Eternal Bliss
Monday
An Ode to the Charming Gardeners of Delhi Lounge Who Made My Writing Skillz BlossomWOOPS;--
The air of this room is thick with splendour, and intoxicating with a majestic appeal. You enter and are struck with the grandeur and splendour. The room has nothing ordinary to offer. Either the KING rules here (doesn't matter even if he is CREEPING)---- or some magicians drool here ...:: one wrong move and some WARP-PHASE warps you to some KAALA PAANI (SO WATCH YOUR STEP AND TREAD CAREFULLY). Either people are just too ABSURD or they are 2 CLASSY for normal mortals to reach. Songbirds and BEESTARS hum and sing and you can smell the whiff of fresh scent of DEWDROPS. GYPSIES wander here with GRACY act. And sometimes egos flare high with AMUVILLE. It's such a world where ANGELINAS can trash you to RAGS or you can smell the fragrance of ROZES in CARBONated air. You can literally feel the ticking of time with TICKOOCA .
(it's not the name of some African witch doctor performing some ritual on poor IT chatters).
My introduction to this room was through the KING himself who announced my arrival, like a DARBAAN.... standing at the door of some 5-star hotel by screaming into his 'bhonpoo' "SEBIAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA GAYEEEEEEEEEEEE. And after that I couldn't go back. The people, the enigma, the aura of this room just entangled me in their intellectual web. I have never seen such an intellectual brigade at a single platform. They take you on an exciting ride of the world, far above what normal earthlings cognize, but still they are humble enough to believe
WISDOM CEASES 2 BE WISDOM WHEN IT BECOMES 2 PROUD 2 WEEP,
2 GRAVE 2 LAUGH
AND 2 SELFFUL 2 SEEK
OTHER THAN ITSELF.
They believe that
TENDERNESS AND KINDNESS ARE NOT SIGNS OF WEAKNESS AND DESPAIR
BUT MANIFESTATIONS OF STRENGTH AND RESOLUTION.
They taught me to have faith in one's self and one's capabilities. They accepted me with great warmth and they helped me in turning my adversity into my means of success. They helped me in my creative transition and encouraged me to channelize my thoughts. It was because of creepy and song's encouragement that I started blogging and it was classy's gentle coaxing @ so many times which helped me bury some ghosts. And it's only coz of creepy that I'm torturing you people with my sequels - (he's the official editor of my blog )------AND HIS SERVICES R FREEEE........(only fr blogging though) he he
So guys this was the Delhi Lounge. Very soon I will be back with the room of LALA RASPUTEEN ------IE
YAAR DOST INTERNATIONAL.
And another thing -- the girls of IT are very angry with me that I haven't given them any footage. Don't worry girls -- very soon I will come out with THE BEAUTIES OF IT.
And after that THE BEASTS (sorry MEN of IT)
Thursday
TRYING 2 kill mosquitoes with cannon ballsI am a person who -- though easily entertained -- often finds herself in a state of boredom and mindlessness... And as they say -- idle hands and mind are the devils workshop -- so the demon in me coaxed me big time to take you people on this joyride of understanding IT (THE TITANIC AND GIGANTIC CHAT SITE which crashes 3 time
s a day) willfully or unwillfully.
So here's my sequal-2
Part 1 is ABOUTT THE AURA AND FLAVOUR OF DIFFERENT ROOMS OF IT and today Confuscious is the flavour -- so me along with Uncle Confuscious will be your guides to make you understand the perplexities of this maze.
Let's start with the NUCLEUS of the site:
FLIRTING AND ROMANCE INTERNATIONAL:
The most happening hub of IT where 'muahs' prevail and abuses are right on the tail. If you are a stranger and you enter this room they will give you a chill if you decide to commit chat suicide by asking 'ASL' - and you will be a victim of frostbite. And if you are still stupid enough to push you will soon be on your way to the morgue with all kinds of abuses on ur trail.
So take the advice of Uncle Confuscious
NO-NO-NO RAIN DANCING IN THE TUB FULL OF WASPKILLER
Either you embrace the insanity by joining the fiery session of abuses and porn or run away while your sanity is still intact. But if you decide to elope you will miss the most exotic RIDE of your life time.
If by any stroke of luck you manage to get friendly with the icons or torch-bearers of the main brigade then chatting will be a joyride for you. After that in IT nobody will ever bug or harass you, You will become one of THE BLESSED ONES.
