hey all bloggers,
hows you, hope you r not the only one happy on earth

the hungry rabbit jumps ..

me and my thoughts, we have been falling all over.. is it ?
when i read, what i have written .. ha ha, i seriously do not understand, is that my grammar.. yes that is me !!

got my first salary, and i do not have the one, for whom wanted to earn all my life, and even after if possible..
well i do not even have me ha ha, in between all this Google increased the attachment size to 10gb from 25Mb now that is improvement, 400% ha ha...

jack off all, jumps ... and that to a lot and i am being unable to control the amount of  distractions and attractions,from the astrology to automobile to the fringe science from fiction to raw physics from history to the windows and linux..
what am i doing, ware m i going... one moment i want to learn the guitar the other create a wardrobe in a day, m not stupid.. just too lucid.

sleeping disorder, tummy malfunctioning .. wao.. the night shift is getting on my nerve now.. this work is not easy at all, pity the vampires.. poor little devils, every night food, days in a coffin ..

Despite of having a class full of colleagues, i still eat alone.. with that abrupt heart beat, because i miss you when i eat every day, each time.. your hands.. your fragrance, your presence.. seems like i will prefer eating alone all my life ..

their is some one i share a comfort zone with, but as usual do not know how far, Mr creator  has planed the the next electromagnetic surge for me ..!!

greetings
hopeless, jey     


  

good monings..

hey all bloggers..
what would be the word to define someone who keeps on leaving !!
i know it is not the best feeling to be on the staying end and watching every one leave, but trust me it is also not easy to be on the leaving end..
we meet people, different kinds off, wearing various faces, charming, annoying, confusing, blank !!

what about falling fore someone again, and holding yourself back again... i almost did ..
you never know what is coming your way, one of the cutest people, could face the most undesirable changes in their lives, and one of the simplest could get one of the most intertwined threads to solve..

aahan, preconceived or lets just say it is too early form an opinion about anyone anything.. better do not have any opinion for any thing, opinion is really a pain..

expecting, relating, feeling, sensing, again expecting and again feeling... the hurt-cycle never stops !!
it feels alone, very, when their is no one to wake up for or to stay awaken with..
after-mid-night roads, street dogs, fragrance of the stars and the twinkle of the wind in the night
that how my monings are,, good Monings :)
hopeless, jey

Ye Meraa Diivaanaapan Hai..

Ye Meraa Diivaanaapan Hai, Yaa Muhabbat Kaa Suruur

Tuu Na Pahachaane To Hai Ye, Terii Nazaro.N Kaa Qusuur

Ye Meraa Diivaanaapan Hai ...

Dil Ko Terii Hii Tamannaa, Dil Ko Hai Tujhase Hii Pyaar

Chaahe Tuu Aae Na Aae, Ham Kare.Nge I.Ntazaar

Ye Meraa Diivaanaapan Hai ...

Aise Viiraane Me.N Ik Din, Ghut Ke Mar Jaae.Nge Ham

Jitanaa Jii Chaahe Pukaaro, Phir Nahii.N Aae.Nge Ham

Ye Meraa Diivaanaapan Hai ...

Dil Se Tujhako Bedilii Hai, Mujhako Hai Dil Kaa Guruur

Tuu Ye Maane Ke Na Maane, Log Maane.Nge Zuruur...

I am..

For i am the first and the last

I am the venerated and the despised

I am the prostitute and the saint

I am the husband and the virgin

I am a father and the son

I am the arms of my father

I am barren and my children are many

I am the married and the bachelor

I am the one who gives birth and the one who never procreated

I am the consolation for the pain of birth

I am the husband and wife and it was i who created me

I am the father of my father, Brother of my wife

and he is my rejected son

always respect me

for i am shameful and magnificent..

--

Hymn to Isis, third or fourth century BC,

discovered in Nag Hammad

Regards, eleven minutes by Paulo Coelho

hopeless,jey

√ 3 ..

A lonely number like root three

I was sure that i will always be

The three is all that’s good and right,

Why must my three keep out of sight

Beneath the vicious square root sign,

I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,

with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321

Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,

Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,

Together now we multiply

To form a number we prefer,

Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds

With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued

your love for me has been renewed

starting all over again is not bad, because when you restart.. you get a chance to correct the wrong that has happened

weekdays, nights, life ..

Graveyard shifts
ahan.. my dinner is my lunch now, the lunch is the break fast taken after noon, and i guess the dinner got fragmented into uncountable numbers of espressos..
working in the night is what i come across very well, now the subconscious is creating hurdles..

well i have started working for a US base (INDIA) ltd. company in crazy timings, say the biological clocks needs 180 flip..
somehow  pulling it together, the broken peaces of ..

--

jey