That's why I'm MisSintErrPriTi'd!!!!!!

Baad ek muddat ke Hum ne dil ke woh kamre ko khola! Yaadon ki gathriyaan bandhi thi... Soyi huwi un yaadon ko Humne jab neend se tatola... Kuch aansoo bhi baithe they bagal mein, Toh gir pade ankhon se!!!!

A collection of amusing facts thru history.... Source : here and there. Purpose : Just Like That! :-| To take an oath, ancient Romans put a hand on their testicles. (So, when in Rome, do what the Romans do?!? [:o] I guess NOT!! [:O]) Until President Kennedy was killed, it wasn't a federal crime to assassinate the President. (NO COMMENTS! :|) Ancient gladiators were mostly vegetarians.( Now, that's interesting! Isn't it?! :P :D) The first known contraceptive was crocodile dung, used by Egyptians in 2000 B.C. (Ewwww.... i'm sure the Egyptians believed it to be an aphrodisiac as well!!!! *Rolls eyes*) Hundreds of years ago, the Aztecs of Mexico and the people of Nicaragua believed gods lived in volcanoes. They would sacrifice beautiful young girls to these powerful gods. (Wow! And they believed their 'Gods' to be womanizers too?!?! [:o] :-/ *Losers!!*) The life expectancy in 1900 was just 47 years. (Yeah?! Well, I think life expectancy and quality somehow...

They say he's been coming often these days and waiting outside my window for me, I've been too busy to even know if its bright or cloudy, or which part of the day it is outside!! Heard he's spread the carpet of green all over, for me to see and smile when I peep out of my window. But I've been shut away in a box with lots of staplers and letter pads for company, occasionally clicking on my mouse... Googling the weather and blue skies in 'another part of the world'... fantasizing if I could run away and live there forever! And I complain I've been a slave to this corporate weather. And all I breathe is the smell of paper.... I take detours in my mind, wonderin how it'd have been if I was a farmer on the hill side! And I could've seen him often, wearing a rainbow crown on his head....Oh I definitely think you're handsome, Rain!! And I day-dream about getting drenched in a sweet surrender, and I imagine the droplets chatter occasionally, hummi...

Rain came splashin' down, And outside my window i hear it pour, Droplets dash against the window sill, Descending down the floor! The smell of the earth, So wet and muddy Fills my senses up! Rising from the ground And all over around, I watch it gallop!! My clothes are soggy wet, And so are my shoes! But the heart's dry as ever, I hate these moody blues! If rain is like music And life is a song Then i wish it rained All life long!!!! Ill sing my blues All through the night, Till the morning comes With the first ray of light!! And then in the daylight When the sun shines, I'll remember your promise - I'm yours and you're mine!!!

'Poke'shastra!! Dt - Apr 25, 2011, 1:50 pm. This piece is dedicated to my Facebook friends, esp. my 'Poke' buddies. Here's a little tribute to this amazing feature which makes life so much easier online!!! To begin with, I would say it relieves you from saying "hi!" individually! Well, you don't always have things to talk about, right?! And even when you do have things to talk about, you don't always have the time... and when you have the time, others are busy... so there...!!! And, naturally it doesn't and cannot end at that "hi!"; people will, out of some compulsion ask you 'how s life", "how are things", "what's new" and other routine questions to which you have the same routine answers such as "all good... you tell me" or "same old... same old... wats new with u?" or some such reply!! Well, trust me, and you can quote me on this - "A 'poke' a day, keeps petty...

Waiting.. I see you You're waiting Waiting to be born again Waiting for the pain to help you feel again?! I see you waiting your life away Waiting for another day. Look at you, you're all wired up, swallowing your guilt in a capsule Washing it down with wine! And you're just waiting Till the smoke in your throat chokes and kicks you out of your dream. You're doing' nothing but waiting You're waiting for those drugs To make it real again!!

Sometimes I wonder why Solitude has become such a crowded place!! Make 'em stop; these cacophonies of screaming silences; they're deafening!!!! Who built this barricade in the middle of our bed?! Why do our conversations resemble a talk show on mute?! Can you tell?! Jet-speeding through the highways in my mind, I'm afraid, the light at the end of the tunnel might be a halogen bulb put there to illuminate the sign board that reads - "DEAD END"!!! :-|