Buffio

I'm smeared with colorful tears, I'm sick of my heart being heavy, I dance when the pain sears, Whats new in that, I dug a path for myself, I didn't realise it was my grave, That made me laugh, Whats new in that, Everyday life turns more silly, It confuses me completely, We attract each other like a rainbow and a cloud, Would I jump off a cliff, Without a rope, Everytime I lied, I didn't feel much, Not at that time, Without a doubt I will waiver, The cold doesn't make me quiver, Chained by the world, Will my thoughts set me free, The world belongs to the majority, Why take the trouble to lie, It's pretty useless.

I haven't read any new books,watched a few films but don't really want to write about them. Hence,today I shall be quoting dialogs from my highly literature-oriented friends.wait..what? and just for fun,since I don't wanna disclose their names and identity for the fear of getting them killed,I'm going to use my favorite fictional/non-fictional characters names instead,wherever required. Phineas-Bart Simpson is like my soul mate in another life. -------------------------------------------------------------- Coldplay- Shaggy is like yo mama's tooth-pick. ---------------------------------------------- Leo DiCaprio- If you didn't make mistakes you wouldn't be human,you'd be a panda. Now I understand why people say you shouldn't take things out of context.

Having no internet is a pain. Right now I'm sitting in a lousy cyber cafe with desi music playing in the background. Done with the holidays,no more 24hours serial watching and book reading just because I can. There is only one word I can use to describe my life right now and that word is - tiring. Enough about me,let me tell you a bit about the books I read this summer. The Buddah by Karen Armstrong is a good non fiction read,really, because I usually never read non fiction. It is about the life of Buddah(yes,I know,not very original). She tries her best to translate the 'Pali Texts' (texts about Buddah's life) into easy to understand English and ends up doing a fabulous job.

 I write. I find that what I write is some brilliant work of a genius when the idea starts mushrooming in my head,but later it strikes to me that I would never pay myself to read it,not even the pirated book amount! I am an immature writer. This annoying cycle has lasted for five books,or should I say five almost-books, starting from when I was twelve years old(I was hoping to be a child prodigy.Epic fail.) However I think I finally found an idea that can last more than fifty consistent pages.Woot Woot! And in that signature style of mine,before the book has even been completed,I dream of the fame that I know I'll eventually get. I'm thinking whether I should get a hard copy published or whether I should e-publish it. Is everyone like that? It would be a big help if I could get some pointers so don't hesitate to comment! I'm really into this T.V series called "House" . Its a medical serial about a department that deals with differential dia...

I do not care how famous that dragon tattoo girl is it's way too boring for me to read (don't beat me up). So I started reading this other book that was forced on me by a cousin,it's called 'Wherever Nina Lies'. It's an adoloscenty book about a girl whose sister just disappeared without a trace by her own will. The sister is an artistic rebelish kind of character.So she goes on a road trip looking for her There is a love interest of course. There is a mother who needs to look after the household and so is least bothered about where her daughters are. Same old,Same old. And the next book on my list is a tiny a little mmore than hundred pages one,called 'The Virgin Syndrome'.Sounds interesting doesn't it? Didn't watch any movie recently.The last one I saw was,oh ya,Shin Chan! deadly movie.The villain looks like a transsexual. Funny how a japanese cartoon became so famous in its hindi dubbing.The name of the movie is  Shin Chan in Bungle in t...

I've never stuck to a place for long,but the people I met seem to chipko-fy with me. But I always knew it was the people not the place that mattered. Just two days back,I was in a place that I truly called home,even though it was just me and my cook in that home,it felt just right.Now I'm surrounded with family,but I swear I have never felt lonlier.I never wanted to make this blog personal,but sometimes you don't decide what to write. I wish I could show my friends how much I love them. The greatest love always comes in the form of insults. Reading a book called 'Girl With a Dragon Tattoo'. I'm probably centuries late in reading it,but I don't purchase books often and tis too was a gift. Reached page number 100.The story seems to progress very slowly and the names are a bit complicated unless you are familiar with swedish lingo. Bit annoying,but I shall read on and tell you if it was worth it!

If it has everything to do with you, It means it has nothing to do with you, It's about everyone else, Its about what they want to think of you, Never about what you want to think of you. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Why are feelings so useless? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx How you make me sink?, How do you make me float?, How you destroy everything, And piece it together in a hurry. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Sometimes I want to flush down the passion, And live like a lifeless soul, Because lifeless souls live the most. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Some search for meaning, Some are too busy, Some crave to know, Some are content, Some just want to be the best, Some just want to be. xxxxx...