Stoned.

*Trrringgg*.. *Beep beep beeep* Its past 3:00 of the morning.*yawn* who the heck is it NOW? Heck with it,she wasn't going to pick up the phone anyway.Another yawn of hers and she dumps her head deep down into her pillow. *Trrinng*.The heck it was now.She picked up the phone with her right hand,and started to ruffle her curls and fringes which now seemed to have been long ago brutally kissing her.*Duh* Muffled up voice,but still in her deep and now-to-be monotonous tone,she spoke into the phone, "Yeah?"..No sound from the other end..she spoke again "The fuck it is,of you calling me at 3:00 and wasting my time,loser". Shit! It was to late to realize that she spoke the F word and called a stranger a loser on phone? What if it was some frigging relative? But well,she didn't care,and simply stared at the phone,"Hello,God dammit speak up!"..This time the call didn't go blank,a loud yet stirring sound of someone's breath quite moved her."You?"..she blurted out with anger."What the fuck is wrong with you,dude,its 3:00 of the morning,go sleep!!" Another breath of his.Was he sick or something?,she wondered."Heyyyy..its me here",so darn it now,he Finally spoke up."Yeah right,I know its you,you called me at this frigging time to say 'hey?".." "Ummmmm...not really"..he spoke real slow."Wtf then?"..she felt like hitting him,but was still calm."Nothing re,was bugged of this economics project." he said that,almost laughing.."Awesome,suck it through.I'll talk to you tomorrow,okay?".. "No",he spoke almost like he was ordering her. "What for?",she's said,losing her patience."I want to meet you"..*another of his deep breaths after that.*,it seemed like he had a sigh of relief after saying that. "Beep you,Rahul",she said,laughing sarcastically."Shut up.I'm serious"..he said with some er,kindness in his voice."So am I..haha"..she laughed on."I'm standing in front of your hostel's back door",he said,she could feel him smiling down the phone."Huh? Don't you know that arse hole watchman is on the run today..??..He just hit up Nik yesterday,cause he was bickering around with Sneha".."Come on,I'm serious,come out,please..?" "Fine..i mean,okay okay,hang on for 10 minutes,I need to get dressed up Properly..bleh".."Yeah right,take your time",he spoke on.She kept the phone down,and immediately with a goddamn speed of some insane monster,her thoughts started moving faster than a rollercoaster.Wtf did he want at 3 now? Anyway,she could trust him,14 years of friendship didn't have its barriers in meeting her chum at 3,did it? She went on,searched down the almirah,and took out a black top,and a not-so-short red skirt.She wasn't one of those fashion divas,who used to rub their asses up with make-up."Mofos",she mumbled.Well actually,she didn't need to put on the make up,her pure white skin seemed to glow whenever and wherever,but well,her main draw back was her tomboy-ish,dont-give-a-damn-attitude,as all her chum ons and teachers used to say.Well duh,who cares.Lets move on. She put on a cordrouy cap,and climbed down the secret passage that some of the girls of the hostel had discovered in their current vacations.She almost ran down,but why the fuck was she so keen to meet him today,as well? She saw him standing right in front on the back door,tall and handsome,as he always was,in a black shirt,and plain blue jeans with a cig in his hand."Yeah?"..she almost astonished him with her sudden appearence."Woo..Ms.Tomboy turning girly?..gross",he teased her.She laughed.No one was allowed to pull her legs,or even if they did,she'd pull down on them,and actually get that brat embarassed.But the case with Rahul was way different."Yeah,dog".."So whats on with this 3:00 meeting dude? What do you think I am?..your secretary"..she said sarcastically. "Chuck it,I simply was feeling lonely"..he grinned at her,as they walked down the lane.She smelt his breath down his sentences."Bitch,your drunk"..she blurted."Its gets onto me,girl,I'm sick of it,Now..whoever I love,seems to....betray",he whispered the last words as if they were a curse,well they were.She held his hand,a warm sensation ran through her veins."Chill it,she won't be back"..she tried to make him feel better."I know..but...."...."You just need some sleep.Come on,lets get back to college,and anyway holy shit,its 4:00 already".Rahul actually wasn't listening to her,she was looking at her,wondering how come guys weren't that hot to look at? He grinned at her again,she immediately caught what was on his mind."Okay dude,stop thinking dirty" she said,laughing."Hop on,get back to your hostel".They both went back,laughing and talking. Sometimes,we don't realize where their is a line between friendship and love,right? Maybe the case was the same with them,or maybe not. Next morning she woke up,SHIT,she was in the same dress,she had worn last night with Rahul.Before the Matron came to wake her up,she had to change,and well,she was good at it.Bleh! The Matron walked in,looking solemn,and serious.But the weird thing was she didn't have that "slave-drive" expression on her right now,she looked quite sad."Wassup,Mat?",she said gaping at her face.Yeah right,she was the only bitch of the hostel who had the audacity to call Matron .."Mat"..and say "wassup?"!.."I have good and bad news for you,my girl,which one do you want first?"..Aastha didn't know what to do,smile or cry."Well,the GOOD one ofcourse!"A smile came down on Matron's lips.."You're selected for the course that you had applied for!!" Bravo.woohooo...yippeee...!!!...She went and gave her "Mat" a warm bear hug.She almost had tears down her cheeks.Finally she had a destination for her life.Suddenly,she pulled herself back from Matron,as if some bolt hit her."Hey hey Mat,whats the BAD news then?",Matron's face turned white,she said nothing for a moment or two.The girl who was once the spirit of everyone's life,shook Matron,"I ASKED WHAT THE HELL IS THE BAD NEWS?????" Matron looked up to her,and spoke very slowly,with chokes and gulps."Rahull........he is........." A pause,which seemed to have taken Aastha's breath."Rahul,WHAT?",she bawled. "He's ......" Period. "Stop this nuisance,Matron!" "He got drugged last night..he's dead"

