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Wishes

we wish to change and others to change

we wish to remain the same or happiness to prevail.

we wish to our wish to be true,

what do we wish for,

we wish to our wishes to be true, but do they really do.....

INDIGO

I am the colour of midnight blue sky.

Often associated with old forms of hierarchy, I don't know why?

I am the colour of mystery and have a good history.

My name is derived from the Land of Ganges,

Where old house door still have squeaky hinges?

I am the colour that ranges in a rainbow,

I am nothing but the color indigo.

Soul

SOUL

soothing to soul with pain,

i see u up above as my love make love to me,

Cold i lie on the bed like body in morgue ,

where was the passion which was there when we did it the last time

i think the infidelity i committed was the killer of my soul....

here i am lying on the bed with a broken soul

ADDICTION

It was a lazy afternoon and the class of journalism where our professor screened us a movie on drug addiction named “Requiem of Dream” in which the protagonist is addicted to drugs and to what extent he goes to buy them off and how he himself becomes a drug peddler. How his girlfriend resorts to some really unhealthy ways to obtain money. His mother who is a tv addict for a show and she is addicted to the slimming pills and how she lands up in the lunatic asylum. The movie shows how the protagonist his highs and lows as drug addict and peddler and how his life is devastated by series of unfortunate events.

Every year thousands of lives are gulped down by drugs that induce youngster by offering the tranquillity experience of taking them away from the world of reality to the world of wonderland. All thanks to the words like cocaine, weed, hashish, heroin, LSD, acid and etc might be words for us but these might mean a world to someone. What really amuses me is the vulnerability of human beings?

A person like me may say I am not addicted to anything but if you go to see we all are addicts, aren’t we? For example addiction to television, drinking tea/ coffee constantly, over eating when depressed, chocolate / sweet, the thought of starving to be slim, drinking Benadryl, the excessive masturbating, sex addict, to sniffing on to whitener or any petroleum products, to iodex sandwiches, to being obsessed to social networking sites and etc. After looking at the above mentioned list of the domestic addictive substances now do you really think we are not druggies who may be addicted to some or the other sort of substances? Yes we are addicts but the only thing which distinguishes us is that our addictions are more publicly acceptable because they do not fall under the legal sector and the definition of “threat to our life” consuming of such substance won’t pose a menace to their life.

Addiction- part 1

While it was a lazy afternoon our sir spontaneously showed us a movie named “Requiem Of Dream” a movie about an individual who is on drugs and how is life is ruined. Drugs are bad and it causes addiction but is addiction really bad, is it? I would say there is thin line of distinguishing between good or bad but our state is not really different than that of drug addict. Aren’t we addicted to television, chocolates, over eating when depressed, or youngster masturbating to being sex addict to drinking Benadryl to sniffing whitener to other petroleum product. The only difference between the drug addict and us is that our addiction is more socially acceptable.

A poem to all to all those souls who love to live in a dreamy world but face the friction between the reality and the imaginary world they leave in......

DREAMS

Unending horizons,

Sky full of joy.

Handful of people, who never need to be shy.

Pleasant is this world I am living in,

But people here I don’t know are how what and why?

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Devendra Birajdar

dashboard: impotency.... Rahul Weilingkar in his late...

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impotency....

Rahul Weilingkar in his late 30’s a regional manager of XYZ Co pvt ltd climbing up the corroded stairs and listening to the squeaky hinges of the wooden doors. The lawyer Mr Kulkarni said “Rahul looks like you haven’t slept all night; I know what you are going through but….” Kulkarni left it with a sigh.

Kulkarni sir “Today will be the last time I will see them.” and Rahul broke into tears stubbing his cigarette. Rita was there with Sara and Rita’s mother who looked at Rahul with an upsetting eye and thoughts for her daughter whose present and future is distorted.

Rahul was being just and another person in the house and not a husband nor a lover anymore.

One of nights she tried to set in the mood. The room was lit with mild aroma of vanilla candles and the fragrance her exquisite perfume and the electrifying presence of her. The round soft breast with erotic nipple rising through the lacy lingerie and the luscious red lips and the hazel eyes which gave a hint of flirtatious feeling and then she grabbed him by his collar and pushed him on to the bed and lying over him she kissed him passionately but he just jolted her back and walked off. The reaction of Rahul would be somewhat same every now and then whenever she made the move.rahul had become the passive kind. At times Rita tried talking about it but sometimes issue were stretched so far that Rahul resorted to domestic violence when his manhood would be questioned.

It was almost 2 years that she had shared the bed passionately with Rahul, before he acquired this promotion which distorted happy healthy family life. Now he was a regional manager, so he got work home along with a pack of smokes which would be half empty with late night working hours and a sword of stress which was suspended on his head 24*7.

After a tiring day he had no strength left to indulge in such a pleasurable act even after taking the energy pills for a week or two. And whenever he volunteered for this activity of ultimate expression of love he left his wife with the feeling of discontent. He couldn't bear the accusation and nor he could see his wife unhappy and before their relation getting any uglier, Rahul and Rita agreed on the solution of their divorce.......

-devendra birajdar

dashboard, random thoughts with no link and logic to it.

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what is a dash board a metaphor for my life, some corny stickers and and the froth of the coffee to the spit and drool uncanny nooks of the design makes you wonder, what is it ? or are they useful parts just the way i posses certain things and certains ideas and notion about others, what is it. Ahhh....how can we forget the ideefixe for the hawaian dolls who shake their head at every bump and add to the whole dingy look. Dashboard is what we always forget that its there not realising how our cars would be incomplete with out it