Something that catches eyes and seeps in the memory

The destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah by John martin. Based on a story from the bible. The details are mind blowing and captivating. I can sit and watch this for hours if I'm given regular supplies of beer and chicken.


























Kidding. this will be on the wall of my room one day.

Never let anybody shit out in your face because poopy faces are subjected to laughter risks

Very appropriate. Took me one straight minute.



I, have now come to understand
that wearing of a mask is but
a pitiable effort at solitude-ism
so is any other possible way
of saving our liverish ass
from the allegedly perpetually bad world
because
what is a necessarily MAINTAINED fact is the
INDIVIDUALITY
everything else, everything cheesy, corny, teary
is flaky in its attempts of GROUPING,
is like mustard seeds
before your majesty's phenomenal eviscerating dexterity of
maintaining
us humans in an invisible tube
so tough, so old.
We are all but specimens
MAINTAINED
in our own cylinders.
I can love the big-headed kid next to my cylinder
but cant carry it with me to the dissection class. Not that I have one.

and the radiohead people are so right
when they chant in my head as i get distracted by the redness of my fingers today

“Everything in its right place”

primary

for long me thinks red is the color of poverty. no its not blood or those sickle political flags. its tomato. the only thing which is cheap enough that the poor buy it. and look its a fruit and is yet available in the vegetable market. but that has all changed now. blue is the color of poverty now. enter a slum. the wall. the color. you have choice between blue and white and most houses go for blue coz white is,well white. that robin blue powder is cheap. and not just that water. a rickshawman once said that water ought to be much more heavier. will fill the stomach better. can absorb bad alcohol's bitter taste. he has a blue rickshaw. and brinjals are cheap this season.so blue is this seasons color of the poor.

free

Hmph

I've seen the graffiti at Marine Lines too. But I am not going to be all praises.
Because.
I.
read.
a.
line.
saying-
" Mumbai city is now UNDEAD ".
:|
So much to signify our unbroken spirit.
I don't have a picture but if you don't trust me, go see it for yourself.

=/

Chicken curry

I smell chicken curry as I'm typing this.
I smell chicken curry and the aroma is amazing.
The cupboard door refuses to close and my table is a mess again
I can smell chicken curry against the background noise.
The bell ringing.
The fan.
My parent's screams.
The cupboard door creaking.
I smell chicken curry and the aroma is amazing.
I think I'll go eat now.

Graffiti

On a weekend morning, you get up grumbling because of leg cramps, dehydration, and fatigue, only to realize the lecture starts in precisely 2 minutes from now. You pretend to care, you get ready quickly. But instead of going to the class, you go to the station, catch a train, and travel to the last stop: Churchgate.
I did it just so that I could sleep all the way to Churchgate, have a breakfast, and sleep all the way back.

So that morning, I was Wimpy burger's first customer. I took an extra pack parcel and went to Marine Lines.

Outside Marine Lines station, I noticed graffiti.
After inquiring around a bit, I found out that after the 26/11 attacks, a graffiti drive was started where anyone could come and paint the walls allotted outside the station. It could be anything related to the city, or other national issues. I've clicked some pictures, I hope you like them.
There were many more but this is all that I have.










And now my favourites:

Anabiosi

No.
Don't scroll down to check who wrote this post.
How inconvenient naw?
I'll spare you the trouble.
This post has been posted by Siddhesh.
And written by me,A.

I don't think you know who I am.
And that doesn't really matter.
Because I'll tell you what you know already.
This blog is dead.

Okay,I'll be nicer.
This blog is in coma.
But you know already.
I've been approached to become an author for this collaboration blog,which by the way is a fantastic idea,to revive it.
But I'm not going to add to the evergrowing list of authors.

I'm here only to talk.
And hopefully breathe new life into it.

The collaboration blog is a unique idea. So how come its not working?
Here are some of the basic problems that you know already:

1) USP.
What is this blog really about?
Teenage angst?
But are you all in the same age group? Are all the authors in their teens?
Social issues?
Butbutbut this is personal stuff.
Poetry?
But do all of you write poetry?

