Too busy for love

1.

I fell
out of love
you didn't
send that last post card
I asked for

2.

In moments of mad rush
I miss being loved

This time last year

This time last year
was full of screams
loud insulting screams

It was full of tears
shameless tears soaked in self pity
in self doubt

it smelt of damp monsoon
algaed over the leaking wall
It smelt of dirty feet
and dirty thoughts

This time last year
was so angry
full of boiling silences
simmering
shivering

It was full of love
and full of
unimaginable hate

Smelt of bad people
with sweat patches
of bad behaviour
and bad words

This time last year
was sad
trippy
and slow

This time last year was so hard

But this time
this year
two monsoons since

I walk in the drizzle
with my face to the sky

On a lovely day

You get to be a student again!

On a loveless day

1. You eat alone
2. Three people refuse to oil your hair
3. Your phone doesn't ring

Laptop Wound

I woke up one morning to find a crack at the bottom right corner of my laptop screen. It was an internal crack which looked like the screen had been smashed from the outside. But really, I checked, it was inside. It looked like a broken glass piece embellished with colourful pixels and horizontal and vertical lines around it. The lines, very thin though, extend to the other ended of the screen. Since it was a two inch internal crack in a corner and I had no great plans to fix it (also I have no money) I decided to ignore it for a while and just work with the rest of the screen. Its been three days now and the laptop wound has only been growing. As of today it is 4x4 inches (double its original size!) and with more than 100 colourful lines every where. They are taking over my screen. My work area is shrinking! I feel there are people living inside my machine! I don't know how long this screen will last. As I am typing this one more line appeared before my eyes. This is really freaky shit! I wont survive I think.
Mayday! Mayday!
Somebodyyyyyy saaavvvvveee meeeeeee!!!!!

Dadi

Every morning my grand ma breaks one tablet of Digene into nine pieces and eats them through the day.

Dear Vivek

I have a feeling you are reading this.
The mountains were calling. Have you left already?
To be honest, whatever is happening on your facebook wall
is freaking me out.
But the thought of you does make me miss you.
I wish we could go back to the village
and watch the fireflies on a moonless night.
Meet me at the anda pav stall?
Love
S

Psycho Test II

You are a psycho:

1. If you spread a newspaper on your bed before letting your friend sit on it.
2. If you are afraid of bus germs more than auto germs
3. If you decide to climb a bus on the basis of how it looks from the outside
4. If you make your friend bring you carrots at 6.30 in the morning
5. If you have a total of 12 friends on facebook.
6. If you keep adding and deleting these 12 friends.
7. If you make travel plans with unconfirmed tickets and stress everyday about your movement up the waiting list
8. If your profile picture is of a bare chest with eight packs and male boobs.
9. If at some point in your life your pet line was 'let your beauty fill the sky'
10. If you're reading this and thinking 'oofya(.blogspot.com)'

Psycho in the Summer

Dear Friend, 
You are going psycho in the summer if you consume any of the following on a daily basis:

1. Aam Panna
2. Mango Milk Shake
3. Mango flavored TANG
4. Fruity
5. Cut mangoes with vanilla ice cream
6. Plain cut mangoes
7. Mango Duet ice cream
8. Aam ka achar!

You are also a summer psycho is you do any of the following:

1. Enter the ATM for a quick AC blast when your friend has to withdraw money
2. Only travel by the Red AC bus and Delhi Metro
3. Make tan patterns on your feet and arms (with wrist watches, half/no sleeve tshirts, shoe straps etc)
4. Wear socks and gloves to prevent a tan
5. Enthusiastically wake up in the middle of the night to fill water in your cooler.
6. Go for a swim knowing very well that you'll bang into a zillion people in the pool
7. Constantly crib about how hot it is (Ha! You do the same in the winter)

Do me a favor. Listen to this. You'll feel better :)

Love

Summer Psychoanalyst

Forgotten Sketch Pens