blah'd along the shitness.

the day was s***.. not that it started out that way.. no.. infact, the start-up was decently alright.. good, in fact..  waking up "earlier" than my usual schedule.. waking up "peacefully", that is to say, sans the bludgeoning by the kid.. a nagging headache, but well within the tolerable limits.. no mad rush for the bathroom.. no fights over the same with pops.. the usual cup of coffee.. the usual space and time for the newspapers.. it was going nice and smooth.. back in my room.. checking mails.. the download from last night finishing.. you see, it was decent.. even sitting down to study for the test.. and then abandoning it right at the beginning when being called by the girl friend for a movie.. morning show of a movie which was in the list to be seen.. really good movie.. coming back home in the afternoon.. a good lunch, with almost all my favourites..
so, what could possibly have gone awry that i end saying. the day was s***?

stumbling over the "chats".. those conversations.. those stupid random blabber worthy conversation.. the almost never ending ones..
and that, fucked me up! completely and in a real royal way..
and i needed to get my mind off it..

pen and paper came to my rescue.. and a lil help from the camera and instagram and other photo edit stuffs..

found this tucked away in some forgotten corner of my book.. 

i don't believe in god, but i know that you do!
i don't pray either, but i know that you do!
but i do wish!
i believe in miracles and i know you'll believe in mine!
and so i wish---

came across this photo of a muslim lady offering her prayer on a photoblog.. and for some reason, i dunno why, i started scribbling this on the paper.. and before i actually realised, the frame was done already.. i couldn't finish this.. and so, it stays like that.. a bit barren, yet, not that odd-to-the-eye..

work in progress

this is my attempt at reproducing an artist's impression of a Bandra House.. yes, this house actually exists even today.. i dunno, how close or far away i am to the original work, but atleast, it looks like a house.. and the auto too looks like an auto.. i asked for approval on this from three people.. three close people.. Pops, being the first one.. he said its good.. the next person being a school-friend of mine, because, he was fascinated with the auto in the original picture.. he gave me an 'awesome'.. and of course, i have to pass it through M.. he says he loves it.. and he also says, im a crazy artist..

maybe i am.. this sudden spurt is definitely attributable to being crazy.. 

thats how bad those erstwhile loved conversations fucked me today..

and maybe, crazy was the only way to go around that..

and yes, maybe the graphite and the paper do have the magic touch to soothe me.. and i'll say, that, its a bit better now.. after all the sudden surge of scribblings.. 

but that wont stop me from saying, even now, and still, that the day was s***!

and it stays at that..