And life shall go on!

I stood there, with my hands numb from the cold running water,which seemed to have been now flowing into my veins,and mixing with the now stationery blood in it. I saw a visitor come in from the door,and scream out "WAAITER", in a semi-drunken and hoarse voice. Another of the people who I dreaded. He was pretty much regular down here. I had been immersed in my own thoughts,until I realized that I was the one who he had been calling out. "You bastard,can't hear!?"
I immediately became aware of my absent mindedness and ran off to his table and politely asked him "Ji sahab?" He blurted off a name of some drink which I randomly put into my mind,and blurted out to the bar keeper. I went outside and took a gasp of air into my lungs,which seemed to purify the dirt in them that had been penetrating within since immortality. But anyway..you don't have the prettiest of lives with a so-called salary of "4 rupaya per day", nor is it easy to survive without any parents.
Time was nearing to around 1:00 a.m.

Nobody here cares about time ! I heard this song once,some rich memsaab had it playing on that small and weird machine which they call i-pod. How does music fit into such a teenie weenie thing? Anyway, the song went "Na baap bada na bhaiya..sabse bada rupaiya!" These lines seem applicable and most apt for the conditions faced by each Mumbai-ite who visits this shady place called "Baba bhai ki nukkad ki dukaan"
This shop has supplies of every thing, every damn thing you may imagine. Right from a match to a bag of cocaine. They call it "drugs" no? Even I do them. Who cares if I'm only 10? Sometimes when people spit the peek of paans in front of the shop,I don't mind licking them down. Feel like puking on this? Be it. Thats my food. I see so many kids of my age walking down this lane hundreds of times in a day. Each wearing the finest clothes,and clad in the best of glasses, munching a big bag of chips and Kurkure ! Don't I love nibbling on the left-overs of the Kurkure packets they throw away in the dustbins!!
The shop I work in is not a big one..its just one of those small shops you see everyday,selling small yet useful stuff. Each day passes in the blink of an eye..most of the time you can see my washing and cleaning the bartans until they get gleamy and shiny. My boss even hits me with a thick cane that he keeps hidden under his chair,if I don't wash them properly a

nd there is a single stain on them. I still don't mind..he was kind to keep me as his servant,when my farther murdered my mother..and even he,later died of poverty.
My boss doesn't send me to school, he is afraid I will become over smart and run away. These days, Obama is a rage. And Obama becoming the president of Amreeka really doesn't bother me. My only concern is getting a handful of grains in my lunch everyday..I would care less if the sensex crashed by ten thousand points !
You think I'm complaining..but no,I am not. I don't even want your life..a life as a selfish and ignorant brat who doesn't even know the value of the things you get in life. You well off people are so darn full of complaints,and you NEVER cherish the proper meal you may get !
But anyway..I have to stop telling my story to you now..its time that another drunkard dropped on the door, and asked for some food.

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The above is a story of a small child labourer..need I say anymore.

Fly away

Let me escape this world
Let me hide somewhere in the debris of tomorrow.