The main bhais and devas of this room are BAAP OF INDIATIMES, CYNOSURE, FOOTLOOSE SLINGER, MUNNA BHAI, BILL SEAN ETC. AND SINCE baap(sam) has adopted me as a DOTTY and cyno as a kiddoo friend -- I'm the blessed one now. I'm wrapped in a cascade of importance and now walk on solid ground with my head held high. (now i know why my neck is hurting big time - needs some humility)
These people who seem to be snobs and abusers from the highest hierarchy are the most intellectual and genuine persons from inside. They may sound trashy or sick abusers to the strangers with glasses of haze -- but they are the most wonderful and warm people to their friends. If seen with naked eyes without trying to dissect them - they are the people who won't crucify you for what you are and where you are from. They will just accept you the way you are and will take you in their cocoon of friendship -- so genuine and so pure that you will be shocked at the awakening of sweetest taste of friendship.
I may be little uptight for their tastes but I'm happy to be accepted in their circle and enjoying the bliss till it lasts.
Ok guys enough torture for today wait for the next sequel.
DELHI LOUNGE: And as you all know how lazydazy I'm so don't know when I will decide to attack the fragile nerves of you people. Till then... happy living!!!
Here is another quote from Uncle Confuscious, though I don't see any sense or place for it -- but still I will paste it:
LIFE IS SHORT EAT UR DESSERT FIRST
AND ANOTHER 1
NO NEED 2 BURN UR HANDS WITH TOASTER OVEN
He's too coool. I really like his whacky advises.
Sunday
CHAT---AN ESCAPE FROM REALITY OR A DOOR TO THE PERCEPTION OF HUMAN MINDAN ESCAPE FROM REALITY, OR
MY MEANS OF TRANSPORTATION, FROM
HAUNTING REALITY, TO
BLISSFUL FANTASY?
THAT'S WHAT CHAT IS TO ME.
I know it's wrong and being a psychology student I also know the implications of escaping from reality to the world of fiction but at that time my taking refuge in the world of make-believe and fiction was the key to sustaining my sanity. During the long and gloomy hours of recovery and despair chat was my only connection with the outside world; with strangers who didn't mortify me with sympathetic glances and useless emotional trauma.
Let me take you people on the journey I walked down, which was paved with the tears I shed and the knowledge I gained about the species called HUMANS in this chat world.
That day when after fighting with my parents on a trivial issue I stormed out, I never realized that I'm going to face a horror which is going to change my outlook and perspective towards life forever. I didn't know I'm leaving behind a cocoon of bliss and serenity. I was just running away from the SWORD OF DAMOCLES hanging on my head, and there on the road was standing my bewitched fan who got so hypnotized by my tears that he couldn't contain himself and threw himself in my way, to be crucified. Yeah that was the FAMOUS ELECTRIC POLE who will go down in history for banging into my car. And yes HE banged into my car - I didn't bang into him. TRUST ME.
So started the nightmare...
As usual, I took refuge in falling fast asleep on the road, in other words - losing consciousness. Though my brother described my knack of doing that in this way:
OUR DEAR SISTER USUALLY WALKS ON THE BORDERLINE OF SANITY AND INSANITY AND CAN DRIFT TOWARDS ANYSIDE, ANYTIME! (well guess very few of us have the knack and capability of doing it so I'm the BLESSED one)
Anyways this torture of my revival story I will write in other blog as you people know how I love to blabber and I really believe in torturing tou people with my sequels.
So I was hospitalized and then under house-arrest and during that recovery period I tried everything to pass the long hours - from catching flies with one hand or shattering my mothers nerves. I even managed to do my Masters in Mills and Boon romantic novels. Now I can even tell you guys what happens at what page and how the TALL DARK AND HANDSOME HERO SWEEPS THE TINY PETITE BLONDE OFF HER FEET.
So my cousin recommended that I chat my head-off on two conditions:
1. Never take this world seriously
2. Stay away from international room.
So I started chatting in a big way. The first thing that hit me when I entered the chat world was - ASL. The moment you enter a room you are hit by SHOCK and AWE bombardment. You can survive the awe attack=asl, but shock being the PMs is really hard to survive. That lovely pink coloured font which the guys use so happily to satisfy their frustrating needs.
