Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Wednesday, May 29, 2013 Pallav Gogoi 2 comments
My dreams are often dark, noisy and sometimes silent like the clam sea. I see dry oasis, I see unknown alleys, I see strange faces staring and scoffing at me. My dreams are like unending movies full of whining and torture. I see half moonlit roads without people, I see music, I could smell perfumes, I generally fly in my sleep. There are talking trees, there is warmness, there’s a beautiful world in my dreams.
People criticising my thoughts, taking my silence for granted, I see words floating everywhere in my living room, I struggle to combine them, I keep running, I keep falling, my dreams are weird, I remember them all.
The dark shadow from my dreams often visits my second kingdom, beyond the awaken world, the dark shadow keeps me busy with all the rubbish excuses. I am in love with that shadow as I see some truth in its invisibility.
When you talk about your dreams, you are generally regarded as a mental health patient, for me dreams are your suppressed imaginations and aspirations, which you want to complete in your real life someday. Dreams are prophecies that make you aware of the forthcoming future, happiness and surprises.
The dark shadow from my dream is my guiding light. I never see its face; I only see an image of someone like me walking slowing, stopping and flying along with me.
Can you hear the weird noises in your dreams, do you see yourself struggling to finish something, do you cry in your dreams? Dream is your alternative reality. The dark shadow isn’t your enemy; it’s someone who protects you from every forthcoming adversary.
Monday, May 27, 2013
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Beyond the ambiguity and hyperbole
There’s that aplomb
The anachronism triumphs
The incongruous things attracts me
Is there an acronym for hate?
Is love for you is inconvertible?
Can I inculcate more discipline in my life?
Will those insipid moments fade away?
What’s the analogy between love and lust?
Are we antithesis?
I am an antonym of silence
Is this an irony?
I am no loquacious
I am just ludicrous
Waiting for a metamorphosis
Want to be more lucid
I am asinine
I am in love with assonance
I want to run away from the ballyhoo
The motif of my life is chaotic
I am a nominal rat.
I love obsequious comments
I want to be omnipotent
I hate ostentatious people
Looks like an oxymoron
Life is a paradigm
Of colloquial ethics
The small connotation
That’s the paradox
Pedantic journey through the cacophony
Swimming through the conundrum called wait.
Waiting for that phenomenal verse
The only criterion to survive
Cumulative violence inside my soul
Your pretentious smile
Often create rancour
My diction is limited
I have didactic words
I am utterly diffident
I can’t recapitulate
The reparation done
I was sanguine
Now I became sardonic.
I am the part of the entire satire
The divergent culture
The missing empathy
Is creating squalor in my existence.
I need no enlightenment
from a supercilious person
Everything is superfluous except love
There’s no syntax, no synchronicity.
Only tempestuous memories
Pain is ubiquitous
Loneliness is the newest luxury.
Fighting that existential crisis
Life seems to vacuous
There’s no validity
Of a vehement time
There’s no solidarity
nothing except that everlasting monotony.
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Sunday, May 12, 2013 Pallav Gogoi No comments
Nobody is perfect in this world.
You can be rich, extremely handsome,
you can be THE LOSER,
still you will stay unique,
and that uniqueness makes you THE Superman,
Explore life till you get the best,
and always BEST people in this world
are Imperfect/clueless/lost but stable...
A Sudden Revelation made me write this
which I never wanted to write.
Sunday, May 05, 2013
Sunday, May 05, 2013 Pallav Gogoi 1 comment
I stay in a place where all the good looking people hangout. All artsy types from NIFT, the professional girls and guys from various corporate offices, the vagabond types from ad agencies, struggling movie makers and models are my neighbours. I stay in the same place where Sharukh Khan stayed when he was in
Delhi; I stay in the same place where the Big B of
Bollywood has his residence. Yes! You are right I stay near and Green Park . I stay in a place called Gautam Nagar,
where most of people are either students or professionals. This place is
affordable and quite happening. Gulmohar Park
The fashion here is purely urban. If you want to spot the latest trends, you have to hang around two places in
Delhi. The first one is obviously the famous and second one is Hauz Khas Village . I often stumble upon girls studying in
fashion institutes and working in fashion houses or advertising agencies. They
are independent women and have a great fashion sense especially an astounding
hair style sense. Gulmohor Park
I think our generation is restless, fast and absurd. People born between 80’s and 90’s are the people whom I targeting in this post. If you go to pubs or discotheques you will see boys with messy long and short hair. You will find wacky slogans everywhere. Our generation follows Jim Morisson and Che Guevara. Messy long hair is the kind of hairdo every guy wants to flaunt but due to the societal pressure, they have to keep their tresses short and fine. Gone are the days of well trimmed hair styles. It’s the new era where you are something if your hair is messy and you wear dirty shoes. We believe in flaunting our just out-of-sleep look with flamboyance, we wear track pants with boots. The perfect bohemian look which is something, which is THE trend, we are proud to be ineligible bachelors.
John Lennon, Bob Dylan and Jim Morrison are our gods hence our hair styles resembles our gods. Wearing a long messy hair gives us too much strength and adds great attitude to our personality. We are loners, we are thinkers, we are music lovers, we are the future movie makers, we are the intellectual property of our country hence the current generation has no time to brush their hair. They are just so unthinkably pre-occupied with things they care about like blogging, riding, photography, social activities, partying etc. Our soul knows no boundaries, our imagination run wild hence we keep unconventional tresses.
We are imperfectly perfect, we are spiritually numb, we are astonishingly fast. We love strumming the guitar, we love to share things we care about, we like to stay online, we like to mingle offline, we like jazz, we like metal, we like symphonies that touches our soul. We are the thinking generation with extremely high fashion sense. You don’t have to visit the streets of
Milan or Paris to spot latest hair styles, you don’t have
to wear Karl Garfield for accentuating your look, you just have to keep your
hair little messy and wear that old boots and walk with style. You suddenly
become the next fashion God in your city.
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Thursday, May 02, 2013
Thursday, May 02, 2013 Pallav Gogoi 2 comments
There’s a difference between girls in metro and girls in small towns and villages. Life in a metro is tough, full of running around things, chasing dreams and aspirations. Women in big cities want to do something, they want a name, they want recognition and most importantly they need love. Love is something very rare to find amid the busy schedule. Love takes a back seat because of the chaos around. The practicality around kills the fiction, you slowly forget the meaning of love. Women in big cities want a male companion, who can stand by her. The fact is they have so much to do in so little time. They can easily get irritated. They have to make presentations, take care of expenses, satisfy partner and get screwed in the traffic.
Everything looks vague and meaningless for them. They have money, independence but they are devoid of love. Working women are better than girls staying inside the house and gossiping around. Girls who work may flirt but that doesn’t mean they are bad, they have to talk with their colleagues in order to work.
Now, if you ask me – Are Working Women Good in Bed? I would say, they can be extremely wild in Bed. After working hard with brains, they actually need an outlet to vent out the pent up emotions in a beautiful way. They will make any men crazy because most of the working women read a lot. They constantly browse Internet; they know the tips and tricks to satisfy her partner, which a girl sitting at house may not know. Working women wants perfection hence they do every thing perfectly including making love.
Working women are reliable partners because they know the value of every move. They understand, they care and they make you crazy with their unpredictable moves. Working women are lonely still they stay happy with the things they have around. They are the actually the women of substance. So, if you are looking for the perfect girl, you should always choose a girl who works.
These are only my opinion.
P.S: An idle mind is a devil’s garage. It’s always better to keep your mind and body busy.