Archive for
May, 2006
May 18th, 2006
CHAPTER1: PING PONG
Mehboob 18 years old under nourished and over shaved comes out of the bathroom. His organ seems dead after the vigorous masturbation it has received. Mehboob undermining his own constant struggle with sleeping pills and mineral water feels nothing and plows ahead getting ready for a day in the rat infested hell hole known only as the university. “Its time to boogie”, Mehboob thinks as he sits in his car and masturbates yet again spurting his white liquid on the dashboard and thinking of women lost and dreams shattered in the black hole of despair.
As Mehboob is 5 minutes away from the place only known as the university some things happened. Now why they happened nobody really knows but they did, changing how Mehboob looked at life and the way he wore his shoes.
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May 16th, 2006
The nightlights shine off the road today. It’s such a beautiful weather. You watch couples snuggle up closer to share the warmth. Your eyes are misty today, and yet you can see clear.
Damn Eye lenses…
Who are you kidding? The poison of tears? Really? You don’t know. But something’s wrong. Either with you or the world. Let it be the world, please let it be the world… chants a small voice inside your head repeatedly. More
May 15th, 2006
It’s been a long day today. The streetlights shine brightly as the sky starts showing the first signs of dawn.
My feet are aching from the adventures of the day. The little sore on the soft skin near the toes is becoming a blister and each step is becoming more painful with every passing moment. But I walk on. On the sand with my bare feet.
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May 14th, 2006
It’s been two years since he’s been locked up in the acrylic frame. It was two years back that he left. But he left behind a likeness of him, framed high above my bed.
Nowadays he sits silently in the brown shoebox on the top shelf of my almirah. In a pile of speeding tickets that my reckless heart has collected over the years. More
May 14th, 2006
A believer of myths. I’ve given up on words; I trust now in feeling, not in justifications. Explain me nothing; just give me a sensation- show me some thing, shut up.
That’s all I’m saying….
Actions speak louder than words- always. Smiles and slouching shoulders; or winks; or nods; or avoiding some one’s eye.
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May 13th, 2006
Conversations only begin when they are ending
My father knows he has just some seconds left
Before everything ends
And the worms drill into his skull
And eat his heart
Circles move too quickly know
And his words and my words
Feel like molecules
While in reality seven hours have past
I need more time
Because I have only started to know him
-Ali Sultan
May 12th, 2006
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Kunal Goel
I don’t mind the quiet
Or the lonely nights
I don’t miss the funky attitudes
And I don’t miss the fights
I lie on the couch till suppertime
And hunker down and read the Post
And that’s when I remember the things I miss the most:
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May 11th, 2006
The past, its wispy shadows,
a long lived tree, shading me,
from my present.
The past, my vision
or was it an illusion?
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May 10th, 2006
At first it was just a look. A long look that seemed to pull me. A mute look that didn’t speak of anything. No longing. No sparks. Nothing. Just a pull that defied all the rules. A look that had no regards for religion, age and above all, common sense.
In the ensuing years, he said many thousand words. Words that sometimes rose and fell in the silent bay of the countless mistakes that I made over the years.
Words that sometimes glowed phosporesecent on dark nights. The words that on some days flew too close to the sun, like the mighty Icarus. More
May 10th, 2006
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Kunal Goel
Last night I went and raced with the Highway Patrol
But that Pontiac done had more guts than mine.
And so I wrapped my tail around a telephone pole
And now my baby she just sits a cryin’.
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May 9th, 2006
I and a friend of mine, Rashid are sitting together in the atrium of LUMS. It is late. We are sitting near the music room.
Someone is raping a guitar and some other idiot is trying to keep some sort of backbeat, which for some unknown reason starts and stops at illogical intervals.
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May 9th, 2006
Amazing scenes were witnessed in St. Vincent Street yesterday when Biswas, 31, unemployed, of no fixed address, assaulted a receptionist at the offices of the TRINIDAD SENTINEL. More
May 8th, 2006
Tickle my fancy,
Out of touch so long…
my fancies have been fading
Worthlessly floating
Resting in a stagnant pool
Here I come, coming home
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May 7th, 2006
If you listen very closely, people have the most interesting stories. Listen
A girl told one of my friends in college how her ex-boyfriend was a sloppy kisser. She told him he had interesting lips.
Another friend told me how one her friend got strange face allergies whenever she made out with her boyfriend.
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May 6th, 2006
I went to Arkham today
Saw an old man, he my father’s age
He couldn’t stop smiling
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