Copy that smile,please..........

There is a new drift in her walk.Graceful as a samba dancer.
Her smile is back to winning hearts.
She now greets herself with a wink even if the mirror is an unfriendly tot.

She has finally found the way to la-La Land.

Where ads are conceived over stimulating cups of ideas.

Where stuff like washing a pig,quite literally, is the key to making good copies .

A place where life becomes a fairytale storyboard.......

I just want to write .......Dammit

"Does it always have to be a purpose that would make me write ?"
"Why can't I just write and stop thinking about how that would make me look?"

Summers,hell I can write about that obnoxious season that makes the whole world install goddamn ACs in their rooms and make the planet hotter.
Yes I am associated with Greenpeace.

Well just writing about this godforsaken season makes me sweat through my eyes.
Love could be a nice topic but when you have something in abundance you don't feel like writing about it cos that just makes the feeling commonplace.All I can say about love and my love is that they make me smile everyday ,and I should mention it's a really difficult task ,pleasing me.

So that brings us to square one.

How about dreams ?
Last night I saw the world being attacked by gigantic zombies who also doubled as aliens.They didn't kill us but forced us to go underground.And then our psychiatrists found a way to hypnotize them into making slaves to us (That's sounds like out pan-universe oligarchy). I know I disappointed you,you might have expected a little more action but blame it on the movie I watched yesterday.Vampires and witches and spirits should sound like scary no ?
But it had me in splits for a good part of the movie,even in parts where the movie makers didn't intend on making it funny.



Maybe I should just go to bed.


Will try and have an objective from tomorrow.

:(

Comatose

Cold memories drenched in the dark of life,
As I strolled past the memories from midnight,
Veiled desires kissed me numb
As I lay seething at the altar of love


Curses of past like barbed wires,
Cobwebs of dreams that were never set on fire,
Visions of ruins that were once sublime
Lay emblazoned in the memoirs of time

Trying my hands at photography

Halt!Or thou shalt die.

Imagine what would happen if you were to get house-arrested for no apparent reason?One fine day you wake up to see that you are under house-arrest and you have to take permission from the not so friendly Men in Uniform even to move around in your own house.
This is what is happening to the Kashmiris.Their heaven is under seige.Their land has always been an innocent bait in the dirty game played between India and Pakistan.Kashmir has been wronged since the time of Indipendence when the then King of Kashmir gave away his state to Delhi without even knowing the wishes of his subjects.Kashmir has been ambushed ever since.The state has been plagued by one atrocity after another.Her dwellers always been depicted being on the wrong side of law.Their cry for freedom slammed as an unjust cry for war.
So today when I switched on my T.V and saw yet another innocent Kashmiri being reportedly killed by the Indian Army because he didn't stop when he was asked to,I didn't bat an eyelid.I like my other non-kashmiri counterpart would have termed it as another routine encounter killing.But what unnerved me was that the Chief of Army was unbashedly lying infront of the camera when he was asked the reason of the killing.When asked the reason of that man's plight,he calmly remarked that he should have stopped when ordered to and that the army men didn't intend on killing him,and he was shot in the legs.Surprisingly,he knew nothing of the medical report of his death ,that clearly states that both his legs and back were severely injured.
We praise ourselves of being a democratic and sovereign country;we take pride in our solidarity and our so called secular mindset.But then why and how can we sit back and sadistically enjoy the atrocities being carried upon in the place which we so vociferously call as our own ?
We praise the people of Egypt for standing for their rights.Our government solemnly swears to be by their side .But then why wasn't our government encouraging the kashmiris when they were fighting for justice ?Why such prejudice ?

The eternal sunshine of the blissful mind

You smile when your mind starts listening to your heart.
:)