It is nice to see something different. Well not really, but nevertheless a welcome digress from other mundanely interesting threads.

Well, I was about to post a picture of my room as well. But, I better not, for it tells a story of my life, a strong sense of delusion - each having its own story lays scattered all over. That is what happens when you have no choice, but to rest, and you go thru all the craps you never knew, or have already forgotten.

It is as though Katrina struck my room before it hit New Orleans, completely destroying whatever little sanity my abode had. I do not blame Bush, Governor of NO (although it is she - they are too complicated for themselves, so who are we?), or the mayor for not being prepared.

Can someone in fact be serious that we can actually be primed for a female disaster? Can they not simply accept that it was beyond any rational man to really be?

Then came Rita. And people ask me what's in the name. How ironic!

Now, do you think the Bush's government was actually prepared for her? Come on now. It was just that she was merciful. You-know, like a viper who just hisses to warn you. She would strike if she wants to, and guess what, she can.

Don't be too sure though. Next time her sister Gita might as well destroy you. And you can do nothing about it. Nada. It is their world, and we, the men must overcome this illusion that we are if not better at least equal to them.

I tell you what - the sooner you realize it, the better it is for us. For our sanity, peace of mind, and happiness in general, it is of paramount importance we accept the fact that we no longer have the might to pull if off anymore. Let us unite in the fact, accepting defeat to our deceivingly strong, and ruthlessly merciful counterparts.

Just when you think you might have a chance to have one up, they drop the nuclear bomb; their trump card. Those tears. . .I hate god for creating those tears. I really do.

And if he did, only men should have those. Anyways, we shed it every time, only it is not gooey, does not appear like a liquid and does not drop from our eyes frequently enough. It just is within us, accompanied with a strong predicament of "to be or not to be."

Now I call upon all the mankind (men), to understand the fact that we are just a pawn in this game, where Katrinas and Ritas not only control the remote, but also own the main switch. Let us understand that we do not have a choice, and inevitable defeats are better accepted without any fight for a false sense of belief is like - a little knowledge which would eventually doom us.

Le this be known, that there is no way we can, realistically speaking, survive arguing, talking sense, or nonsense, hoping against hope that they would show us some mercy.
No Sir, they would not. We think we are strong, ha ha. . . a good delusion we have created to survive us thru our misery.

Even in their tears they are telling us, "look at you asshole, you think you can win against me, you think you are strong, now TAKE THIS!"

Indisguise,
Liked your piece here is my quickie :-)

It is not the foe they come as first,
The smell of spring with gentle air,
Charming and dear as it appears,
But soon the nature reveals,
The true color, squeal and then wreck.
It is indeed we choose to be punished,
Give our heart away just on site without a hitch,
What ever happened we are bound to repeat,
For we are not strong and refuse to be,
It is the cycle of life as we accept,
Prepare the grave than divulge.
It is indeed tough to toughen up,
Not the outer attitude but inner self,
That needs to have a way to flourish,
Regardless of natures wrath resists or persists!
No you are not a solitary leaf,
Alive on the mercy of the feeble wind,
Or the mercy of the season,
You are potent a one,
Not any different than those who changed the universe,
Why do you choose to be feeble?
There are many who have perished in your path,
And many will fail by the choices they make,
Oh, mighty one do not feel feeble,
Threre is a force within try to reveal,
Even the gods adore the power you have,
Don't just give it away for what you have.
Standup and rise like a thunder in a thunderstorm,
Shake'em break'em the mighty katrinas,
Once you know your position,
The katrinas can only entertain you.
Do not mean disrespect or be rude,
Be gentle and respectful as you are,
And acknowledge what you can!
To the forces of nature,
I take my hat off and I bow for what they are,
And yet I know I can conquer thee!!

hehehe
Enjoyed it Shiv. Esp. last stanza.

Yeh gaame jindagiiiii :( Kuch ko faisala kaar hehehe ;)

Abu jaad khayera lekhincha weekend ma rati :). Pakhnuhoss ;)


Ish duniya mein aur bhi hein gum mohabaat ke siwaaa ;)

Have a great weekend folks. Abu afu chai "kuch mein bhi beheka beheka mausam bhi beheka beheka" dinu janu parooo, yesooo weather lai challenge dinu ;).

