Tuesday, April 3, 2012

That of a jester.

No, it isn't blissful. It isn't very brave, either. Of all the things that you convinced me for what you were, disappointment wasn't quite a noun present. But then again, I fail to make anything out of you, all of a sudden. I've damaged my own confidence to its debris, for I have not a hint of what goes on in your head; what's been going on in your head. You're the death of a Confrontationalist. The meaningful stays within you bottled up, while all the meaningless rubbish you reiterate from time to time gets on my nerves, what a fool you are. Or what I fool, have I been?
Your repartee stymies me, they aren't enjoyable anymore.
There was a sense of kindness in your eyes, which you try to elude now. There was a sense of honesty in all your joys and laughter, and just why don't they feel sincere anymore? 
You look to me, like an insecure creature of the wild who's been betrayed by its animal instincts.  You're right to be cautious, but what I see is denial. 

Please don't make me regret what doesn't deserve to be, go right ahead and prove me wrong. You're terribly precious a comfort, unabashedly and unjustly important. Your ignorance is sinful, it isn't near to bliss. 

A sad joker haunts; take off that hat, throw away the red ping pong on your nose, your paper painted face must be washed, fall out of that green suit, and wipe off that chalked smile.

Come back, dear boy. Recognition awaits you.
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(Don't ask.  Brain farts have been taking over my existence and I promised fiction, yes I did.)


-Nil.

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    1. And humko tum pasand ho....err.

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    2. ABBE. Galat Hindi ke liye.

      Aap hume bahut pasand hai.

      Sigh.

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    3. Nyahaa. I be bored, bruthur. So bored, I be.

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    4. April, the 16th. Goddamn, what a teaser be it.

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  2. I enjoy your post very much and find it absorbing reading.

    Yvonne.

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    1. Thank you so much, Yvonne. You're so kind :)

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  3. whoooo is this stoopid boy youre spending precious blog post space on?!

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    1. Fiction yaaaa, Revzaaaaaa. Brain fart of the/ for the common man ;)

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  4. Haha Reva is funny. And TOR KI PORIKKHA KONO DIN SHESH HOBE? :O And nice post; keep the farts coming :)

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    1. I know,right. THEY GET OVER IN 12 DAYS. Sheldon says 'Bitches go crazy' :D
      And 'keep the farts coming' -- I'm going to have to say, that was my favorite of all the comments, yes :P

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  5. Pretty Amazing. :)

    I don't think these are some random sentences from your mind/brain.

    Sensible and nicely written.
    Keep them coming..

    Take Care. :)

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    1. Why, thank you!
      Yep, I keep to keep 'em coming. And even if I don't, over emotional fiction driven brain cells will do the job.

      Take care :)

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  6. oh howww much I can relate to this. yes stooped boys are for real. ignorant of their own needs and others'. :/
    an this really doesn't seem to be a brain fart xD

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    1. Is it just me, or does 'brain fart' sound so wrong coming from all you guys, all of a sudden xD

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  8. 'Why'd you have to go and make things so complicated?'
    (yeah I am quoting Avril now...talk about major writer's block)

    And that, my friend, is no brain fart!

    P.S. please delete the previous comment...total mistake with the linking :P

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    1. Yes, quoting Avril Lavigne my friend, is indeed a writer's block!
      You'll get over it, go open the dashboard flood gates ;)

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    1. Hehe thanks sis :)

      P.S- Exams end in 12 days :') GET HERE ASAP AFTER WHICH, YOU WILL :D

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  10. Don't let anyone else have you play on their fingertips and make you regret. :-) You're not a fool and nobody should make you feel that way.

    Nicely penned, btw.

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    1. Absoluuuutely, hells yes.
      And thank you, and for a change, this literally was penned on paper first, instead of blogger. Mid night insomnia and a broken writers block and a coupla hundred stories in my head to be out into one did help ;)

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  11. Nilanajanaaaa! I am so sorry I haven't been around, babe! Coaching classes 5 hours, seven days a week! :( You didn't really ask for an explanation, but you know, I sort of felt like I owed you one! =P
    This is pretty damn great, really is. Glad to be back in here :)

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    1. Eyyy Ruhani! Chill it be, yo. I get the coaching classes bit, brother. Bunch of Sciencee mates slogging it out, still :|

      And thank you, for both :)

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  12. when i was reading this, i was actually reminded of something i wrote back in high school. i remember feeling this way a lot back then and it's just so interesting how you realize that other people can relate, even years after the fact.

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  13. Very very touching it was! Well written!

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  14. because life is not a DSLR and your imperfections cannot be blurred in the background. blotch...ohh wait now i dunno why i typed this :)

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    1. Neither do I, but makes sense nevertheless :)

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  15. Oh lets just go eat ice cream and talk about what is life. And hi :)

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    1. Hahaha, OR cheesecake. Seriously. Cheese cake, I tell you. Life makes sense after cheese cake.
      And hello, youuu. :)

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