Can't wait for the 30th of November. Just cannot.

I miss RM. :(
I'll miss the weekends.
I'll miss relaxing over a smoke and exchanging all the gossip.
I'll miss fighting over what to get for you, and then running down.
I'll miss seeing you, play God!


I cannot put all these down here, it is simply NOT possible. Thangod, I have my best friend, as my roomie. No, roomie isn't the right word. It can never be. Roomie is someone you meet somewhere, and then you don't have anyone to stay with, you room with the person, despite you hating the person, but having no other choice.

This is different. This one is filled with emotions, not only that, Love. Love will always be there. It cannot survive without it.


So, I won't say with or without you.

It is ALWAYS with you.

My Twin. Hug!

I miss Bangalore so much. :( It is so boring here in Calcutta, I miss my normal life and the most of all, I miss my work, I miss the responsibilities that were given to me. :( I wanted to come to Calcutta, wanted fun to last for a very short span of time and then go back, so that I could savor the small/little things, in my head. But here, not that, am I having no fun, (I'm up for it, but not in the mood) but it's plain normal.

All I do is laze around and do nothing, I understand the fact that I need to rest, but the question is, for how long, how much is enough? When do you know, that you've had enough and the worst part, I'm so full of energy that it's shocking.

I'm having the best stuff at home, but without salt (fuck all the bloody doctors in the world, oh and no meat)

I give you, I need rest.

All day
Staring at the ceiling making
Friends with shadows on my wall
All night
I'm hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good
For something

Hold on
I'm feeling like I'm headed for a
Breakdown
I don't know why

(chorus)
I'm not crazy I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be

See me
Talking to myself in public
And dodging glances on the train
I know
I know they've all been talking 'bout me
I can hear them whisper
And it makes me think there must be something wrong
With me

Out of all the hours thinking
Somehow
I've lost my mind

(chorus)

Talking in my sleep
Pretty soon they'll come to get me
They'll be taking me away

I'm singing in the rain
Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feelin'
I'm happy again

Stuff here have started to piss me off, too.

I'm glad that I am going home next month.

I feel so mean sometimes. And it's just not me. We Calcuttans have become so self centered and mean from the time, we've started residing in this city. Maybe it's good after all, maybe this is the way to get rid of people/one's past.

Wait a minute, I said. MAYBE. :D

The last bash