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!
Later,
IndisGuisE:)

Here is one for your for the weekend:

जीन्‍दगीमै बहुत कुछ है गमके सीवा,
क्‍या बताए कभी साँस लेना भी तकलिफ है,
क्‍योकि साँसके जरीए महक बनके दिलमे आति है,
Katrina बनके लेजातिहै रुह बेजान दिलके सीवा ।।

Have a nice weekend.

Indisguise,
I am glad you liked the previous one. Hope you will like the one above as well..
Shiv

HEHE. I am clean now. Indi bro, keep the poems and the narrations flowing.
Shiv bro, really good one. Keep it coming.

peace out

Shiv,
Here is my offering for a crisp Monday morning.

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My feebleness is my strength,
My solitude; my freedom.
I do not choose to be;
I just am, for everyone to see.

Yes! They do not come as foe;
Calm but salient; tenderness they show.
They cry if our hair is bruised;
But wait! They will start their cruise. ;)

It is weird how things evolve;
From the summit, feelings devolve. :(
Regardless,
My submission is unconditional;
My passion - unmatched!

Let them devastate...
What more can they do?

Slice my heart into pieces?
Stab it, burn it, squash like a dead Jesus??
In each corner they have lived;
Some housed it; others rented. ;)

Hence,
It's not my heart that gets slaughtered;
But,
They - themselves who live in there.

They have every right to abuse themselves! :)

Thus,
I just hold my fort as they destroy me; knowing perfectly fine there is another battle to be fought. Yet again! And intend to lose it. Yes!! Yet again!!!

-IndisGuise:)

P.S: Bich bich ma emotives twakka tukka deko ni. Yesto ke ---> ;)
Hehehe

Shiv,

I did anjoy the "devnagari" presentation as well. I tried my hand at it once, but for reason am unable to type it. I mean I can not possibly download the fonts at work. But I would put it someday as i find a volunteer.

Le ja ti hein ruhe bejan dil ke siwa
Aur dil ke siwa humare pas hein hi kya?

Re kya;) Hahaha.........
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Highfly bro,
As we hardly get to reflect back to our glory days, it feels good to have someone to have a word or two eh'? Good to know you are clean as well.

Yes, seasonal I was, but one can live four season in one ni haina? Hehehe.

Keep em' coming folks!
IndisGuise:)

HEHE, looking at your last poem, just wondering if you were one of the gafadis back then. Just kidding. Its all memoria. Sometimes I just laugh at myself remembering the past.

peace out bro

Highfly
I am glad you liked it. I will write more, hopefully it will be worth a read ;-)

Indisguise,
Devnagri only works in IE and it is Nepali Unicode.
Liked your piece. Mine is coming up shortly..

rooh bhi hai hamere paas dil ke siwa,
aur bhi bahut kuch hai khud dhundna padega -rooh aur dil ke siwa:-)

Shiv

Hey brother!
I wish you success
Lot of happiness
May you go where none has gone before
May the road you take be the one you make
The power to make things better for others
May you use it in you for the worst and better
What can I say other than wish
For you choose to be who ever you wish
There is lot of power in all of us
The almighty gave us for our own good
If only you choose to leave a mark
For the world to see after final demark
Or could choose to perish
Blown by the wind where no one gives a damn
Oh! No, no, do not follow that path
For it has pain and suffering
I don't want you to have
On one side there is dependency and suffering
Followed by the misery
Unmatched with the joy on the other side
Even people hurt themselves in an illusion
In the process they suffer in agony and pain
And believe the pain is not their choice
How ironic when it is just a matter to see
The joy versus pain
But we choose to be one or the other
The pain of agony and separation
Cherished by dead poets is in our veins
We live by for what they died for
They cherished death agony and pain
They lived for death rather than life
There was such a rosy picture of being in pain
No it is not the case anymore
Love is not just a matter of "sight" anymore
Love is more than a commitment and growing up
Love is always there in our hearts
It is there to stay since ancient times
Just the ideals of love have evolved
You can choose to suffer and live in ancient times
Or cherish life with modern times ;-)

then wilma indiiii~

Thanks for your wishes Shiv brother; I can certainly use one. Now, moving on to the pain, agony, and dead poets...

Wounded memories, agonizing wait;
Fate indeed had one up on me.

