tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244554582011-09-14T22:52:40.528+05:30My Punching BagConfused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.comBlogger2841100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-56124292244365451002011-05-02T03:19:00.001+05:302011-05-02T03:19:21.029+05:30If you only care to notice..Your eyes can seeWhat a camera never canLingering gazes, slide gentlyOff a mountain slopeOr her dancing legs, swishing skirt.
Flowing clouds, smell of rainSenses combined, breathing inWe click only light and dark And things betweenWe can record only so much.
Eyes catch thoughts flickeringEars hear sighs and cheeringNoses smell heavy, musk fragrancesOf tireless women, beautiful, insecureLips brushConfused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-24436200721427302432011-04-07T22:51:00.000+05:302011-04-07T22:51:02.094+05:30A Time To Be IndianWe are at the cusp of a historic moment. In more ways than we realize, we will be a generation, a number of 1.2 billion, that will be spoken of in future ages. What they will say and what they will think of us depends on how we act now.
It is a moment that has come about in a strange manner, building slowly over the years past. It is like a mighty river of immensely strong currents, Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-49354756224898845082011-03-25T18:42:00.002+05:302011-03-25T18:42:39.635+05:30you and iwe should be philosophers, you and i
paint the lands and tint the skies
in hues and shades of melancholic
pain and ardent laughter cries.Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-52004524982116824352011-03-25T15:17:00.002+05:302011-03-25T15:17:45.513+05:30Daughter of the Sands<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-IN X-NONE X-NONE <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-64553173370885793902011-03-08T02:55:00.002+05:302011-03-08T02:55:54.986+05:30For YouI could string together
love beads and fairy tales
but your soft laughter cuts
through the curtain. My voice
falls silent, eyes shut tight.Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-67109602473877671162010-12-18T03:34:00.001+05:302010-12-18T03:35:28.685+05:30LambsNot that I would. Oh no! Never! Just sometimes, I wish something would happen. I can't explain it. I guess it's just that idle mind, devil's workshop thing we're not supposed to do.
I really need to keep myself busy.
Now, you should understand it's no big deal. I'm as peace-loving and God-fearing a woman as any other, and...Oh, let me just run and take the pressure cooker off, one minute. It Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-52636168508665155602010-12-16T13:27:00.001+05:302010-12-16T13:27:53.964+05:30Scrambled EggsThe smell of it would wake him up some mornings. He liked that, waking up to the fresh smell of warm food. It made the air livelier, in a way. Or, well, perhaps it was just a good start to the day this way. It was a small apartment, definitely small for two people. Sometimes it seemed just the right size, cosy for two people in love, but he knew they would need to get a bigger place sometime soonConfused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-18330124726178734942010-09-11T13:57:00.000+05:302010-09-11T13:57:42.235+05:30...Sweet DelightAuburn hair, black dress on pale white skin. And eyes, eyes of light sky blue. A cloud passing through.
It takes a while of silent gaze, of silent gaze and quiet thought, before I start to say a word. Confusion, curiosity and then unease pass her eyes. Relief too, when I finally start to say a word.
The music's loud and people shout. To hear themselves above the din. In darkness and black Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-43243142530700298442010-08-31T22:37:00.002+05:302010-08-31T22:37:57.533+05:30Experiments with SanityMind and Body, Body and Soul (Part I)
There was something off about it all. But he couldn’t point his finger at what it was exactly. His eyes blinked too slowly and sights rushed by in the seconds they stayed open. Anxious faces, stern expressions, closed doors, noisy corridors. People stared down at a body, whispering to themselves furtively, as if to keep a secret from the person sleeping on Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-41890381188623134492010-05-01T08:47:00.000+05:302010-05-01T08:48:17.853+05:30Season's PassingIt was the first warm morning of the past two months, and he set out to buy flowers for her. A brisk, chilly wind blew, Nature making sure everyone knew it was still winter, but the sun had risen early this morning, offering hints of the coming change in season. She couldn't tolerate the winters, he knew, it was a very difficult time of the year for her. Last weekend, she had refused to step out Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-83289488187512741292010-04-01T10:33:00.001+05:302010-04-01T10:33:59.114+05:30Like A BabyAgain I watch you sleep tonightPeace, joy and calm - they become youThey are you, a part indelibleIn your curled toes and your curled smile.You are my love, tonight I sayOnly for you cannot hear meI speak to your eyes closedThe morning could change everything.The way the sheets foldDesperate to please, to shieldTo mould, to your formSoft, silken, as your touch is.Your head rests, lightOn the Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-2346639401036026592010-03-09T01:08:00.000+05:302010-03-09T01:09:03.520+05:30Smoke And MirrorsAs a Tithonus, waking joyfully in lustTo see the golden sunI choose, humbly, to greet youMy love.The air shimmers as you moveMaking space, Paying homageTo your passingBowing and scraping on its heels.What joys are concealed within that smile?It curves easily upon your faceLike a rose in full bloom's springResting.What infinite grace is in your swayThe swish and flick of the ends of your Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-86971669954918547802010-03-03T16:09:00.001+05:302010-03-03T16:11:18.247+05:30NLEHe watched above him, as the building tilted slowly to a seventy degree angle. Each inch of movement was accompanied by an ear-splitting, constant, high-pitched