Ask that apparition hounding my eyes to fly away
Someone close the door which life has opened again

I don't want to live,I don't want to survive.
Perhaps the fabricated world is enough for only a demon to suffice.

Take the sun,give me the moon.
Take the banes,give me JUST one boon.

Life used to be colorless.

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I decided to let it be like that.
And,yes,I am happy.

50 posts..and it seems like 05 days..

Yeeeeeeeeesh! The moment is finally here..and SO is my 50th post. Gosh..I feel so excited as if I'm having my marriage in a few days. Lol..there were dedications...there were poems..there were chocolates..there were pictures..and there was EVERYTHING ELSE..in short a complete CELEBRATION ! ..And so..before I show you the gifts people gave me..let me give away the RETURN gifts first. :D As some of you might be aware of..I'm a big coffee and book (novel) addict..so therefore..the party will be a dedication to each of you on the basis of my liking and such..

FiRsT :-

WILLIAM WORDSWORTH..Perhaps one of the most versatile and beautiful writer/poet who existed in the world.. This goes to the writing Marvels..
Cinderella -(her poems ought to give you complexes..she was one of my first readers as well..she's the sweet-dimpled-girl who..{as per my rating} has one of the finest writing skills..*kudos* to you,dear)
Solitaire - (This "psycho" is who I'm really fond of! ;) And someone really down-to-earth and her write ups about the reality are what can actually penetrate its way upto your heart. Keep up the work,my lady!)
Sameera (the "desi" girl..whose write ups have their own charm..one of the first people who I interacted with OUTSIDE blogger)
Riversoul (SID!..ah..he's the one whose so "often" inspired by what i write..so many times checked., never learns :P..besides tht..he's one magic weaver of words)
Vinay (The "Kreative Konjourer" {mind the KK thingie}..he's the FANTABULOUS writer whose got a totally different and effective style..and he'll always be there for your help)
Mayz (OOOH..this guy..I so hate him! He came here some time before me..but now we've got a lotta competition..lol. His short-and-sweet stuff is so infectious that it has some kind of magnet in it,which automatically attracts people to him!)
Jane (the female who MAKES a HUGE difference..she was perhaps one of the first friend-cum-chweetheart who I got on blogger..the Diva..and the queen who will always and forever win people's hearts with her write ups based on REALITY)
Vinayak : (his scribblings or ramblings..please the eyes forever..the stories are totally the type you can relate to..and this hunk is the person whose story-writing skills are WOW :O) These people also get my favourite cup of coffee...which may be rare..but is perhaps the tastii-eeest ever! :D which CAFFÈ LATTE!

SeCoNd :

Second are the people who I think have one of the most down-to-earth attitudes..and have a simple way of writing out their feelings. They might not be pros who only get into writing poetry or stories,but what they write is totally based on a normal person's life. The book they get is perhaps one of those which I have always loved reading (and re-reading) Yeah..its "To Sir,with love' . Simple..yet effective is what their style is. And so these people are :-
Keshi-(When she gave her blog a title she must have had something in her mind..'cos her blog is truly a one which a VIVA might have had. Beautiful and sober {the fashion diva,she is..btw}..her style has always been the one which gets into a normal person's life)
Divkiran : (Okay..I ought not forget this beaautiful Punjabi kudi whose truly my CHWEEEETU!..its an experience in itself to read the stuff she writes..and maybe her simplicity is gonna take you up..and you gotta say WHOA!)
Chriz-(He might have been writing for double or triple the time as me {ref: Chronic Writer} but his funny will always be elegible to satisfy the laughter instilled in the 28038923 coming generations as well! KUDOS to his funny bone..{I so wish I had one as well})
Saim-(My online brother..whose also BETTER known as COMFORTABLY NUMB..his place ought to make you comfortable,but certainly not NUMB..lol. He's the big time 'Desi Girl' fan whose got a sober style of bringing himself up.
Daydreamer- (He might have named himself Daydreamer,but certainly his posts show him up as one of the most alive and borne-to-reality types..his posts will always leave you in a considerable state of thinking..where you'll be a bit lost about what's right and whats not..but still he's one adorable guy!)
Neha - (Better known as "d gypsy" or "d sinner"..she's one girl whose got an attitude of her own..and will amuse you to no extent with her photography skills..{trust me,her dps are most bootifull! :D}..she MS.CHANDOK who hardly updates her blog often,and has to be reminded by people like me everytime to do so..but anyway,she's a gem as well..MY GYPSY WOMAN..;) The coffee that I'm gonna share with these rocking people,is perhaps one of the most common..yet one of the most loved ones-->> CaffÈ Cappuchino

ThIrD :

These are the beautiful people who have a hell lotta passion and love inside them,and are writers and people who actually FEEL what they write..even if they're not the BIGGIES of blogville,they maintain a secret yet beloved corner of my heart..And so...these are the people who deserve another of my favourite book- Wuthering Heights. And just as the name might suggest..these guys have a hell lotta potential in them!

