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Monday, February 28, 2005

Dilli Chalo

I am going to Delhi this week. Details later.
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Sunday, February 27, 2005

Things to do

"tell her you think shes cool. tell her why you think shes cool. smell her. talk to her in movie theatres. pick her up and pretend youre going to throw her in the river, she'll scream and fight you, but secretly, she will love it. hold her hand and run, just hold her hand. pick her flowers out of other people's gardens and give them to her. tell her she looks pretty. let her youll pay for stuff even if she doesnt want you to. introduce her to your friends as "the coolest girl i know". sit in the park and talk to her. tell her stupid jokes. just walk around with her. when she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. take her to shows of bands she's never heard. let her fall asleep in your arms. call her. call her back if she calls you. sing to her, no matter how bad you are. carve your names into a tree. get her mad, then kiss her. give her piggy-back rides. give her space if she needs it. stay up with her all night when she's sick. make up pet names for her, but cool ones, not sappy ones. lend her your cds. write on her. make her mixtapes. write her letters. take her to cool shops and let her take you to even cooler ones. listen to all the bands she mentions. dont tell her that her favorite band sucks. when shes sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone even if shes not saying anything. buy her ice cream. let her take all the photos of you she wants. look into her eyes. slow dance with her, even if the music if fast. kiss her in the rain, when you fall in love with her, tell her."
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Thursday, February 24, 2005

A Long Weekend

Movies to watch:
Ray
Million Dollar Baby
Shabd
Serpico
Dances With Wolves
Killing Zoe
Dogville


Books to read:
The Color Purple
Jughead Double Digest No. 62
Death Comes As The End


Thats my plan. Suggestions for improvement are welcome.
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Monday, February 21, 2005

V Day Blues

Most of my V Day was spent chatting with _____ ______ . I wish it was better than that for you. The number of blogs that I read has gone down considerably over the past few weeks but I did not notice a single post about V Day on any of those. Whats the reason? Is dating not fashionable enough in the Bloggywood. Or most of the bloggers are lonely depressed maniacs like me. Anyhow, I got my one and only V Card today, 7 days late.

Der lagi aane main tumko, shukra hai phir bhi aaye to,
Aas ne dil ka saath na chooda, waise hum ghabraaye to....

I know that she will be reading this, so thanks babe.

So, tell me. What did you do on 14th feb?
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Friday, February 18, 2005

Yaadein

khuli aankhon se khwaab dekhta hoon main
tere karib na sahi, door na hoon main...

phir kisi ne aashiqi ki baat chedi hai,
phir muskura ke tera naam le raha hoon main...

misaal purani yaad hai tujhe to sun,
akela tooti shaakh sa beh raha hoon main...

dam-ba-dam beeta thaa saath jo tere,
giraan-maaya ko sahej kar rakha hoon main...
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Thursday, February 03, 2005

Break-Time

I am taking a break. I dont know for how long, may be a day, may be a week... I just dont know.

Daydream, delusion, limousine, eyelash
Oh baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet-cakes and milkshakes
I'm delusion angel
I'm fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don't want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we're going
Latched in life
Like branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I'll carry you
You'll carry me
That's how it could be
Don't you know me?
Don't you know me by now?

-- A Street Poet
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