I can't think of any good book to read. And it has to be a really good book. So, i have decided to write my own. Here it goes....

On a midnight metro train travels a girl. Her hair are long, lips small. Her eyes round like a marble, her cheeks flat. She barely manages to reach the arm hangs, but hangs on. People around her stare, no one moves. They think is amusing, a free circus, a story to share. Shes not embarrassed, not now. She's grown used to it. It was initially very tough, like thorns pricking you everywhere. She would twitch, cross her legs, arms, mind. Then they just became random noise. Slowly they melted into the surrounding, they were as expected as metro announcement. She liked those announcements, she would try and guess what the man in English spoke. Her mother knew English, highly unusual for a women of her age. But she got the business going, if you caught her on one of her best days, u'd end up paying double for Zia. Zia, what an ironic name.

I shouldn't be writing

Ahh it feels good to be back. Get that familiar keyboard under my fingers, that camel and white screen template. If only my blog could smell, it would smell of a forgotten book in the other end of the cupboard. Just the way i like them. But i shouldn't be here. It wasn't planned. I was on a mission. A mission to write. I was only suppose to be picking up things from here, inspiration for say.

Has it been that long since i last wrote that i have forgotten my style? Or has my world changed so differently that i don't feel the way i used to? I wish to gain back what i have lost. For starters can someone help me identify what i have lost.

Even now i struggle to write more, yet i shall continue. In due course i shall attempt at making a silly joke on Shera and hope my readers find it funny. But this never happened in the past. Yours truly would write what came to his mind. Only stopping to use the spell check.

So much is happening around me i wish to stand up and talk about. The metro, delhities last savior from the monstrous blue lines, has got a compartment reserved specially for ladies now. In todays world where women talk of equality and shopping with equal fervor, was such a step necessary?

And The Great Games-CWG 2010...ahh every writers bowl of rice. What can i say about them in such a short space.

I want to write about all this and lots more. But why cant i?

Have i lost my Mojo? any suggestions Austin Powers?

The Pull

Eureka!!! Thanks to my equally intellectual friend and accomplice Dhananjai (what a "in-your-face" name, right?) i have found the meaning to EVERYTHING!!! Wow, doesnt it sound so easy? Everything, what a big domain the word encompasses. From "why did the apple fall towards the ground?" to "Why Mr.X found Mrs.Y better than Mrs.X?", everything can be explained through a simple reason. Pull. Everything has a Pull towards it...weather its our dreams towards us or the light towards mosquitoes. Everything pulls. Question is, can we escape this pull? can we detach ourselves from everything and roam as an isolated commodity. Can we reach nirvana?

THE DILLI WAY- "WE DO IT TOGETHER"

I'm Back

Hello People!
Sorry for the sudden and long dissapearance. I know hardly anyone of you might have noticed dust accreting on my blog but still ill put out an excuse.You see your's truly was shot a few months back. It did hurt a lot no doubt but after a few weeks as i recovered and was ready to get back on track i got this ego boost that someone actually tried killing me!!! That means i was actually important enough for someone to risk getting caught to shoot me down. I had to find out who was it. So when i plumbed into the situation feeling all important and crying for 'Z' security, i found out that my shooter was a deranged lover on his way to kill his girlfriend and just decided to do some shooting practice first. Shooting practice!!! i was his plastic duck!!! That just took me deep into depression. I know what a sad story my life is...anyways i'm up and running now so ill see you more often on this space. Keep dropping by. Thank You.

P.S you are more than welcome to send me chocolates, teddys....card?