Trinaa : (My "TIIIINUUUUU/TINNIIIEEE" baby..she's the chhote baal vaali super cute bachi (mind you she's 21) whose got a extra sweet thing in her..{jhoot bolne ki bhi hadd hoti hai na,tiinnu?}..she's got some really fabulous poems up her sleave..like the FIRST one on her newly-born blog-> Tangy Truths..ooh yes..I am a fan of this poem's last lines,Tinnu! Love you too..)
HP : (The possessor of X and Y chromosomes..lol. The faaaaaab photo vaali didi..{photographer,yaar}..she's very new-types to Blogville and she's not the poetry person..but somehow her sense of humour or maybe just her posts manage to make me smile..keep it up,Phalguni Pathak's sister..lol :P)
Shatabdi : (There are certain people who still ought not believing that her name is Shatabdi ..but Shatabdu is a really sweet gurlie..whose got an awwesome blog template {okay okay..I know I'm obsessed with them!} She still ought to discover the writer in her!..)
Farah : (Better known as "ThinkTank"..she's the one whose got all kinds of mysterious and enigmatic stuff up her blog..try visiting her sometime..she can certainly set you into deep thoughts..and I personally feel..her display name is so appropriate..Farah Rules)

XH : (Short and sweet..simple and straightforward..thats totally how this person is..{yes,I am a major psycho here}..he's the bike racer,and a PRO photographer..trust me,some of his pictures really leave me captivated. Don't I love his blog template too! :D..stay the same,mate..)
Macadamia : (MAMA MIA..HERE I GO AGAIN..MY MY..HOW CAN I RESIST YOU!..the song says it all..muah)
Meghna : The person who really got me started on Blogger..the one who is to be blamed about my straightforward and rude tongue {lol..no,not really}..she's sucha cutipie..and perhaps one of the "loved" people of Blogville..but people..WAKE UP..she's not that cute at all! :P..she's like my xerox copy..:D..I'm pulling her leg thats it..she's a cool person to be with..CHEERS)
Aneri : (A beautiful person..and a caring indvidual as well..she's one person who you'll be proud to know..Thankyou,lady!)

The guys above get some coffee which is real rare..but well..its a personal fave..so be it! :D..
Its a cup of : Expresso Romano
Bitter it is...yet...I'M LOVING IT!

FoUrTh :

This will go to all the people who did make a difference..Akshaya (the curly headed lass,whose got SOME talent)..Divya (boootifoool and insane..yet a lover of life),Shravana (a recently discovered friend..yet to explore) Goonj (the lass whose actually "high on life"..and is actually always on a "high"..lol..kiddin'..but ANYWAY!) Vikram (the rain boy..who can actually get rains of tears on your face if you get into the depth of some of his posts) Anwesa (maybe she updates her blog once in a decade..but what she comes up with is PURE GOLD!) Arunima-(newly come up here..yet a cuteheart <3),Disguise,Shrutilaya,Cess...and so many more..oh..I'm so damn perplexed!

All these people get a cup of : MOCHA!..yes..my beloved :D *okay okay..don't remind me that all of the coffeeees I gave up were my beloved-z*

:ThE DeDiCaTiOnS :

RIVERSOUL :

Congrats in advance on ur 50th post, Ayu.
:)
I'm nearing there, but not quite there yet.

Here's my little contribution to the 50th mega block buster of a post.
:)

:)
Walking on the long shore line,
Watching you make magic fine,
Listening to your thoughtful piece
Thinking of the distant seas!

Laughing softly at your mimes,
Yearning most for your true chimes.
Living just the way prescribed,
Its a life that you described.

Love your works of passioned art,
Thus I feel herein my heart.
Words that delve deep from the start,
Seldom can one stay apart!

Let's rejoice! This day we pray,
Fame and fortune cross your way!
Lets enjoy! The dawn is bright,
The sun outshined by your true light!

