Blues And The Bites

Those good days were never away i knew it. It's back and it's back in very unlike manner. While saying this i mean it's spun again, just like those truth-dare games where the bottle stares at you again and again no matter how many times you have already had your golden moments. Not easy when you feel it but i feel proud of those situations now many thanks to few lovely people who have stood by my side. Name withheld but I'll provide details since i have already chosen names for those lovely little bunch of people. I had never expected someone whom i have been talking nearly from last two and half years will become one of my loveliest friend. Not just because that person stood with me during my lowest low maybe i can't explain the amazement by words.


Will move further i hate love stories too. No chetan is just victim by few twitter wannabes but as much as i liked chic-lit by any other authors i have enjoyed chetan Bhagat's and Tushar Rehja as well. What the heck yes i have read few but later found out that it was sort of chic-lit thing. Yes anyone can read it. Even if you like reading/staring/watching playboy or any such things please go ahead do it yourself, just feel the experience read again if you like something do it. Just make sure you are really doing what you want to. Yes I am sure you have lost the link too. Her name is Amy. She is a real girl/woman/lady. I have met her in real life. Nope i kid you not. Secrecy was maintained so far about her but i would be happy to mention about her. She reads my blogs yes one of those weird ones.


        Otherwise currently going bits by bits. Sounds totally not like me because i usually rush but you know there is no life long rule as such. Being a good listener helps but the one who babbles non-stop shit i have enough question to let them know that i am fried/cooked so shut up i have had enough of your successful shit therefore Dear Einstein, allow me few seconds in peace. Silence is bliss but when you make them feel like they are kind of NASA returned genius they tend to speak more gets encouraged for the obvious reasons. Feel happy standing near dumb rather than feeling unwanted as you walk around those mean genius pricks.


The sound of the blues reminds me of those Rides,
The taste of the sweat pumps my heart beats,
We might never be able to get those answers,
We might never be able to question those wonders,
If you like sight of hammer hitting nails - it's rage,
If you dare to wait and stand for them - it's emotion,
Happiness shared with you was the price,
Dire days all i remember as one the best days of our lives.