Beyond the facade.

This is that flow of fury
That rage rushing through the veins
Have you ever felt it?

When all becomes hazy except for the target and the source
And you become the center of all the unfairness in this world
When you cannot hear beyond a scream
That begins deep within and bursts forth from your own lungs
The indignation of righteous adrenalin
powering through
Rock music with all its histrionics
Dynamites of the conscious
And yet only half aware
Intent on destroying all in its path
Destroying itself to begin with

This is how people must have killed

Albiet an idiotic and yet a very pure emotion
Untainted by any tact or diplomacy

The bare face of heart-felt hatred

The self assumed right of Youth

The agony and the ecstacy.

Where you gonna go?

Oh the wind whistles down
The cold dark street tonight
And the people they were dancing to the music vibe
And the boys chase the girls with the curls in their hair
While the shy tormented youth sit way over there
And the songs they get louder
Each one better than before

And you're singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?

So your heading down the road in your taxi for four
And you're waiting outside Jimmy's front door
But nobody's in and nobody's home 'til four
So you're sitting there with nothing to do
Talking about Robert Riger and his motley crew
And where you're gonna go and where you're gonna sleep tonight?

And you're singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?

Courtesy: Shruti
Refer : This is the life by Amy Macdonald

Too many things I am addicted to, just too many things I can't live without.
Can't afford to be this dependent. I love my work, why is it then not enough?
Why doesn't life begin & end there, with my papers, my equations and my codes?
The Physics I loved so much.
Why am I so spoilt? So used to all the trimmings and the flutings...
Trying so hard to not let anything slip by, greedily garner all close to my grasp!

Addicted. That's the word!

I really need to let go.....

Strewn.....

Darkness in the light, Rightness in the wrong, Saneness in the mad,

Sadness in the joy, Genius in the gene, Sunset in the East,

Ruby in the Dust, Trust in the Mistrust, Mystery's final page,

Stranger's lonely glance, Hero's only chance

Undiscovered Land, Old school in the tie, Spirit in the sky.

Addiction to academics, forgiveness for friends, forgiveness by friends

Betrayal in loyalties, Excitement in a drab existence,

Adventure in the fear

The well meaning satire, The dissolving music,

Inspirations from faltering Tennis idols.

The sacred in the profane. The worship in the contempt.


I'm the truth you'll never know

I'm the place you'll never go

I'm the will you'll not destroy

I'm an innocent laughter's joy.

*refer: Gin Soaked Boy

My preached self..

Kelso : "Nothing in this world that's worth having comes easy"

Rekhaaon ka ..

khel hai muqaddar
Rekhaon se..
maat kha rahe ho

Ban jayenge..
zeher peete peete
Yeh ashq jo..
peete jaa rahe ho

Tum itna jo..
muskura rahe ho..
Kya gham hai jisko
chhupa rahe ho?

• "If you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms trembling but still trying to hold the world aloft with the last of his strength, and the greater the effort the heavier the world bore down upon his shoulders—what would you tell him to do?"

"I…don’t know. What…could he do? What would you tell him?"

"To shrug."

• I need no warrant for being and no word of sanction upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction.

• The evil of the world is made possible by nothing but the sanction you give it.

People don't change!

• Wilson: "House, you're right. Why not? Why not date you? It's brilliant. We've known each other for years We've put up with all kinds of crap from each other. And we keep coming back. We're a couple."

House: "Are we still speaking metaphorically?"
Wilson: "Amber is exactly what I need and you would agree if you weren't mired in self-loathing, topped with a thin crust of megalomania.

• Wilson: "Do you know what this means?"

House: "That you made one good dating choice. The fabric of the space/time continuum could unravel."
Wilson: "My world could expand. I could form a long-term connection that isn't with you. And since you put the darkest possible construction on everything, you could end up losing a friend. You've thought of all this. And yet you're going along with it. Are you being— self-sacrificing?"
House: "I'll sacrifice a lab rat. I'll sacrifice a fly. I'll sacrifice two hundred on a mudder at Monmouth Park. I don't sacrifice self."