I need to complain about lots of things today..................

• Nobody is commenting on my blog
• I am not able to write ... intelligent.. so called 'readable posts'
• I am working on a series of documentary films for UNICEF ... getting 20,000 bucks for 2 and a half months but still the feeling of achievement is not there.
• My stupid old friend is not replying to my messages and calls .... and I am regreting having sent that stupid, weird mail to him which was about some stupid intuition I had long back. I feel that he is feeling weird about it... though there is no need to.
• At times .. I cant say things that i should and when I do the time is wrong.
• There is noone who understands me completely and knows me inside out.
• There is noone I understand completely and know everything about him/her.
• My obsession with the words..... Stupid and Weird.
• My parents never ask why I go for shopping then when I want to go to Jama Masjid .. why do they need a reason!!
• I suddenly get over things and also suddenly get obsessed with others. Like these days I am obsessed with Ghazals and I have completely stopped watching TV and listening to western music.

I am going to stop complaining

coz... the fucking world is not listening and nobody cares!!!!

Fuck the title ... read the post.

I always like being with familiar people.
Some strangers... also.... look familiar.
And if that happens to you..... trust me!
Its not a mere coincidence.

I was sitting with my friends
familiar place..... our usual hangout.
The familiar smell of coffee and the very familiar music.
Just then.... a particular feeling overwhelmed me
when I saw that face..... familiar but forgotten.
"I think I know this guy!" I thought.
Off course I did....
An old friend who had just come back to say "Hey ! you are alive .... good! Me too."

Now, I prefer being a part of the crowd
searching for some familiar faces....
That I might have forgotten.

My old friend keeps quoting from Ghalib, and calls him Chacha Ghalib!!

A quote from Ghalib,
" Kab woh sunta hai kahani meri?
Aur woh bhi zabaani meri?"

There are these moments when you want to say so much. But the other person doesn't want to listen.
Even my poor friends, I really pitty them actually, at times I just go on and on about some thing that happened which was very important to me but not so important to them.
Most of the time its about some guy.
Its so funny, that at times you just want someone to sit and listen to all your stories, the little meetings you have with people special to you.
You just want to repeat everything.. all the events once again... everything that he said.... but there is noone you can tell.... noone to hear it all.

its all "bakwas"

I just inspired my very good friend to start her own blog.
It feels nice to get someone else addicted to blogging.... after I have been won over by it.
Though it's been long.... I guess... and I haven't been able to write anything.
I don't know why!!
Things have happened but maybe not significant enough.
Actually ... I am just too lazy to think..
I hope writing was not such a structured process after all.
Why form sentences... are grammer... and look for words... what If you fall short of words.
There should be some other universal language.
Ok!!! I know I am talking rubbish.
But sometimes I like that.
I am going to stop.
I am going to sleep.. and eat...and sleep again.
yeah! that's how I had planned to spend my vacations but now when I am free from all the work ... I have been spending hours sitting in the office of some developmental organization trying to find some summer job for myself.

Now that I should sleep ... because ... I don't have to study my physiology books any more.... I choose to stay awake almost the whole night ... reading "No guns at my son's Funeral".

Do I always have to things things the other way round.