Gently condensed tears; her ever lasting fears,
And the fear I had for her fears. . . :)

Trepidation aplenty, but I did take my chance;
Promises sought, promises given,
And then promises denied...

They are all in memoirs, a proud recollection if you will.

Suffer I did, suffer she did;
Oh yes we did; we are only human.
Hearts rolled, love drenched;
We had our thirst quenched.

Deceased bards, ancient times; they are all history.
Today is beautiful; moments, madness and mystery.

But brother, know this. . .

My suffering was my reverence;
My agony, my balm.

That said, I am certainly glad that akin to love, even suffering is not endless.

I do cherish life and whatever it threw;
With every spring things start anew,
I can still recall the flavor the past;
The love that was, that did not last.

Now I am more serene, and have this to share.

"O innocent victims of Cupid,
Remember this terse little verse:
To let a fool kiss you is stupid,
To let a kiss fool you is worse."

If only one can get the gist of it...no, I mean, really! ;)

Astu!

- IndisGuise:)

P.S: Ekdam golman bho jasto cha. Roti ping jasto ;) Hahahaha, my diaries have graced much better ones in my yore days. Somehow I can not muster the same Oomph!
Oh well.

Highfly bro,

Me and gaffadi? And people tell I can not even talk.;)

Joivious moments a plenty eh', like everyone else. Somehow I find mine stranger. Perhaps eone feels the same. There used to many many "maha-rathis" of guff there, among other stuff. The volume of friends, many so-called and few in actualities were humongous.

I still remain a toddler though. ;)
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Shiv,
Nepali Unicode aha! I have heard about it, but am not certain if we have to download anything. In which case, I shall be unable to.

Anyways...
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Candy,
Wilma sounds feminine to me sweetie.:)

'Candy' and 'sweetie.' Woah! What a combo. You come in a package don't you dear?

I do not devour candy much, but I'll take you any day. I mean the 'name' candy for the hurricane. ;)

A jest -->
Any fetish with the name starting with "S"?

IndisGuise:)

woah! The "wait" was worth it....Keep going Indi..:)

Following the trails of "tik-tok tik-tok" ;)

Flip flop, Flip flop
Howdy! Miss flop.
Wait! What wait?
Miss flop.
I've been around,
Miss flop.

Flip flop, Flip flop
Do you like hip-hop?
Dressed you are; tip-top.
Did you get, caught by cop?

Flip flop, Flip flop
You got your hair chop; lop
Let your books, go 'plop'
Flip flop, Flip flop
I've around Miss flop.

Flip flop Miss Top
Can you hear, these clop?
Having my coffee"Gulp* *Gulp*
Ahile lai yetinai
Hop! hop! hop!

Hahahaha, JPT. Enjoy!

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeehawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!

IndisGuise:)

P.S: One has to read it like, tik-tok tik-tok --- you'll get in the groove. Hehe.

oh i suck at poems, wish i cud rhyme and have those ideas of poems:S:S..you write nice ones even though indiii, way to go poett :P

don't worry indis. i will save you from the venom. tik tok tik tok heheh;o)

Hahahahha...Nice indeed!
Miss Flip_flop is just doing wonderful as always.
She knows you've been around....wait..? ahhhh..the wait..the wait was for the piece from Indi..:)...Undoubtedly, Miss Flippy likes hip-hop ,but never got caught by cops..She got her hair chopped few months ago :)...let my books go plop????..noway..and I can surely hear those clops..:D

Those are just silly response for fun hai...:D
Happy Tihar.

Later.

Indi,
I also find myself a total stranger among those gafadis. But it was really fun listening to them. I just like the atmospehre of Thamel. It was all good times.

But man, you and Shiv, both of you got some skills. I started to develop intrest in narrations and poems after visitng Sajha. Good to read the nice pieces. This goes to all the sajha folks.

Keep them coming.

Any ladies with the rebuttal.

peace out

Thanks for your warning indis. I was busy and sick. I know you missed me but i have a busy life honey.yes i'll be gentle don't worry. Just wait for my strike, it will gentle but devastating. lol. Your tiktok will not work with me. i want something more classy, maybe few you wrote before that. gtg now, hate these classes. kisses ;>)
sriya take care of him until i come back honey. candy can hv a piece 2. lol tie tie.:0)