An Absolute Frame Of Randomness

No, I'm not going to be talking about relativity. Though yes, relativity enthralls, the theory. The best thing ever.

I was to write a post, but I guess a poem should do the job. No, I'm not a hopeless romantic. Though some people might disagree, infinitely.
Motion and motive, is in the mind. Not calorie wise for the former.

Annihilation of the strongest,
Cause he seeks no monotony, He'd be all splendid to give in to this cacophony.


Your suicide is his murder,
Conflict raised, Passion never bestowed.
And there goes your soul, a mellow attempt at loathing fear.


When you search and find no calm,
That's when you dig into memories for the very lost charm.

Amen.
I'm not sure what I've just written. Very random. I know.
But hey, I find my analogy in a random number generator. Only this time, replace numbers with words.

The Mountains, It Will Be!

Sometimes, you just know it. Sometimes you're close. Sometimes, it's a conspiracy. But, you know.

I get asked, how can you be so sure, so perfectly affirmative about 'the knowing', and then the smiles take over.
Oh no, it's not love, definitely not this.

I've turned nocturnal and serious. I talk more sense ever since I graduated, like some exponential wisdom gained. I would have to mention it was similar to my Klout score increasing to 62 from 53 in one night. No, seriously!

The real question: What's with me and mountains?
The answer should be: Inseparable.

And yeah, the above's a real click. Manali. The place which has memories so strong, I could attain Nirvana/Salvation every time I close my eyes and think about the same.
'The knowing' starts here.

And apparently, it will end here too.
This post will go viral in my mind; and I'm not too keen on divulging any more details.

Subtlety, is the word here. :)

Words. Only.

Hello.
Post. New. Talk. Words. Only.

Day. Describe. Boring. Lazying. Twitter. Love. Snooze. Studies.
World. Mine. Different.

Conversation. This. Pictures. Sequence. Motion. Gap. Mystery. Interpretation. Try. Dual.

Dream. Holiday. Mountains. Snow.

Ditch. Friend. One. Every. Stab. Recover. Negative. Fall. Infinite.
Songs. Rain. Pain. Cleansed.
Beginning. New. Wait. Wait.
Again. Fall. Now. Puddle. Relief.

Promise. Myself.
I. Me. My. Mine. Myself.
Universe. UNSHAKEN.

Sloth You Are!

Philosophy was the crunch of my life, very subtle crunch.
I could crack it open without losing the flavours that governed the aura of my surroundings.
Deep thoughts with superficial actions, that’s how I defined myself most of the time; and I never found the exact term to define it, until he finally blurted it aloud!


Say what?

I met him as usual. It was the beach side.


“Baby, how is your project progressing?”


“Perfect!” I replied.


“Oh! Nice, so has the testing and integration phase been completed?”
My first reaction was my most loved gesture, the raised brow. I let out a naughty giggle. I cleared my throat to speak again; I knew this was going to be long.


“Did you know I was a perfectionist?”
He looked puzzled, that was quite expected.

“Perfectionist? You must be kidding me!”

“Alright, I’ll explain. There are two kinds of people who embrace the term perfection. The first kinds are the trivial perfectionists, who leave no stone upturned in completing anything and the second…”


He cut me short. "There is a second kind too? Wiki needs to know!"


I slammed him back, “Thank you for the sarcasm, now would you like to listen?”

“Sure!” Though, the look on face was more of a mocking one.


“And I was talking about the second kinds who start something, but have to terminate the same due to certain reasons.”

“That’s perfection baby?”

“Hell yeah! It works on the principle of ‘All or Nothing’! Either you remain in state 0 or completely move over to state 1. It’s a digital world honey!”


“Bah!”


“Nah, it’s supposed to be wah!”


And that’s exactly the moment when he finally got me the synonym of the conversation we had!
'SLOTH YOU ARE!'

Quote #2

The Fact That No One Understands You Doesn't Make You An Artist!

Quote #1

"I Hate Green, But Love The Shades!"

( Mu hahaha... --> Skullish Laugh! )

AS DARK AS A RAINBOW’S SHADOW…

A conversation’s being born in my mind. Frankly, I can’t make much sense of it. Infer whatever you can. Yeah people, this one’s out for grabs!

Read on.

(The questions are arbitrary. The answers? (Wicked smile!))

‘You seem to have lost a lot. Now, is this all you have?’

‘Never felt fuller.’

‘You look bright today. How many suns have been warming you?’

‘Ask the sunflowers in my field. Each owes a thousand.

Yeah, I’ve somehow beaten Khaled Hossini. It’s all about a million splendid suns.’

‘That’s a new smile that I see. Owe it to something? Or even better, someone?’

‘Yeah. To the zombie trying to suck your blood and pluck your fingers off.’

‘Define happiness.’

‘Sensuality in closed eyes.’

‘And how would you describe these thoughts that you have?’

‘As dark as a rainbow’s shadow…’