Something raging

This is it. Right now. Something I feel once a while, sometimes it lasts for seconds and sometimes for weeks and months. This anger. Reason? Simple? One? Many? Someone? Everyone? I don't know. It's like a cycle. Blood pressure pumping anger or anger fueling blood pressure- both are simply high. And this isn't one of those feelings that I do know and do understand, when everything just feels as worthless as usual and strangely without a reason at all. This is something else. More or less? Good or bad? Controlled or leaking? I don't know. It's like a drink, acting somehow even when you're awake and well trying to feed the senses. Something that just simply kills all the wishes to share or speak out. Or if I do speak out, turns me off for discussing it. In a moment, everything feels just so delicate. Doors, walls, distemper chipping off in one of those sign giving corners, CDs, hinges, floor, plastic, metal, food, people, gadgets, screens, packing, fitting, bolts, plugs, vases, pipes, wires, buttons, current, perfumes, handles, surfaces, contacts, brochures, business cards, adhesives, polythene bags, tube lights, ICs, internet- everything I see or hear or smell or feel or touch or mere think about- intentionally or accidentally.

This is what it is. One of the moods. One of the seasons. One of the moments. One of the hours. Anytime. Evergreen. Never ending. Life consuming. Destructive. Self destructive. Critical. Unmanageable yet bearable. Observable yet immeasurable. Suppressible but not erasable.
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I don't want comments on this one but if you want to say anything at all about anything, email me, or just say here- I READ IT. :) :( :-\

Cheers! [I did one of the least things about recording it]
Thanks!

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One way glass

Cleaning the numbers of white telephone..
Sorry didn’t tell I was imagining you home..
Was ready to never make a sound all way through..
Slipped out of me I was thinking about you..
So is the pressure of being a good guy..
But what does a good man ever acquire..
So is the light that’s just driving me mad..
All I wish still is still all I ever had..
So are you having a slow time fast?
I ‘ll stay watching you through one way glass..

Speaking out everything just not my voice..
Feeling the fear will you forever rejoice..
Hanging upside down by a free will ladder..
If you just go ahead you ‘ll surely feel better..
So is the tension seeing the sun so alone..
Radiating signals for a child who left home..
So is the blanket suit I feel wrapped into..
Through rain or fire I ‘ll stay listening to you..
Am I still winning in hiding till tricky time lasts..
I wish I was on the wrong side of one way glass..

I don't have a poetry blog anymore because I think I was wasting a few KBs of the web. But you don't get over your bad habits so easily, right?! Even if it looks misplaced, I don't care, I don't have anywhere else to put it. So just

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The Acid Theory by Chatush Reejonia

Once, in the second half of the first year of my Bachelor's, my classmate Chatush gave out a theory, hanging on the poles of one of the not so popular bus stops around our college. And that was the time, when the theory actually made sense. Although I assisted him in further developing the patentable theory but the original concept was his so two salutes and five cheers to that!

The theory holds that somewhere in the early days of our college, large quantity of a highly toxic acid fell all over the institute's premises and that is the reason why, all we have in the name of students, teachers, classmates and college mates are characters. And since these characters are hybrids of human race, no actor, no matter how good, can act as them.

These characters are unexplainable and indescribable since recording their properties and deeds into language is next to impossible. But the theory holds. And yes, it holds good!

We just hope that the acid doesn't radiate its wicked properties to us too till we get out of there in black coats. So far so good, we don't feel much affected, even though I am more or less sure that some of the symptoms must be noticeable by my friends or family. We will fight and we 'll fight for the rights of new freshers joining in this August.

The theory is a secret though but I am sure again that everybody even a bit lesser on acid must have given the characters a second thought.

Please give our college a visit if any of your researches include studying phenomena like this one. We're living examples of human resistance. But we suggest you to not visit on Saturdays because we believe it was a Saturday when the acid fell, since we were mostly absent on Saturdays. My so called college is named after IIT and its located in D block of Janak Puri. No address is required as you only have to follow a pungent smell and empty plots filled with trash. Or if you are a bit telepathic towards the human race, you can look for signals and traces of over innovative beaming minds.

Thank you for going through our award acclaiming theory, we 're already in the process of getting it patented. :)

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The following picture was taken in Appu Ghar about three months later from the day we believe to be The Acid Day:

[Left: me; Right: Chatush Reejonia]

The radiation had so much grown till then that the famous amusement park (in fact the best amusement park of Delhites' childhood) was closed in months after we stepped in with two other classmates for mere a day. It was my birthday in fact.

We 're still out there. We 're still fighting.

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Telepathy troubleshooting

Is something wrong?
No, nothing's wrong.. Why?!
Just felt so..
Nah.. Wrong telepathy..
Okay.. Happens..
I smell Crax.. But I don't see Crax anywhere..
Ow.. Go get some then, and for me too..

Life's all about speaking out. But sometimes, even though you know that you don't speak out almost half the things, many times a day to start with, when you don't keep anything unspoken, others tend to guess it. Its like, okay I do that- fine, but I didn't do it this time.. And when you're doubted about it, you feel like explaining all the times when you did that and that right then when you didn't.

Okay! Now don't look at me like that.. There's nothing wrong.. If there was something wrong, I would have told you..
[Another stare]
I mean I would have told you if there was something really wrong.. Godd! When, only sometimes I do that and dont tell, its not that something's wrong or something.. Can we please get rid of that stare?!
[Stare continues..]

There's nothing you can do about it. All you can do is go out and get Crax, and raise it up in the air and send telepathic signals to your signal catching friend.

To be continued..

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