The first PM I received was enugh to make my eyes pop out. By the second one I wanted to bang my head and by the third I wanted to commit HARAKARI, there and then.
BUT the thing which intrigued me most was the diversity of human minds at one platform. I never managed to learn that much about humans and their behaviour in any place other than chat. They lie, they cheat, they abuse, they whirl you around, take you on a joy ride. It's a world wrld apart frm our normal existence. Here the only way of knowing the other person is through his and her NICK, and the words they use to portray themselves - which is again a very dicey affair. Some people use their words with so much of grace and skill that I really believe now that - THE KEYBOARD IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD !
I saw so many relationships forming in front of my eyes; treading on such thin grounds as ASL without the factor of authenticity backing them. I really wondered at times about these net relationships are they as baseless as they seem to be or do they dig their feet somewhere?
But I must say one thing - this chat world showed me a new meaning of knowledge. I dont know about others - but I have learnt so much during these past 5 months in every vista of life it showed me.
FAILURE ISN'T A PERSON IT'S JUST AN EVENT
With the help of chatting I put the jigsaw puzzle of my sanity back. It was like an oasis of serenity in my desert of isolation. It taught me -
NEVER TO JUDGE THE BOOK BY THE COVER IT KEEPS
Like I met some people on the net whose nicks or words denote CAUTION ;;- PORN - STAY AWAY! But when somehow I actually managed to talk to them they were totally different from what the cover was expressing. They were some of the most decent people belonging to the intellectual brigade wrapped in the casing of abuses and porn - but real gems from inside.
Then I also learnt human emotions are the toughest of customers who make us dance like puppets on a string. People use emotions or sometimes exploit them to an extent here without realizing that though here in the chat world it is only faceless nicks. But behind these nicks there are actual human beings who are blessed with the ability to feel or get hurt as well. They forget sometimes that when the cup fell all the kings horses and men couldn't put humpty dumpty together again.
Theres something I would like to end this part on:
IF U DO GOOD PPL WILL ACCUSE U OF ULTERIOR MOTIVES
DO GOODANYWAY
PPL R UNREASONABLE, ILLOGICAL AND SELF CENTERED
LOVETHEM ANYWAY
IF U R SUCCESSFUL, U WILL WIN FABLE FRIENDS AND TRUE ENEMIES
SUCCEED ANYWAYS
THE BIGGEST PPL WITH THE BIGGEST IDEAS
CAN BE SHOT DOWN
BY THE SMALLEST OF PPL WITH THE SMALLEST OF WEAPON
THINK BIG ANYWAYS
PPL FAVOR UNDERDOGS BUT FOLLOW TOP DOGS ONLY
FIGHT FR UNDER DOGSANY WAY
GIVE THE WRLDTHE BESTU HAVE
ANDU WILL GET KICKED IN THE TEETH
GIVE THE WWORLD UR BEST ANYWAY
Anyways I have to cut it here as I have a class in 25mins and have to run. You people wait for the next episode. This was just the introductory pilot. The substance is yet to come -- like IT SUPERSTARS AND MY IMPRESSIONS ABT THEM...
-- TO BE CONTINUED (WAIT FOR THE HORROR 2 BEGIN) --
Thursday
WRAPPED IN WHITE
MY COFFIN ARRIVED
MY WHOLE WORLD SHATTERED
BUT THE WISHES SURVIVED
I FOLLOWED THE VISTA
WITH DEVOTION AND CRIES
STRIDE STRIDE STRIDE I STRIDE
THE ROAD
WITH THE WAYS DEVISED
MY TEARS ROLLED DOWN
THROUGH DESERT OF ISOLATION
BUT MY DEDICATION AND INFATUATION
STILL NOT RECLINED
FAR FAR TO DISTANT LAND I STRIVED
HOLDING ON TO MY SHOULDERS
THE HOPE AND DELIGHT
I DANCED I CHEATED I LIED
HUMMING THE TUNES OF DIVINE
MY EVERY VISTA SEEMED TO LIE
THROUGH SHATTERED DREAMS AND FUTILE CRIES
MY WEARY SOUL HAS NOW RECLINED
AGONIZED FOR THE DREAMS ENTWINED
RESTING SO PEACEFULLY
IN THE ARMS OF DEATH SO HOSTILE SO DIVINED
