A Liar's Guide to the Dreams..

In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all..

These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight.

They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth... and taste distinctly unusual.


September 25, 2006

And then there were Some...

Tune: London bridge is falling down-

Silicone tits are hanging out

Hanging out, Hanging Out,

Silicone Tits are hanging Out,

Of my F*cking Bytches


Ah, those days when I would get away screaming *Misbegotten Freakingchoos* at all and sundry on a sultry summer afternoon while lazing away at Allen's Park near my beloved Xavier's. Oh I miss you so... I miss being a responsible member of the English Academy pinching the odd fifty bucks off Professor Biswas, I miss P.Lal's Saturday classes of incredible fun (because he used to give us books if we got his answers right), I miss Bertie's brand of super-charming Twelfth Night classes. I miss the canteen, I miss the library, I miss the classrooms, I miss Father Eton, because he was so nice.

And I miss Sir. I miss you. I miss Araby. I miss The Fly. I miss Paradise Lost. I miss Cricket Scores.

I miss my innocence when I believed that I was a cynical beeyach, overly confident on oversized feet. When I look back now, I know I can never go back to what I was once upon a time. Dear readers, who are at this point wondering what the f--- am I doing drowning in nostalgia, I suggest you take a hike because I would continue in this vein for a few more posts. Just to get all this off my bosom, impressive as it is.

5 comments:

P said...

Lol!! And now i am nostalgic and in a mood to 'bitch' too.. :)
Rant away...

Poorna Banerjee said...

perspective inc - very good for you.

nothing said...

babba...sudden deluge of sherioushness je?
ok, ok, I'm already taking a hike

rainbeau_peep said...

shubho bijoya. ebong thou hast been tagged. enlist 10 simple pleasures this minute.

Poorna Banerjee said...

still - shuddup

Peep - sharse.

fine.