One of the things I observed is that every author has a unique thought process.
Deeganto,the cynic.
Sapna,the wise (:D)
Aritry,the dreamer.
Vighnesh,the nihilist.
Nik,the realist.
Sidd,the counter-cynic.
I don't know the others.
Maybe that is where you need to build the foundation for this blog.
A common thread coupled with a uniqueness to match.

A question: When people ask you,what this blog is about,what do you say?

You say its about a bunch of bloggers writing what they like .
What I am trying to say is that you are focussing on the wrong part of the sentence.


2)The Dilemna.

You get inspired.
You write.
It feels great.
You've never written anything like it.

But where do you post it.


On my personal blog ofcourse.
Its SO ME.

But I haven't posted here for almost a decade now.

Can I post it at both places?
Would that seem weird? Where will the authors feel like commenting.

Bah.I know for a fact if I post it HERE,atleast the authors would read it.


Wait,I have more than twice the number the followers for my own blog.

But.

As a writer it is difficult to not expect appreciation.
The Dilemna can ONLY be solved if you find that common thread.


3)The eccentricity.

With so many artists,poets and writers out here,I don't see why this place lacks the zing.
Time to change the look guys.

4) The Salaam-e-Ishq problem.

With so many authors on this blog,it is difficult for a reader to keep track.
Even for a seasoned reader like me,I have to scroll down to check who posted the post because it takes time to get used to the writing style of a person.
Ever wondered why Salaam-e-Ishq was a flop ?( bwahhahaha okay,that was bad :D)
But then again,if you can find the common thread,that's done it.


5)The Posting Dilemna.

Unfortunately,most readers have a really short attention span.
And unless the writing really affected the reader,he wont read further.
Here is what is happening:

Sidd posts at 9:30 am.(Just hypothetically)
Aritry comes online.
Comments.
1 comment.

Aritry posts at 10:00 am.Same day.
10 comments.

Know why that is?
Because most readers wont go beyond one post a day.Yes.I am one of them.It is true.

Keep a specific time interval between each post so that every author gets noticed,appreciated in the same proportion.
Or keep specific days of the week for every author.
Or think of your own solution.
This will solve the other dilemna too.(point 2,dudheads.)

6) The publicity problem.

Fact 1: If you have to rely on publicity,your content is not good enough.

Fact 2: First impressions count more than publicizing the blog. Readers will follow only if they are struck by it.

Fact 3: Number of followers following does not determine how good a blog is,the writing does.


7)It is the first thing you learn in Blogspot.
The more you update,the more readers you get.
Some readers come again to check up if you've updated.
If you haven't,he might not come again.
Write more.
More.
MORE.


8) Do not listen to what I say.

I didn't want to sound like I know it all.
I am not offering you advice.
Bring out your own solutions.
The problems are evident,so think differently and make this dead (oops,comatose) blog come alive.
I just thought I'll help,since you asked.

So stop mooning about how this blog is a fail and turn the damn thing around,wokay?

Cheers,
A.





:D

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Admin note:

Find A at http://chindichaddi.blogspot.com/

Note to authors:

We need all hands on deck. NOW.

Sorry if i sound bossy.

Energy cant be pumped back because it is in solid state.

THAT, was random.
and random should be pronounced as randome.
Condom should be pronounced as condome.
boredom as bodom.


What i WANTED to say was
Sometimes, all it takes to know your true self is
Standing in front of
the
Mirror, mirror on the wall.


In other news,
Sidd, give us the link toh, baba! Or is it exclusively for Deeganto..:(

DAED DAED DAED!!

Yes.

I know i've misspelled the title.

Thrice.

I couldn't bring myself to write that the blog was indeed dead and has been for some time now.

But i'm a believer.

Lets pump some oxygen back into this baby.

Whatsay people?

Starting C.P.R. NOW...

P.S.: This is sidd btw.

P.P.S.: Deeganto, I started a new blog btw. Like a very long time back. Its mostly for dark poetry though. So, whatever.