(Clickhereandlistentothiswhilereadingthis)
I'm. High. Realize. It's. Contracting. Slow. Passing. Glow. Isayimhigh. Thosemoronslaughatme. Pain? Where? I'm. Here.
Parul? Hate. Being. loser. Iwanttobeloved. Likeababy. Iminaplacenta. Veinsbloodgoo. Feel.Safe. Cry. Crrycrycry.
As. hu. Songsplaying. Stupidsongsidontconnectwith. Anger. Karnasksme. Theydonthavemysongs. Move. Piss. Pissed. Mycellhasmysongs. Ashubitchlookscontent. Not happy. Angerpissed pissedangerangpisssangpisseangpissangrepisangpisspangpssiange gpissangrepisagpissangrepisagpissangrepisagpissangrepisa.


" O Pardesi O Pardesi, Meetha Sa Chadha Hai Bukhar, He Re Main Thara Pardesi "
Dance. Free. Dance. Dance. Free. Peace. Idontexist. Peace. Dance.Free. Limbsmovingatwill. Peace. Head Open. Spilldonthefloor. Legsmovingatwill. Peace. Dance. Imagine. Everythingisinmeonmehereme. Bodymovingatwill. Peace. Dance.
Cut.
So, after a strong recommendation from everybody and their granny, I finally get down to watching DevD. I find the movie weird. Very Weird. Also a little deliberately unpolished at places. Also boring. So, I am at this scene where Abhay Deol enters a ghettoish-hip club and starts drinking his brains off. And this another character gets ready for a performance starts dancing and...
"O Pardesi O Pardesi, meetha Sa Chadha Hai Bukhar, he Re Main Thara Pardesi"
I turn the lights out. Limbs moving at will. Dance. Free. Dance. Dance. Screensplitting. Abhay Deolgetswater. Cameraweird. Shutscreen. Dancedancefree.
Mom. Food. Foodstayingattonguetip. Notgoingdown. Wantmore. Gottajumpoff. No. Focus. Gottawritethisdown. Can get high at will.
I'm. High. Realize. It's. Contracting. Slow. Passing. Glow. Isayimhigh. Thosemoronslaughatme. Pain? Where? I'm. Here.
Parul? Hate. Being. loser. Iwanttobeloved. Likeababy. Iminaplacenta. Veinsbloodgoo. Feel.Safe. Cry. Crrycrycry.
As. hu. Songsplaying. Stupidsongsidontconnectwith. Anger. Karnasksme. Theydonthavemysongs. Move. Piss. Pissed. Mycellhasmysongs. Ashubitchlookscontent. Not happy. Angerpissed pissedangerangpisssangpisseangpissangrepisangpisspangpssiange gpissangrepisagpissangrepisagpissangrepisagpissangrepisa.
Click.
" O Pardesi O Pardesi, Meetha Sa Chadha Hai Bukhar, He Re Main Thara Pardesi "
Dance. Free. Dance. Dance. Free. Peace. Idontexist. Peace. Dance.Free. Limbsmovingatwill. Peace. Head Open. Spilldonthefloor. Legsmovingatwill. Peace. Dance. Imagine. Everythingisinmeonmehereme. Bodymovingatwill. Peace. Dance.
Cut.
So, after a strong recommendation from everybody and their granny, I finally get down to watching DevD. I find the movie weird. Very Weird. Also a little deliberately unpolished at places. Also boring. So, I am at this scene where Abhay Deol enters a ghettoish-hip club and starts drinking his brains off. And this another character gets ready for a performance starts dancing and...
"O Pardesi O Pardesi, meetha Sa Chadha Hai Bukhar, he Re Main Thara Pardesi"
I turn the lights out. Limbs moving at will. Dance. Free. Dance. Dance. Screensplitting. Abhay Deolgetswater. Cameraweird. Shutscreen. Dancedancefree.
Mom. Food. Foodstayingattonguetip. Notgoingdown. Wantmore. Gottajumpoff. No. Focus. Gottawritethisdown. Can get high at will.
About us
Once accustomed to each others daily company in a hexagonal room, looking not much unlike the 25 other odd male inhabitants in a conformity-intended ensemble, we occupied the same high school space. In running the risk of cliched nostalgic reminiscence; those were certainly days of bro-bonding like none other.
We find ourselves today, at three vastly different cities and institutions of higher learning. What still sustains our friendship though; beyond and despite the lack of geographical proximity, is what I shall simplistically attempt to explain with the aid of a statistical math tool (refer:common ground).
With these pleasantries out of the way; let me further convolute this introduction.
There are nerds, and there are jocks. There are the deeply pious, and the self-righteous atheists. The lost poets in apathetic tees and the narcissistic yuppies in classy 3-piece GQs. The thums up lovers and the connoisseurs of fine wine.
Or as I would like to think of us; both and neither.
There is an oxymoron in there somewhere
For at some point in our lives; we've each played a video game for 9 hours straight, spent a session from midnight to dawn of uninterrupted street football, quoted Nietzshe and then laughed on last nights How I Met ..
you get the idea.
We find ourselves today, at three vastly different cities and institutions of higher learning. What still sustains our friendship though; beyond and despite the lack of geographical proximity, is what I shall simplistically attempt to explain with the aid of a statistical math tool (refer:common ground).
With these pleasantries out of the way; let me further convolute this introduction.
There are nerds, and there are jocks. There are the deeply pious, and the self-righteous atheists. The lost poets in apathetic tees and the narcissistic yuppies in classy 3-piece GQs. The thums up lovers and the connoisseurs of fine wine.
Or as I would like to think of us; both and neither.
There is an oxymoron in there somewhere
For at some point in our lives; we've each played a video game for 9 hours straight, spent a session from midnight to dawn of uninterrupted street football, quoted Nietzshe and then laughed on last nights How I Met ..
you get the idea.