcale happened.

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© Pepper

To Write And To Write

Disclaimer : The article has got nothing to do with "reality" and is a result of shear boredom.
Its a fictional or seemingly fictional work created before bed-time and the blog writer does not own up to to any unexpected consequence.
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There are times when one feels he/she has been a prodigy of Shakespeare or may be Chaucer in his/her past life and then there are times when he/she feels 'i ain't any father of literature, I'm just the red line in MSwordpad'.
Sometimes we pen down sentences that are far away from human understanding, sometimes even donkeys wrote better than us.
Such scenarios occur when human specie fail to realize the difference between the 'want' to write and the 'need' to write.
Blogs happen under similar circumstances.
Great works not only need passion but also the determination to sustain the light of passion within.
The grammar could be inappropriate, but the fluidity of thoughts shouldn't be.
To write from within and to write for the heck of it makes the difference.

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©Pepper