Send me to hell.

I feel like giving myself a tight slap on both my damned cheeks. I was the world's most greediest and jealous person alive today. I am ashamed. Golu you were soo right in saying I am the most jealous prick.

As if I don't get to eat. Damned what happens to me when I lay my eyes on food. I have no control. I suck at it. I should be ashamed. I am. From today, NO STARING AT FOOD AND STOP BEHAVING LIKE YOU DON'T GET TO EAT. AND STOP BEING STUPID. GAWD, THE REPENTANCE. :|

Bloody damned me.

:(


Hate myself.

I should be drowned and burnt and then sprayed with peppermint. Curses on me.

The Last one.

He said it today. He swore he would not touch it again. He swore that this would be his last taste of nicotine. He swore he would never again light one and blow out the circles with the biggest smile of satisfaction on his face. This wasn't the first time he did swear. But this time we begged. We knew that his lungs would soon be caked with tar and this would be the end. But we were helpless. All we did was begged. And all he did was promise. Time after time. Until we somehow started letting loose the rope that tied him to us. But we loved him and still begged.

There was a reason behind every Cigarette he inhaled. As if the world was in a better mood, as if at that time there was nobody other than him, the marlboro sealed between his lips and his endless thoughts that circled through his mind. 


For him, it was the same old words from every person who knew that he was slowly slipping away. The same "Don't do it. Do this one thing for me and quit what you're doing". He would listen. And maybe feel bad about hurting the said person. For not living up to his expectations. But that was all. The next step he couldn't do. Maybe he didn't try hard enough. It was all so confusing to him. And the solution to being in a dilemma again was that cylindrical pipe that he felt would relieve him of all the miseries. That would break him away from what was going around him. He would then promise that this was his last.


It all happened again. And in the end, he sneaked out to the balcony; and hesitantly savored his promised last Cigarrete again. 


The cycle still continues....


*This was inspired by an article I was reading that day about smoking as an addiction and how hard it is to leave it behind. I would love to hear your reactions*


Thanks for stopping by,


SAM B

Because I was forced to post. :P

Golu this one is for you because you begged kid. :P

The header above is from a dance performance which had less of dancing and more of drama in it. Doing the function was a learning experience. The person with me in that picture is Sonali Mashi who is an exceptional dancer and a choreographer as well. The dance was mainly based on bits of freestyle rabindranritya and bits of manipuri. The drama is based on Rabindranath's  dance-drama Chandalika. It's a dramatic story and has a very important message of judging a person not by her race, her color but purely by the human being she is. It says things like - Every person around you has the same blood flowing through his/her body ... so how do we call someone to be a low-caste person or someone to be superior!

I am sleepy. Very very sleepy and my partially open eyes are not helping so I'll call it a day.

Thanks for stopping by,

Night. Later

SAM B

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Im a bit busy now....A new post coming sooon

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SAM B

10 meters more!

Ok so that day we had our annual sports meet and I was there in the girl's inter house relay. And we were a team of 4. 4*100=400m relay. I would be running the final 100m. Well, I got the baton last. The second runner and third one totally screwed up the run. Our first runner Smriti was superb. Gave the second chick the baton 1st and then our curve went downnn. So I got the baton last.

So what happens in the last 100 m ahead!

Firstly you see 3 people ahead of you and the first one already halfway.

That is the time it strikes you that one at a time knock them out.

1st one overtaken. Nice! 75 m left. 1st runner has 25 m left. DAMN!

2nd one overtaken. "I can do this."

3rd one is about to finish.....but I'm close..the lead she had is narrowing down to a few metres....This is it. But then you see the finish line coming closer ...you need more distance maybe 5-10 m more to overtake. This is the time when you go ga-ga and you wanna jump over the line...maybe just push her aside and finish.

Just a few more meters you beg. People around you go screaming and cheering up but it's all in your mind. You see people jumping up and down. You can't hear there voices. Your head is jammed. And then all of a sudden the race ends. 

I came second.

And then you hear things like- Awesome pick up man! You did great! But deep inside you know that this could have been yours only if you'd got the baton 1-2 secs earlier. So what you do is just keep walking!

You wanna repeat the whole thing again.

These emotions....just sweep you off your feet in a time of some seconds. It's amazing how the whole thing happens.

And for the over enthusiastic type ( read me ) after maybe 1-2 weeks after the specific day, I keep on replaying the whole situation and start thinking of the extra time or the extra miles I'd begged for.

Well, Maybe I'm thinking too much but whatever. That's me. I could have won. :P 10 meters more!

SAM B

You lift my feet off the ground; turn me around!

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