shriek of metal twisting against will. The tall, gaunt structure of steel and concrete and glass towered above him; he hunched on the ground below, holding his hands to his ears.The ground was not safe beneath him either. It cracked open Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-19961964754162816532010-03-03T16:07:00.000+05:302010-03-03T16:09:07.558+05:30Walk Like An EgyptianThere are two ways he saw of doing things. He always did the other.A tall, man in long trousers and a slack shirt around his shoulders. His sleeves were halfrolled up, half rolling down. Long since forgotten the need to tidy, or the consciousness. He walked alone. It could be a street, stuffed with vendors and fumes and commuters in black overcoats. It could be a garden-path, trees with branches Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-26378639928559152902010-02-24T13:58:00.000+05:302010-02-24T13:59:16.397+05:30CaravanFour boys ran away into the desert, tired of life. Tired of an endless vaudeville. They decided to seek life and God, in loneliness and vacuum. They held forth an induced vision, that the Truth was out there.The Truth was waiting to be found, and it was their holy duty to reach it. They carried their organs and their guitars, songs to keep them through the nights under starry skies, flickering Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-69229934345137708432010-02-22T21:38:00.000+05:302010-02-22T21:39:32.360+05:30Moonlight SpaceDriveLet's swim to the moon.Let's climb thru the tide.Ah ha.Let's go deep into space, into spaces never seen before. Let's break all these ties and chains. Be free, past the final frontier.In space, in a year millions ahead of us, in a year past several million more, a time-stamp (or a frame) resolved itself. Raised its hand over the formation and came forth to light. In space, in another time, lived Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-85084601077623880392009-12-19T22:22:00.003+05:302009-12-19T22:58:38.370+05:30Tonight, We Feast On Human FleshFor infidelity, Tiger Woods receives censure and the upturned noses of the entire world. ATP's Player of The Decade is criticized by television reporters and journalists from around the world, his every single following day tracked and pored over. Will he do something again? Will he talk to someone about it? What will he say? How dare he??Random talk-shows on random networks discuss perversity, Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-13471073402547290312009-12-14T12:56:00.004+05:302009-12-14T22:57:49.901+05:30Of DeathIt was damp. The sky was in a perennial dark cloud. It seemed of a single mass, enveloping and overshadowing the town. The sun hadn't been seen, except through a haze, for weeks now. The clouds bore a cold rain, which had beat down without stop for the last three days, drenching the damp earth and forming little rivulets in the mud, which led downstream to a river, black in the darkness of the Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-79275512606488546162009-12-12T23:42:00.001+05:302009-12-12T23:42:38.509+05:30Climax ReduxThe man casually tossed aside two barrels standing one atop another to reveal himself, pointing a pistol at his adversary and arch enemy."You! But you … you're … you're supposed to be dead!" he spluttered, unable to believe his eyes. He rubbed them once to make sure. A dirty business that, with all the soot and grease on them. Escaping with a briefcase full of money from an abandoned factory was Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-12414427004567437522009-12-06T17:34:00.001+05:302009-12-06T17:34:37.529+05:30He Does Strange Things After Hours"Hey, you there! Peon, yes. Come here. Why is that turbaned man dancing in my office??""He's very happy, sir. He has got a rocket.""Rocket? WHERE??""In his pocket, sir. He's got a rocket in his pocket."Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-90333836826604053822009-12-03T19:26:00.000+05:302009-12-03T19:27:07.662+05:30Diary of a Hitman, Chapter 1: Initiation CeremoniesThe two men in black suits, one of them startlingly handsome and the other not so much in comparison, quietly exited the black Audi R8 which had arrived at the corner of the street in stealth mode. Not a leaf waved at the arrival of the black car-monster, specially modified for its silence mode. No baby would even stir in his or her sleep, if the Audi braked at 60 miles an hour. It was made for aConfused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-10148961607185758952009-11-27T02:57:00.001+05:302009-11-27T03:00:26.851+05:30Bring Me This Disco KingPerhaps the strangest thing about it is that, well, almost anyone and everyone can do it. Right? Or at least so they think. There isn’t anyone who thinks he is or she is a bad dancer. Well, sure many admit that indeed they’re horrible, and must have exchanged their feet with jelly at some point, but that’s not exactly a personal opinion. It’s borne out of the shell-shocked facial expressions theyConfused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-85159630834973540162009-11-15T22:24:00.001+05:302009-11-15T22:24:49.453+05:30My Life, My TermsThe world is a blur around you. Sights and sounds, buildings and neon, pedestrians and beggars, garbage and billboards. People zoom past, looking hazy around the edges, as you perform the daily tasks of living. As you perform the daily tasks you call living. In earnest enthusiasm, we jump the bandwagon, grab this life by its horns and make our place in a ruthless, backstabbing world to build our Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-79850575549165173172009-11-02T22:47:00.001+05:302009-11-02T22:47:36.511+05:30111 Hai Bhai! (Hint: Binary for Bond)"You know how it is, don't you? The first few weeks of a job are always a struggle. One has to find potential clients, advertise one's skills, put out special offers and all that. The worst part is when sometimes people do not even understand what I'm talking about! So I have to sit them down and explain my job. Nothing is more infuriating than that.""Yeah, that can be very irritating. What is