Wednesday, November 5, 2008
ummmm....hmmmmm
Sitting here wasted and wounded
At this old piano
Trying hard to capture
The moment this morning I don't know
'Cause a bottle of vodka
Is still lodged in my head
And some blonde gave me nightmares
I think that she's still in my bed
As I dream about movies
They won't make of me when I'm dead
With an ironclad fist I wake up and
French kiss the morning
While some marching band keeps
Its own beat in my head
While we're talking
About all of the things that I long to believe
About love and the truth and
What you mean to me
And the truth is baby you're all that I need
I want to lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonite I sleep on a bed of nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on a bed of roses
Well I'm so far away
That each step that I take is on my way home
A king's ransom in dimes I'd given each night
Just to see through this payphone
Still I run out of time
Or it's hard to get through
Till the bird on the wire flies me back to you
I'll just close my eyes and whisper,
Baby blind love is true
I want to lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonite I sleep on a bed of nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on a bed of roses
The hotel bar hangover whiskey's gone dry
The barkeeper's wig's crooked
And she's giving me the eye
I might have said yeah
But I laughed so hard I think I died
Now as you close your eyes
Know I'll be thinking about you
While my mistress she calls me
To stand in her spotlight again
Tonite I won't be alone
But you know that don't
Mean I'm not lonely I've got nothing to prove
For it's you that I'd die to defend
I want to lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonite I sleep on a bed of nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on a bed of roses
d only ceratinity in d world is uncertainity....
bt den agin...
"sumtimes d only thing dat is reqd to chng d world is not 2 b changed by it"....
Sunday, November 2, 2008
DIS IS MY HOSTEL....
This is my hostel…I stay in preetilata hall of residence of NIT,Dgp….one of d premier colleges of India,possibly next in line to the IIT’s.i m posting ftr a long time…bt der,dnt blame me for wenevr I sat to write I ws eithr so scared dat I had 2 luk to the window of my 1st floor rum evry 10 seconds wether deres sum peepin tom waching me (nd my concentraton went 2 dogs)…..or odrwise I ws staring fixedly towards d door in fear of a 5feet snake trying 2 venture thru d crack of my door…all dis in 1st floor room of one f d most esteemed colleges of India…yes dis is my hostel.
We hav a common joke floating in d hostel corridors….i’l suffer 4rm urinary infection cuz I dnt go 2 d loo late in d n8s 4 fear of eithr jst being bitten by d snake or being hurt by a thief roamin’ in d corridors….gawwwwd…gimme a brek,seriously in a girls hostel…v hav a case where a man was caught around 4 45 in d morning wid his hands inside d room f a pre final year in d 2nd floor.are u kidin me?pls…my parents didn’t send me her 2 b filmed in a flick or being bitten in a ghastly manner…nobody’s did.
We don’t hav d l8 nite chats cuz I m scared 2 rtrn 2 my rum ftr d bhaat session…..we dnt go 2 d bathrums,ndrstandly…..nd we alwaz keep our windows locked evn tho we mite b suffocating inside 4 fear of sumbody waving thru d windows…dis is my hostel.Wat wrse man,final year f d college…
Nd 2 mak maters worse dis is d icing on d cake….d security guards mocks us dat v mite hav ‘invited’ guards inside…..hw dare he….our application 2 beef up d security in nd around d hostel is lost in dis xtremely loooooooong process of ‘administrative hierarchy’…nd 2 talk abt dguards nt killin d snake…he goes around in d jungle(dat is d area around d hostel) at 9 30 in d n8(he lies well) 2 luk 4 d snake W/O A TORCH. Kill me…
Dis is my hostel…or is dis?
P.S- 2mrw we r goin 2 go 2 d director…..no longer d administrative hierarchy….fuk d system...