life through the kings eyes...

today was actually fun...went 2 c my ammachi(grand mom)... the thing that have always left me surprised is that the ppl who we least expect, luv us the most...i felt the same warmth when i lie by my mom when i'm sick, when i ate the snickers bar my ammachi gave me which she had kept aside 4 me 4 the past 2 months...

walkin in others shoes is difficult but nice... everything around seems different n really fascinating nd it will help u to get many answers to many que u couldn't find answers by ur self...u'll feel lyk u r in a movie...try it...imagine ur self to be in ur fathers well polished shoes...in the new dope shoes ur friend wears though it bites her pretty legs... in the nearly broken slippers of a coolie... in the dissimilar pair of footwear of the beggar in front of the church... n at times walk bare footed lyk the guy on the cross...now when i luk on to the statue of Jesus risin frm the dead he doesnt have any shoes...i think wot it says is dat i don't have a shoes allow me to get into urs 'coz i can understand n help u (being brought up in a really religious RC family has it defects; u have to cope at times...cant help sry...).

vanessa missin...

donno wot but goin to the terrace n talkin to the frnd up amoung the skys is seldom happenin now...she's lost among the millions of beautifull gals i c daily...

chapter 1: the Vanessa Chronicles

I am lookin at the keyboard thinkin wot I’ll do…I am seriously bored n I am tryin to write somethin because I earlier this day found my own mind divided into two…one part totally havin this don care attitude (this don care can be told with both your hands risin into the air n showin two quotation marks on two sides of your head like Ross does in Friends or I cud have just put two quotation marks there but remember I’m writin n I have to write somethin…)n the other part really “I care I care” attitude… n the only way not to let this two parts start fightin was to stop thinkin abt this at all. Before this came into my mind I was on the terrace gazin at the stars, (god they are beautiful n so is Shilpa Shetty) ended up namin one Vanessa n talkin to the star (moi star to be particular). First I introduced myself, told abt moi frnds, then abt our universe n how it was divided into 7 continents n all…which was when I caught up on the word divided n then complained abt our world bein divided n asked her how was it up in her star… she only replied this division only gives oil to one of moi dreams of goin abroad n livin my life there. Though the reason feels really silly to me now I felt she was really wise then there up on the terrace. I only realized how crazy I was only when I later told it to her myself…

I exactly don’t know what’s happenin to my mind. May be some kind of evolution frm the childish form of it to the more mature one, or some random hormones kicking in. I’ve read that guys mature only by the age of 21 may be that’s it n I’m 20 going on 21… one of my friends even commented I might be schizophrenic. Whatever, I know something is happenin or changin though I’ve no clear picture or else I wouldn’t be typin this when the clock on the right hand top corner of the computer says 4:33 am in bright neon green colour. Thinkin abt the schizophrenia an interestin idea came by my so called schizophrenic mind. Imaginin somebody not at all existin might be really cool… if Shilpa Shetty teachin us DSP (Digital Signal Processing) I bet everyone will surely get an A+ at least the problem of attendance shortage would be nonexistent. By the by Shilpa Shetty is the best…by the time I was thinkin abt Shilpa Shetty as our mam I had imagined some kind of function in which I n Shilpa was there together n she asked me to stage to teach her how to whistle (that’s weird…) n then I teach her how n we exchanges phone numbers n she asks me to call. I call the next day expectin Shilpa to reject my call but she picks up n we ends up thickest of friends. Did you guys see how my mind goes these days? That’s what happenin to my mind these days n wonderin abt these things made me write so that when somebody reads it may be somebody could explain what the hell’s going on…

Now I’m kinda thinkin why I named this The Vanessa Chronicles may be I don’t know this Vanessa chick might help my get through the loneliness I’m currently feelin. For the record I’ve heard the schizophrenics can hear n see the persons they are hallucinatin. But in my case I can’t see her or hear her but now I think it’s like I’ve been talkin to my own consciousnce… but isn’t a guys consciousnce supposed to be a guy… ahh I don’t know… that’s your job to find the answer.