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Everything Speaks. .

“For I have withered, I still mesmerize”

You can pluck it from her parent &  it will still be alive. If not you it will keep those memories immortal.

The Rose taught me many things, it speaks and it mesmerizes. It guides every individual in a different way & hence it refrained me to share her teachings.

“All I can say is that people have misinterpreted a rose’s thorns. They aren’t meant for its protection. She pricks you so that you will remember her always.”

Kaushal . . .

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Ten Different Types of Individuals I Have Suffered With.

Different types of Individuals I have come across .

The Question Mark – Individuals falling into this category are hard to define & understand. The only thing possible is Predicting their actions as they are going to do nothing and just stand there for a decade with a big question mark imprinted in their forehead.

The Tube-light –  These freaks are much more difficult to understand & predict as like a Tube-light they act a bit ( ok not a bit ) late  thereby jumbling up the scenario.

The Wannabes – There’s no need to describe them.

The Emotional One’s – Even Guy’s cry but they don’t sob each time & guys don’t ask for tissues.

The Confused Soul’s – These are the same species of individuals who question a lot. People misjudge this ability of theirs as being curious but this is not the case.

The Pretenders Such Individuals pretend to be macho/smart/more intelligent then you but they actually aren’t. They will bluff you to death.I warn you people to stay away from idiots belonging to this species.

The Drunk Orators – OK, I know alcohol influences people’s brains to some extent but you can’t eat someone’s head by lecturing them about every stuff you have come across in your whole life . I understand you have made it big in life after a gruesome struggle but how the hell will I move ahead in my life unless you stop your story/advices\suggestions which has been on for like 3 hours now ?

The Abrupt Callers – These category of Individuals are found all over the world, even in the remotest parts. Such people are never busy in their life so they don’t & wont respect your privacy nor understand that you are busy & will continue calling you on your mobile phone irrespective of the many number of times you disconnect their call.

The Thrill Seekers – There is a mile difference between idiocy & fun but climbing a tree past midnight when a cops car is around is not my idea of having fun.

The Photocopiers – Copying ones accent,style,way of speaking is not cool. Inspiration is not the right reason to say when you get the same shoes as mine, accept it that you are a ‘Copycat’

Kaushal.

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A word with my life . . .

I wrote this  somewhere around  the end of the year 2008 . I really had a tough time coping up with my life.
Please excuse me for the obscene terms I have used. I guess my brain cells weren’t fully developed then so please do not laugh .
Cheers !!
I always referred to my life as ‘her’ ( as I think she’s some b**** trying to mess me up for her own benefit)
I wrote this when like any other teenage, I too was pissed on my life . I wrote this for ‘My life’.  I love having a conversation with ‘My life’ & blaming her for everything bad and thanking her for everything good that happens to me. I love you the same as i hate you .

A word with her . .

Walking  Into A Storm,
Loaded With Grudge.
In An Ocean Of Worms,
You did Me Wrong & Never Did I Nudge.

Bloated With Regrets, Hatred & Shame,
For You, I Even Skipped That Passing Phase.
I Should Have Had Faced It,Damn I Was Lame,
All  You Did was Watch & Play Me On a Maze.

Ignorant Was I, So Rude And Blue,
You Never Did Guide But Glued, Screwed And Did Loot.
You Kicked, I Tripped and Fell & You Flew.
I Hated You For a While & Then I Had Ma Share for You To Boot.

I Went Low . . . Planning To Hit Back Good,
All Wet & Slurry but I Went Green Soon.
All I Wished Was A Single Hit, but my mood
It Swinged Wild, Courtesy My Brain, The Goon

Hatred, Anger, Revenge Was I filled With,
& It Turned into Shame For I Realised You Were Me.

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