Clasping drenched temples trying to push the pain inside stuff it so hard into a paper ball pressed smaller, smaller, smaller. Doubling up quadrupling it just trying to make it go and vanish and whoosh and leave you relieved and content and free. Gritting teeth and creasing brows and banging feet and fists and oh no, its still there why and the music doesn't obliviate it and it hurts and why can't you just poof! and go you, you...
Get lost, work.
[Why does this sound like The Rant of The Constipated?]
Saturday, July 12, 2008
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I didn't understand the post at all! what was the purpose of writing it?:P
Aku : When did I start writing with a purpose? Remember the doodling? Its the same. =P
The bracketed last line made sense to me...:P
I like your double meaning talent, although all I can do at times is just figure out that you mean two ways. I generally dont get the other part of it.
Like this time. :)
I liked it...
Pretty apt, if you ask me...
Also...Would you care to visit our four scene blog....
After exam,get-your-frustration-out rant?
Your smaller, smaller managed to become bigger, bigger. Oh, nevermind, main sirf bachche bana raha tha.
Okay, that didn't come out right. I was only kidding. Using SMS language doesn't always help, you know.
And LOL@Overheard in class. Our teacher never talked busts in class. And we thought she was brave to have mentioned sex and girlfriends a couple of times. Also, that poem, An Elementary School Classroom in a Slum. I hate it, abso-fuc*ing-lutely hate it. Kill Stephen Spender if you find him, okay?
Wow, I actually remembered the name of the poem and the poet. Go me! Aise hi 92 marks nahi aaye. :P
@ Vasu : Wow ya! I actually did understand everything! Randumb shit,eh?! :P
@ Ish : Kuch log itna show of karte hain,like oh my dog! and why do you abso-fuc*ing-lutely hate the poem? and yeah,we've got wierd teachers in our school..so you can expect those kinda things!
Lasha : Lol, it made sense with the rest or without the rest? I like your honesty. =P
Kika : Sure, honey. =P
Kishore : After exam results, omg-I-have-so-much-work-pending rant. =P
Ish : Bachche bana raha tha? LOL!
Oh, ours mentions busts, sex, living in and asks us to think about extra-marital affairs in preparation for Value Education classes. =P I sorta liked the poem, y'know. =/ Don't like the one before it one bit. =|
Haha, publicizing marks, o gloater? =P 93. *waggles a thumb in your face* Iss bar nahi aayenge. =(
Rad : Honestly?! Might think about the Maa deal after this then. =P
Oh, and you're right about the teachers. 9th standard. *shudders* Suppressed sexual urges, wasn't it? =P
Busts, sex and living in? Wow, some teachers you have. But then again, you don't have boys in your class. You should've seen the scene when they taught us the sexual reproduction waala chapter in 10th at tuitions. Ladke ladkiyon ko alag alag padhaaya tha..separate batches mein. I think unko laga ki ek saath sexual reproduction padha diya toh baithe baithe hi do chaar bachche ho jayenge. Yeah, right.
Elementary School se pehle waala poem kaunsa hai? Mereko yaad nahi.
Tere tenth mein 93 aaye the? :-o Mere 89. Tere is baar 95 se upar aayenge, dekhna. Nahi aaye toh apna naam badal liyo :P
@Maa: You should be proud of me, you know. :-/
They're weird. Verrrry weird. Didn't you see my reply to your Matashree's comment? Suppressed sexual urges manifesting themselves as vandalism. Honestly. =/
LOL, that is so tactless. There was one in the 7th too, right? Same scenario that time too? =P
Um, My Mother at Sixty Six, is it? =S Honestly, I need to attend some English classes for a change. Haven't been to any since school reopened. ^.^
Oh, deal. Kaafi naam hai choose karne ke liye. A thorn by any other name pricks as hard, anyway. =P
Double entendre. Hehe.
YOU!
[Deja vu? :P]
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