[Nikunj Bansal]

since its open and after a long time too, and the log had to be maintained too, like a cronjob. the easy solution. send it anyway. but why not set time for send, tomorrow morning? oohhhh, this just sent blood down my pelvis. and the flight has felt, oh yeah yeah yeah, and i'm the pilot, oh yeah yeah yeah, but stingy the weather, zching zchin zgchin,and doesn't make sense at all. well, this is me communicating with myself, I remember my name, and my caste, and town and city, but I don't remember me. Is am me? It's not even a question. The question is - what now? The cliched ice breaker of the classic cinemas. And well, in them the other character just swings it forward, and the ping pong begins. But my head ain't a radio, and Freddio isn't reddio, but the hum begins, and the chant soothens, and scrugingly and silkenly, wordlessly, silent whisper into the noon, silence of the moon, sacrileiges, sgum. 

That's just jibber jabber, dude. What fucked up language is it anyway? You sure you not talking to yourself? Even you wouldn't understand you, if you would give it to you. But you, well, you do. so lets carry on with the yoodling. coz it bristles, and shrivels, and moonlit glimmers, the heart shivers, and mind withers, and blistering all over. 

The beauty is in boredom. You don't believe me? flashback to the long boring afternoon of around 15 years back. Isn't that just the most serene time of the day? It comes after a long period of bursted energy, and prequels the period of wasted energy. Then, it was outdoors. Now, it's strictly indoors. But structure is painful..and only the most boring of all! See structure allows you to bend it. Its so brilliantly recursive, that all of me needs to take a break, and smoke another. If this has to mean something, it has to have an insight of structure by the end of time, tonight's time, that is. Sleep induces death. adios.

                                                               -----------------Time ------23:50-----------Date-----21.6.14-----------------     

Its been 23 minutes, and I didn't even change my back pose. I shifted my legs maybe a couple of times, but that's only because my laptop is heavy, and I am really doing alt tab, so thats that. and yeah, umm..i have been watching my photos on facebook, well isn't it obvious by now, what the problem is? The problem is, if it really needs to be spelled out loud, is that you live in the past. Which perhaps is what 90% of the people do. Well, not really 90, as 90 comprises of both living in past and future. but the ghadhi moves on. and silence is all I seek. from my multi million voices. from my multi million losses. and those committed and, those left behind. we rampantly march to destruction, and may our june burn in hell. For december this heart forever seeks, and of gangrene this heart reeks, but love is chilled to the bone, and for all has the gate been flooded, to flood the insides of this vastness called life.  This is not a sudden burst of irresponsible energy, this is a controlled environment's created uncontrolled energy. It sweeps you off your blood, and makes you one with me, and so you love me like anything, and I see you like anything. but been raised a quiet respecting child, i am still a quiet child, respecting none, respected..fuck my ass for I can take that with a quiet smile as well.

                                                                -----------------Time ------18:00-----------Date-----23.6.14-----------------  

I succeeded in failing yet again.