itConfused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-7208387449739560962009-10-27T09:00:00.002+05:302009-10-27T09:50:52.949+05:30Peace And Nothing ButIn a fresh bid to end attrition between the two countries and get on with life already, India has put to Pakistan the offer of Lata Mangeshkar in exchange for putting an end to terrorism and surrendering POK, recalling the famous Pakistani cry of the 70s - "Kashmir rakh lo, hume Lata de do!"Prime Minister Manmohan Singh, after a particularly exasperating summit with Pakistan PM Gilani, who Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-3173184066955174992009-10-24T14:54:00.003+05:302009-10-24T15:08:11.979+05:30Whaat Aee Joke!"Alright then. I'm off.""Really? Why? What's the hurry?""Well, I'm not feeling very well. I think it's heart palpitations. Like a bit of a fluttering, every now and then. I don't feel very right. No, your hand across my neck and waist is helping much.""Huh? Why is that? Did you eat something wrong last night? Maybe you should stop thrusting your hips like that.""I don't know. I'm just afraid ... Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-32318894671618358342009-09-28T01:22:00.003+05:302009-09-28T01:56:01.688+05:30I Demand A RemakeThe three men, in dark suits, gulped as they stepped off the helicopter. He smoothed his own suit and led the way into the cave-like opening. A tall, gaunt guard at the opening of the cave checked them for weapons. He snickered malevolently and let them pass through. Not that they dared carry anything in with them even slightly dangerous.Inside, the cave floor was lined with large blocks of stoneConfused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-62787722467345990512009-09-21T22:45:00.000+05:302009-09-21T22:46:06.112+05:30Jai KisaanManipal, 21st September: Faced with the consequences of downsizing in the post-recessionist economic scenario, thousands of students have decided to abandon the desperate clammering for IT jobs and resorted to farming on Facebook's popular real-time simulated world, Farmville."Instead of spending 6 months training under an IT company, for a job which they may cancel at any time, I prefer the Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-71586588886376215082009-09-17T00:43:00.001+05:302009-09-17T00:45:35.866+05:30Something's Wrong With The World ...... when a newspaper cites a report declaring "Cancer linked to depression among patients".Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-16389615814538045892009-09-13T22:10:00.000+05:302009-09-13T22:12:34.339+05:30The [insert num] Rules To [insert good quality]The path to inner happiness lies in being happy with your own self and making everyone around you happy too. He who is selfish and cruel to others will never find contentment. He who takes the last slice of cake will forever be plagued by indigestion. The joy of living is in bringing smiles to the faces of your friends and family. Spread joy. Spread sweet happiness. Wake up with a smile. Eat Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-66927523898557116882009-09-13T12:35:00.001+05:302009-09-13T12:37:09.609+05:30Your ChoiceYou are what you want to be. You are what you think of. You are what you speak. You are where you stand. You are the first thing that you want to write on a piece of paper. You are what you make. Your wish is the command. Like the planets and the stars, you bend your universe around you. Everything takes the shape you give it.Accept the responsibility.Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-39631294710636007432009-09-10T01:35:00.001+05:302009-09-10T01:46:14.305+05:30Earth HistoryA civilization constructed physically impossible and geometrically daunting tombs for their dead kings, displaying unparalleled artistic and engineering abilities. Stone boulders more than twice the size of any man are placed in a circle, with astronomical significance and remarkable constructional precision. A man walked on water and cured the sick, turned bread into wine. The son of God was Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-31051608062463842132009-09-07T00:55:00.002+05:302009-09-07T01:00:42.021+05:30ChoiceBuffets confuse me. Even more than menus.What really is the correct strategy?1. Pay due respect to every cuisine offered. Indulge in small quantities of everything.2. Take what you like, at that moment. Ignore the rest of the dishes.The problem with the former is that you over-indulge. Walking back becomes very difficult.The problem with the latter is the cruelty and discrimination inherent in Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-90074589232358960232009-08-30T13:17:00.004+05:302009-08-30T13:39:18.153+05:30Citizen JournalistHe heard her scream. Not just once. Twice he heard her.The first call to alert anyone nearby (as they were advised to do), followed a few seconds later by the unrehearsed, desperate scream for help.He would remember his hurried steps, which had not once slowed down, but quickened instead. He was scurrying, scurrying for cover, he thought. The notion was ridiculous, but one he could not get away Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-65550564546582465702009-06-20T00:58:00.001+05:302009-06-20T00:58:49.311+05:30Fighting Fighting“Do you think they … ?”“Of course. It’s a first principle. Everyone knows that!”“But wouldn’t it be a little silly to do that? I mean, one can’t typecast them as frivolous, fruity fools, can one?”“One can. Nice thing that, by the way. Let me try. Shallow, silly sociophiles.”“Is that a even a word? Sociophiles?”“You behave like an idiot, again. Has that ever stopped me? Now you go.”“Hmm. Extreme Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-87034391715241561462009-06-07T09:02:00.002+05:302009-06-07T09:08:30.011+05:30None ReallyWith great power, comes great responsibility.That applies to the power of freedom as well. If your facebook page says "Political Views: none" but can proclaim loudly which Bollywood actor you will grow up to become, or whether you're a bloodsucking vampire or an evil genius, there is something wrong there.There will be no foreboding. There will be no chimes, or bells in a stormy night. We will beConfused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-51887227037668744212009-05-27T19:30:00.000+05:302009-05-27T19:31:17.039+05:30Man of ActionSitting lonely.Forlorn.Except for your thoughts. Resounding off the walls.Coupling. And stringing together plans.It is time to act now.Get up. Flush. Recapture your life tonight.Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-2194761496529998822009-05-24T21:11:00.000+05:302009-05-24T21:14:44.761+05:30The NetworkConfused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-57780745526610460352009-05-21T00:52:00.003+05:302009-05-21T02:32:54.417+05:30In Need Indeed"Did you ever think that ... maybe we talk too much? Just sitting here, every now and then, talking?""So ... you wanna do stuff with me? Dude, I'm not so sure.""Not in that sense, insanely insecure prick. I mean, a little less conversation. More activity? Get out there? Do things?""Look, calm down. I just don't want to jeopardise our relationship. We're friends. You don't want to lose that do youConfused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-55213340668366331182009-05-15T19:30:00.003+05:302009-05-15T20:31:22.141+05:30Horcrux"A Horcrux is an object in which a person has concealed part of his soul.""So...?""Have I told you how often you sound to me so terribly naive? So ill-fitted in that look of a smart somebody? What gives your parents right to raise a child that would look all the parts of an intelligent, sustaining human being but inside be as empty as a shell?""What did they think they were doing? Why did they Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-38111727757595622902009-05-05T22:01:00.003+05:302009-05-05T22:18:40.750+05:30Things I Grew Up OnNow I only remember ... MOJO JOJO!God knows how many times I've seen this movie..."They're dancing in the aisles in Sharjah!"The peak of my cricket-fan fervor. I think Indians were meant to stay underdogs forever. I cannot support a dominant Indian cricket team.Power Extreme Treme Treme! Also include minor fascination for Crystal Kane.Fall over laughing and perish, die, cease to draw breath. The Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-41470412282429065212009-05-01T19:55:00.002+05:302009-05-01T20:14:37.442+05:30A Fool's Hell"What do you think happens when people invent their own lives?""In the sense of creating a reality? How do you mean?""I mean, you and I, we drink. Right?""Well, yeah. Cheers, by the way. What do you mean?""Cheers, it is. I mean, when there isn't enough time to have done all that you want to be doing already, and you don't really like waiting for life to come - what do we do? We invent our lives."Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-19548205247782013072009-04-23T00:37:00.003+05:302009-04-23T01:35:06.813+05:30My Life Has ValueOver 1 billion people.I want to know what we are made of. I don't understand how we function. How do we stay together? How are so many of us staying in this same place, quite easily too small for 1/6th of the world?These aren't philosophical questions. It is just about rationality. Rationality does not seem to apply to this at all.How do we stay together? So many religions, so many different Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-7388995595442275242009-04-15T21:00:00.003+05:302009-04-15T21:14:09.077+05:30Burning BridgesIn keeping thoughts to yourself, there is a feeling of security in knowing that secrets are safe and nobody can judge. Of course, since nobody can know.He knew this and practiced this. The feeling of security was well worth any downsides, as past follies clearly illustrated.Small wonder then that when the chronic illness showed itself for what it was, he was in too much shock to understand. Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-23152709228142418412009-04-13T15:15:00.002+05:302009-04-13T15:22:33.166+05:30To All That Could Have BeenYou died a long time ago. I denied it at that moment, when I first saw your sleeping form. I have continued to ignore it ever since.Today, the denial has broken down. By itself. Weeds grew slowly against the wall, expanding in the many crevices of slipshod, hurried construction. The endless rains battered the stone and the patchy masonry was washed away.Now, worse than your dying, what hurts is Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-25941394910203343632009-04-12T09:04:00.005+05:302009-04-12T09:44:40.005+05:30Gangster Murder Train IdiotYes, Mr. Hashmi, I am very pleased to inform you that I have a major part for you in my new movie.Really? I'm so excited! What do I do?It's really something very unique. You play a gangster, waylaid since his early childhood. The pains of his growing up years have hardened him up inside, and he lacks the open emotion of a normal person. Everything is bottled up inside him, since he has never had Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-57294727304537269472009-04-06T23:52:00.006+05:302009-04-14T14:43:44.952+05:30Career Planning[With more than sufficient high-fiving and over-due credits to Trivik. Happy?]Put on a parachute and jump off a plane, into an ocean ten thousand feet below.Go sailing in Australia and pick up the accent. Run Parkour, drive thousands of miles and live in a shed in a ranch 200 acres across.Smoke up in a police station in Amsterdam. Hit a policeman, run around the buffoon calling him names, drunk Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-34553248304722553712009-04-03T00:02:00.004+05:302009-04-03T00:11:30.094+05:30TransmissionIn a land far, far away once, a man screamed.In a land (as compared) merely far away, the wise woman heard.She swallowed, feeling his pain.Her piano she played, mournful that night.Sadness travels faster than the speed of light. Are you listening, Mr. Hawking?The keys strike notes within the boundaries of a chord, frozen in time, an arpeggio to some.Reaching out in every direction, connecting Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-20407523769156056002009-03-22T00:35:00.000+05:302009-03-22T00:36:49.919+05:30Monkey TortureConfused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-91105754257857857832009-03-15T08:37:00.002+05:302009-03-15T08:51:00.566+05:30A Humble StatueCries of screeching birdsOver a lapping shoreRocks glisten, smooth in blackMoss growing beneath my feetStill Steady UnmovingThe mist flies over the rocksLittle airplanes screaming to warChaos, Brownian, in the desperate pleasTo die and killOr to survive and somehow, in some wayReturn to normal?The closer I moveThe tougher it isThe waves block my visionSpraying endless shrouds over my eyesBut I Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-45256974659472139402009-03-13T19:24:00.002+05:302009-03-13T19:27:10.764+05:3010 Million And Counting!I wonder how often this still happens with me.Sigh.Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-61458858509915590702009-03-10T22:31:00.002+05:302009-03-10T22:32:52.989+05:30Song And LyricsPain is not what you feel when someone hurts you. It can't be inflicted by someone else on you. That happens when you accept that defeat.Or maybe it is pain. But it's a different kind of pain, then.But in my mind, real pain is when you really want something, or do something, and it is your own self that confines you. To me, that is the greater pain. I know what it is like. You feel like a tragic Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-11584307111346556142009-02-17T19:29:00.003+05:302009-02-17T19:35:56.778+05:3025 Random Things About MeI shall finally, also, give in to The Tag.1. I stare into space a lot. I'm not thinking of anything. I'm not listening to you. I'm not wondering about anything. And I'm definitely not sad! I'm blank. I like how my head can suspend things like that.2. My 2nd toe is longer than my big toe. Apparently that means I'm going to be raped by angry monkeys, according to tradition and folklore.3. I count Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-66997433448054216122009-02-14T23:13:00.004+05:302009-02-14T23:42:33.280+05:30Yes Minister!Hats off to the Consortium. A peaceful Valentine's Day - no glitches, no involuntary marriages and no out-of-season rakhis. Apparently, pink chaddis have uses no one had thought of before.[I secretly want to try it in the 26/11 face-off with Pakistan. Who knows? Might work? What say?]Seeing as how things worked out so well this V-Day, on behalf of men everywhere I would like to put forward a Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-88215116266429177972009-02-02T21:28:00.004+05:302009-02-02T22:03:52.157+05:30Master Plan*Don't worry. They're right where we want them. You see, man is the most irrational animal of all. He wanders lifelong in search for idle idols and mythical gods. He finds wonder in some things little and in all things grand. He would sell himself to proclaim the myth superior to himself and to all his fellowmen. He worships a rock, man-made. He decorates a belief, which came out of a mind just Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-89935926672597011832009-01-26T22:44:00.003+05:302009-01-26T23:24:32.563+05:30A DissertationOn The Urban Prevalence of The Cheerleader EffectThat it exists within our society is a fact none may deny. That it pervades our very senses to the point of blindness is becoming a social epidemic without apparent cure.Information and awareness being the most prominent tools of survival amongst all of mankind in this age, any data available that points towards its cause and its rapid, Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-22531586131230304032009-01-20T18:52:00.005+05:302009-01-20T19:06:46.250+05:30He What??Until I saw it with my own eyes, I didn't believe it either.But its true. There is a Deol who can act...Ring the bells!Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-34844587314551967852009-01-01T10:23:00.002+05:302009-01-01T10:28:59.360+05:30Day OneYou know what hurts the most? It's the memories you leave behind.But isn't that also the part that warms us the most?Maybe it is. Anyway, I'm clearing off now. But you keep in mind that you don't slacken! It's a tough job taking over from me, 2009. You might be shiny at the edges and glittery and exciting right now, but the grind will take it's toll. Mind it.You leave some big boots to fill, 2008Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-42475272113404717182008-12-27T19:25:00.003+05:302008-12-27T19:34:22.913+05:30There's A Thing That's Inside Of My HeadGOINDIGO.INHa! That's like an oxymoron.An oxymoron? No, you idiot, you mean palindrome. And it is not.Isn't it? Just reverse it and ...Nooo! It is not! Okay, take the syllables for one thing. GO-IN-DI-IN-GO would be okay. But it is not that. So, my first "Ha" to you comes about now. Ha.Okkaaay. And...?The letters, you douche. DI is not reversible. GO and IN aren't reversible. So, I give to you myConfused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-3687670382148165252008-12-27T18:37:00.003+05:302008-12-27T19:24:52.548+05:30This I Say To YouThe reason they shout, even when speaking into a mic, the reason they flash big bold letters in red blocks every 3 seconds and the reason their eyes always look ready to pop out in consternation and in shock 'n' awe is that news channels have created a world of their own (like Westlife did once very long ago) - everything is going by at the speed of light and only the flashy ones survive.So news Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-63110879375667785542008-12-17T02:20:00.003+05:302008-12-17T02:24:59.941+05:30To Nobody In ParticularHow?? How do you turn any non-consequential, innocent term into a perverted sentence? How do you find sexual innuendos in everything, even something that's just so sweet? Shameless! Shameless!How? How do you manage to turn every topic, no matter where it starts, to yourself? How does everything have to do with your life and your thoughts and what you got to eat the day before? I should ask you Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-26379794274524140642008-12-16T16:53:00.004+05:302008-12-16T17:42:59.442+05:30Ten Reasons Why I WILL NOT Comb/Cut My Hair1. The last time I ran a comb through it, it got caught in the brambles