Once I was someone new I was chosen for a while then with time I am changing at least that is what they say..

So, the whole Calcutta seem to be online, today. Blinking red.
All hail, Bandh !! :P


This is a hate song just meant for you
I thought that I'd write it down while I still could
I hope when you hear this you'll want to sue

Oh it's a lonely life in my empty bed
And it's a quiet life that leaks from my head
These are the last rites
The line is dead

Yes, I'm hearing voices too
And I'm more cut up than you

Was I ever crazy? Maybe. Or maybe life is... Crazy isn't being broken or swallowing a dark secret. It's you or me amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child forever. They were not perfect, but they were my friends and by the '70s most of them were out living lives. Some I've seen, some never again, but there isn't a day my heart doesn't find them.

My playlist:

1. Last kiss Pearl Jam
2. Are you there- Anathema
3. Exit ghost- Faderhead
4. Ain't no sunshine- Bill Withers
5. Ever- Team Sleep
6. 2wicky- Hooverphonic
7. Blindfold- Morcheeba
8. July- Katatonia
9. Leaders- Katatonia
10. The diary of Jane- Breaking Benjamin
11. Zombie- The Cranberries
12. Strange and beautiful- Aqualung
13. Humanity- ATB
14. The scientist- Coldplay
15. Extraordinary way- Conjure one

Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that's where I imagine it - there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you'll live forever in your own private library.

I've lost five kilos. So what ??? :|

My target is 60.

Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid

I cannot get over it. I just cannot.

Yes of course, why would you believe me ? You would only believe people who will con you later in life. It's all about you at the end of the day, all about you. I'm so pissed off from last night and all I need you to do is just aplogize and I think you should, but no, all you do is just sleep.

God, please kill MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Pointless thinking is worse than no thinking at all.
-Haruki Murakami.

I think the above applies to you right now.