DAYDREAMER :

Heya Sweetheart...

first wat a mail id ...lol...I uded to had few like this kissingdeath like sorta id...but wen i see it now it seems foolishness not on my part but wen i apply for a job even this ID sourish.bio seems funny...but for that phase ..there are years .....so enjoy :D

Th pic that I was gonna send u ..I m attaching ...

now for ur blog....what I think is...

When i first started to read chemerical thoughts...I thought that this is a goth guy's blog..yeah I kno sounds so guy thing..but seriously only a guy can match up or better might try to match up ur work...coz u r better than the best I knew...it had a touch of Death metal lyrics...andWhen i got to kno that this is a new kid on the block..i was so amazed yet i was so proud of the fact that I kno sumone whose gonna thrash all the records to be the dark queen of the gothic world..
I love ur blog not beacause u r my lil sis...but because its radical..
Kudos girl!!
U rock!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bhaiya

XH : (made that for me..cute no?)

HP : (she designed an awesome header for me.check it out)
CINDERELLA :
as for my dedication for Chemerical thoughts...the only thing I can think of is, its lot more than what it appears on the surface...wonder how many break that ice and get to dive in...

KESHI :
Crystal clear skies
Exceptionally her
A chemerical quest
Of a heart's desire
She spins magic
And delivers love
With silver kisses
Of a Crystal dove

JANE :

"a mass of curls,
a breath of fresh air,
her smile and wit shines bright amidst a bunch of teen-girls,
she truly is a gem so rare."

HEMANTH :

She started her blog as a seed

She writes her post without greed

her posts always makes everyone happy to read

In whole blogsville she gets to have a lead

she is always there whenever anyone is in need

so i tend to write her a meed

and congratulate on her 50th feed

KASHMEERA :

Hi Aayushi,
Here's my dedication for you...(and sorry about not commenting so often...I do read everything you put up thru the google reader...just haven't had time to come by to write comments :(!)

For this dear little girl...who is truly wise beyond her years. I wish more adults would think like she does, the world would be a much more peaceful place!


And a message for you Aayushi, (don't publish this if you don't like it...its more of a personal message for you) keep smiling always and don't think so much about death and all such sad things. The sad/grim things are part of life, I agree, but why not choose to always see the sun shining...even if it is only through some dark clouds, it is still shining!
--
Be Yourself - Everyone else is taken
-Oscar Wilde

THINKTANK :

CHRIZ :

Dear Aayushi

you have seen only 50% of the world that i have seen
Yes I am talking about numbers. Me being 26 and you being just 13
Man!But you girl amaze me each and every single day with your philosphical depth
I can't really imagine the kinda posts you would come up with when you turn twenty
The next generation are gonna talk about your blog
Mark my words! It is gonna happen and it will happen

Congratulations on reaching 50 posts. It has been a slow and steady approach and it has been good.
The number of people in your blog family in so very little time indeed shows your pulling power
May the good Lord bless you and shower his blessings for you to write and May you have a great blog future

Cheers and Prayers
Chriz

SACHI : (she truly put in a lot of effort in making this for me..enlarge and see)

Trinaa :

i dont think there is anything i could say about this girl that could do justice to the amount of talent she has...she is truly god-gifted...an amazing writer...a stunning poet...a brilliant photographer and most of all, a wonderful soul...she is witty..smart..intelligent..and my baby!!! :D
well i always knew ppl from my school rock but this gal goes way beyond 'normal rock', what she actually does is shake you by your very conscience...make you get up and take notice..of all that is right...and all that is wrong...
you will make it really big one day sweetie... so let me give u a hug now..before you go so high that i wont be able to reach you...mwaaahh me baby..tc :')--

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Love,
Tinni

To Crystal.. Happy Fiftieth. =)
Something short and totally original for you! :D

DIVYA :
Curly.

It is such a nice word. I just like the way it sounds. All twirly and girly.


Curs are bouncy,
Curls are FUN,
Curls don't look good on everyone.
Just on a few,
Like on me and on you. ;)

PS: Guys with curls look cute too!!

A message :
Perhaps all this might seem like "friend-gathering-post" to some people..bu I'm sorry..I wasn't here to please people,or even make fiends..I just wanted a medium to share what I felt..but somehow the soft heart Aquariun in me always found a friend in everyone..(even though I may get cheated..it makes no difference) There are the people mentioned here..and oh yes..there are so many more!
PS- Check this out :(Find yourself!)