and came out twisted and shaking, whispering of a fell power deep inside whose horrors may not be described. Mysterious scratch marks of the beast, or its minions, marked it's formerly smooth facade. And no matter how much I beseeched it to, it would not go in again.Sometimes it clatters and falls off the stand on to the Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-33616953606579478852008-12-11T00:21:00.002+05:302008-12-11T00:26:14.847+05:30take a chance with usi could say so muchdo say.i'll blog it but no one will read coz no one reads anymore life's too much nawho has time to stop running to take a breath to sit without a watchand watchthe thoughts run by a thousand mindswondering together.. why nothing ever stopsConfused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-11593477298874104782008-12-09T16:56:00.004+05:302008-12-09T17:06:09.042+05:30Where's My Seat?Is it panic? Is it the start of that life of "quiet desperation"?Is it a sudden crash back to ground level?The change in your expression in a flash of a second, as you realize everyone else has a plan already.Do you choke? Or do you blink and take a step back? Maybe turn away so they don't see, or laugh along so they don't see?What do you do when you find out their plans have no space for you? NoConfused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-23097790493826727472008-12-03T02:24:00.002+05:302008-12-03T02:31:12.908+05:30Why Won't You?There is no strength in optimism.A desperate, frantic attempt to claw at what's letting go of you.Stretching your arms and your fingers to hold, for some more time perhaps, something which can't be with you, close and comfortable, without end.Begging and pleading, ignoring fact and embracing fantasy, to have what you cannot.There is strength in being able to let go.All things leave. Let it go andConfused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-80996392845863400052008-11-20T00:18:00.002+05:302008-11-20T01:28:25.772+05:30CivilizedWith paint and blade, the man hunts in the woods. His feet step lightly, and no twigs break below him. The night forest has no sounds. There is just a heavy stillness. The sound of his breathing beats against the blanket of silence and returns unsuccessful back to him, filling his own ears.The tribe waits for him, waits for him to prove his age. He must hunt the tiger and bring him back to the Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-37287876794847989692008-11-15T05:52:00.002+05:302008-11-15T06:15:33.133+05:30I'm Going?From the moment it was first suggested to me, I didn't want to go. Afterwards, they changed the argument so that now only I could do it. So I had to go.I still didn't want to go.Even after I'd heaved my rucksack down off the top of the almirah and dusted it and thrown in the standard toothbrush, underwear and necktie, I didn't want to go.But there's something about a village railway station post Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-83560659359951938422008-10-28T22:29:00.006+05:302008-10-28T22:49:40.041+05:30Who's That Blue Guy?In case the lights ever fall short, we make damn sure He can track his way back by sound.Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-49054274032221521362008-10-24T23:35:00.009+05:302008-10-27T00:16:57.926+05:30The Bad Calculator Analogy To Life & Profound ThingsShit man, this calculator is just too awesome.He says this out of the middle of nowhere. The adjective is inappropriate for the noun in question. And the word 'calculator' is pronounced an emphatic 'caliculator'. He usually says things in that way, so this time I only spare a left raised eyebrow in C's direction. The teacher is performing one of our favourite lullabies - Geometric Modelling usingConfused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-49050417036920624082008-10-22T09:09:00.001+05:302008-10-22T09:15:41.009+05:30Back In Black Ice!Oh link, glorious link!Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-88885685663864324392008-10-22T08:28:00.001+05:302008-10-22T08:29:57.478+05:30Morning RoutineThe uncanny similarities with XKCD are beginning to scare me now.Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-35023602039926073832008-10-08T19:03:00.003+05:302008-10-08T19:06:17.972+05:30Empty Pots ClatterSometimes there are things you just can't say without sounding cliched.It has been said before. It has been used before. Everyone does it. It's the easiest way out!And yet, sometimes you still really want to. But you can't. What will they say?So, we shan't.Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-61425416343331048552008-10-06T00:07:00.005+05:302008-10-06T00:45:02.713+05:30A Mouth Gone Dry & An Aching Neck*If you looked, you could see the cuts of the stone-cutting tool the sculptor must have used. On this very piece of stone in front of you, some 2000 years ago, the man had chopped and sliced. With delicate cuts, maybe afraid of a mistake, or perhaps with daring strong strokes, the sign of a master, he had worked days and nights to produce this face.If you looked deeply, you would ask yourself, Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-91871388830036339852008-09-30T06:48:00.002+05:302008-10-06T22:42:22.480+05:30[The date on the picture is off by one year. Apologies.]Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-31099809901659974672008-09-29T17:54:00.003+05:302008-09-29T18:04:10.015+05:30The Royal Dutch TreatmentSo, you guys. Have you been waiting here very long?Ah yes. Our flight got cancelled, they brought us back from midway. And we've been sitting here since morning now.Aaah okay. I shift you to Business Class. That good?Yes! Please!Some things in life money can't buy. Not when you're not earning yet.Ticket from Amsterdam to Mumbai which got cancelled: Rs. 20000.Waiting at the Airport munching on Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-19159348687914378612008-09-12T19:45:00.003+05:302008-09-12T20:06:25.658+05:30One Word. Fusilli.The author of his blog humbly begs leave of absence. For only a little while, you understand, as he...err...roams about a bit.Oh, snicker snicker. Jump for joy, jump for joy. Such charm, such poise in one so young! How could they refuse the visa?Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-80322678330572625742008-09-08T08:48:00.003+05:302008-09-08T08:52:02.725+05:30I Was At Work!Oh God! I forgot! Damn!It's been two years! Over two years!Damn. I forgot![Does this blunder have at least the one solitary silver lining? In that I can henceforth be considered not as egotistical as I'm so often made out to be?]Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-38683808546398657162008-09-05T23:23:00.004+05:302008-09-05T23:53:20.475+05:30Just To See What We GetWhat does this button do, I wonder?Even as he began to press down upon the big, red button, the process started within him. As his finger pressed down further, he felt the expansion in his mind.It was like a release. So many knots unloosened somewhere inside, so many twisted threads straightened once more. He stretched out in this expansion, this gaseous occupation of his soul in a bigger and Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-75941450184704165382008-09-03T23:35:00.002+05:302008-09-04T00:09:59.942+05:30Karnataka State HighwayCha?Uh? What?Cha? Tea?Oh. Haan theek hai.And I realized the truck was stopped. It had grown dark. My watch said it almost midnight.He got off from the driver's side. An old man he was. Our shipment interested him, he said. Were we engineers?Yes, I replied. Students.So are my sons. Three of them. I'm just barely paying the fees by driving long distances. Let's hope it's worth it.I stretched my Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-22424800386669937312008-08-26T01:02:00.004+05:302008-08-26T01:28:32.762+05:30Don't Kill Me For ThisWith heart and with soul, he sings. A rich tone emanates from his lips, and his words are proud with a head held high.He sings of might and of strength. He sings to inspire warriors and march armies.In my mind, he is standing upon a ship's mast, back erect and gaze directed towards the horizon. He sings loudly, stretching out his lungs. Breathing in great gulps of air, he sings into the wind. In Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-44969759126492789362008-08-24T17:26:00.003+05:302008-08-24T17:38:11.114+05:30Fetch Me My PencilWe should make a list of things to do before we turn a certain age, an age to be accepted as a threshold beyond which the listed points would hold little or no consequence. Or at least wouldn't be as much fun anymore.Say 30 years.Because then wouldn't it be extremely depressing? To reach age 30? And not have a tattered, ticked-out list to look down upon?It would.Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-44515085086110006782008-08-20T17:11:00.003+05:302008-08-20T17:43:00.424+05:30DisgustingRubbing his eyes, he wakes up slowly. His arms ache and his back hurts, like they always do whenever he does anything. Which is exactly why he doesnt't want to do anything! Ever! But would they listen? No! Get up, they say. Go to school, they say. Pay attention. Do your homework. Get away from that TV, how dare you!Sigh...Strange this life, he thinks. No doubt things will get simpler and rosier Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-63323101288026794212008-08-17T18:44:00.003+05:302008-08-17T19:49:44.282+05:30To Do Or Not To Do Is Not Really A QuestionHe wrote it all out on a blank sheet of paper. He sat first at his desk, having had a long, satisfying bath. He felt clean and untouched by every day's grime. This way made it better.He sat at his desk. He took out a pen from the pen-stand. Upon the clean sheet of paper, he wrote the title "LIST - Sorting Out My Life". He wrote it exactly at the center of the line, the line itself on the top of Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-67646037991567754752008-08-11T16:58:00.003+05:302008-08-11T17:02:45.042+05:30A Travelling ManI am going to apply for certificate of vagabond.And I think I could prepare a doctoral thesis on travelling by the West Coast Express. Not to mention arriving at train stations early in the morning, groggy and irritated, to be greeted by indistinguishable languages reaching for my luggage. Yes, yes. Once I'm done with all this, I will.Oh, yes.Till then, off I go again.Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-34612676840399223922008-08-09T13:29:00.004+05:302008-08-09T13:38:16.080+05:30Three Fat Ladies All In A RowI still write the date on the top left corner of my notebooks, every day in class. Which is why I noticed yesterday was 8/8/8.Minute (and not to mention extremely suspect) as the joy might seem, it was quite cool to me.I can't wait for 9th September next year!I like number plates that add up to square numbers. And I subconsciously add up the numbers in every car that passes by me. I feel let downConfused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-9543956381778887022008-08-01T18:49:00.002+05:302008-08-01T19:01:35.852+05:30The Joke's On YouThere is...a key...for everything. For everyone. You won't like to hear of it. But I know.Should I tell you what it is?They look at me like that. They stare. I didn't do nothing! It was...my father. He made me...smile...this...way. I hated my father. But I like this. I like to smile.I don't know what to do. I can't sleep. I can't breathe. I can't LIVE like this. I have to get out. I have to do Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-48745084165703157252008-07-31T18:53:00.004+05:302008-07-31T19:14:21.342+05:30Lame Ass Pun of DaySo, you've paid your mess dues yet?Nah...I'm not in a mess. Not since first semester.Whaat? Where do you go then?I...? Oh...I just mess around. So to say.----------------------------------------------------Am I really getting away with this?Oh, yes.Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-57155436242160524282008-07-23T12:27:00.003+05:302008-07-23T13:07:30.964+05:30Ancient History. And Paleontology.It all began with AskJeeves for me. I was young then and had just begun on the Wodehousian journey. So the search engine appealed to me, with its bright red letters proclaiming me to ASK, and an image of Jeeves, butler, beaming and standing tall in white and black.There were many search engines that we used then that we don't any longer. Dogpile, Altavista, About etc etc. I could never get myselfConfused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-86050480661229861392008-07-18T11:49:00.001+05:302008-07-18T11:51:43.640+05:30Oh You Cynic You...I AM THE WINNAH!! THE WINNAH!!Of something. But seriously now, I won.Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-55683811663236786202008-07-15T23:52:00.003+05:302008-07-16T00:19:14.403+05:30An Ode On The Loss Of A Beloved FriendWe learn, as the elders say, with age. For with age comes wisdom, is it not?Age brings journeys to completion. Age brings years and years of simple, everyday being.Years bring experiences. Experiences we never thought we would have. Experiences whose effect on us is something we can never know, until they occur.So, we must continue to breathe. To breathe is to continue to live. To live is to Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-53940087182862779972008-07-11T01:46:00.003+05:302008-07-11T01:58:37.340+05:30UlyssesI feel its a hidden bonus, if you haven't read everything that's great too early. Or have it handed to you as a course requirement. It's nice to make a 'discovery' once in a while, by yourself.-------------------------------------------------------------It little profits that an idle king,By this still hearth, among these barren crags,Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and doleUnequal laws unto a Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-38961071117663949492008-07-06T15:19:00.003+05:302008-07-06T15:34:04.395+05:30The Case of The Strange & Mysterious Mr. TweedIn a sleepy town like ours, not much really ever happened. Small, inconsequential events were talked about for days and weeks afterward, for want of anything better. The name of the neighbour's new born son was, I remember, a topic of heated debate for several weeks. If someone purchased new furniture, we'd talk about his taste (or lack of it), how he could have arranged for the money, if his Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-41306507604594948022008-06-29T12:59:00.005+05:302008-06-29T13:38:16.822+05:30Rebel!Regarding the application of shampoo on the male scalp, there are two distinct schools of thought.The first school of thought advocates the conventional process of applying shampoo on the wet scalp and gently massaging with the tips of your fingers. As illustrated by countless television commercials, you also take some time to grin widely at yourself in the mirror. Then computer special effects Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-36171919801807074402008-06-27T00:05:00.002+05:302008-06-27T00:09:30.129+05:30TestimonialTo Kyra, of all the gifts and odes and beautiful cliches written on cards, nothing could beat this for humiliating you more.[Source: Everyday People Cartoons]Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-32396240678234482862008-06-18T10:57:00.006+05:302008-06-18T13:26:13.342+05:30Fog Of WarThe sun shone brightly over their heads. There were no clouds today. The great works described it otherwise, he thought. Not like this. There were to be no dark clouds of battle, no ominous fog of war. It was a hot, baked summer day, and as he trotted his horse in front of the flank cavalry charge, he could see a stirring against the far horizon. They knew what was coming. Everyone had heard themConfused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-55599347830990528792008-06-05T11:53:00.007+05:302008-06-05T23:30:11.141+05:30Toodle-oo! (And Is The Caesar Syndrome Kicking In AGAIN?-Owing to the fact that we are doing something* useful with our life and times after a hiatus of some 20 years (doesn't seem that long, does it? it never does, it never does), we take this opportunity to arrogantly throw an excuse of absence at your face and strut out of the room, oh the very essence of might, nonchalance*, awesomeness and god-what-jhinchak!But don't cry, my dear. Don't cry. Be Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-75254383489167556642008-05-26T03:12:00.004+05:302008-05-27T19:47:30.176+05:30Oh...Ya...You Know...So we don't have much time. So we're students. Studying is our first duty, above any need for recreation, leisure or basic human sustenance. Very spartan, I tell you. That shouldn't mean we can't see each other. Of course we can! And we can sit, and we can chat. Even if there is really nothing to say. I mean who wants to talk about exams, right? Which colour pen I used? Does it really matter if IConfused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-76068408834978239892008-05-23T00:57:00.002+05:302008-05-23T01:01:20.002+05:30* Radio Edit *I solemnly swear that I shall bite your head off if I ever find you out. So, begin counting your days now, and hope that you never ever run into me.And that stands for you too, God!Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-29606928002603000422008-05-21T01:05:00.006+05:302008-05-21T02:05:31.139+05:30Sympathy For The DevilAnother bomb blows up another part of town in another country another month, and I look at you.I watch the splattering of blood, the ripping apart of metal and the shattering glass panes, and I smile at the devastation unfolding. I hear the silence in the still millisecond immediately afterwards and I pause to listen in. I hear the rising clatter of shrill cries, the heart-wrenching wails of Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24455458.post-64341360275257999662008-05-13T20:15:00.001+05:302008-05-13T20:17:14.579+05:30LovesickDear M,I wish I could tell you this face to face. I want flowers and a string quartet in front of me as I say it. However, that doesn’t matter.I love you, M. I am not scared of saying it. I know you complain to your friends about your boyfriends being commitment-phobics. Thats not me. I know how you sit alone in your room and read love stories, waiting for a fantasy romance to come alive. I see Confused n Baffledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054418501312922161noreply@blogger.com8