She who experiences, rants

I love to write(like many of course) and Facebook is too much of sham to put my thoughts through on. I've done that bit too though. Coming down to what it is like. People are dying in the world. Assholes are fighting wars. The commoners are dying a crying death. Inflation. Rape. Torture. Murder. Adultery. Love. Fucking fifty shades of grey. 

Bhai...bahot drama hai duniya mein.

Living it up doesn't really mean jumping off a cliff now. It's all about preservation of one's sanity. But then again.. Who wants to be sane :P Trust me the whirl spins you mad. You see yourself doing the weirdest of shit. You just take it all in. All. Anything. Letting lose is crazy as shit. But, you got to come back. I think it's important to let lose. You do learn from someone else's experience but the things you learn by 'doing' are for the long term. I'm sane. I don't like it, like it. But yes, honestly, as of now I am cherishing the 'normal' being I am. I am a teacher at a high-end school. Get paid almost equal to my weight. I have a lot of friends. Some of them, extremely good one's. Some of them in my facebook's 'blocked' list :P Ahem!! Let's not go there. (We're all cray in here. Aren't we? :) )

My tryst with words

Its super interesting how words flow incessantly when one is high. Be it daaru high or highness with respect to life. People, lovers, friends, family anything in general. You get into an argument or an emotional atyachar sorta scene and words are like floooooowing super quick.

I'm not gonna share some secret. Surprisingly I'm usually saner than I am usually post a drinking session. So don't hold any hopes that a secret is gonna be blurted out. ( Thanks for reading though :D ) This isn't my first blog. The others were never published due to my lack of technological knowledge. Got lost into the syntax.

So today all you drunkards, get shitty drunk coz I couldn't. Drink like an Aussie and blurt out. Blurt out what you feel. Every single feeling, every single iota of feeling in you. Words.. Utter them. Just let it all out. One after the other. You'll feel like a king ( you might repent later) but its just okay.

Damn! They'll get you married within a year or so. When the **** will you ever let it out. Speed up. Go to that shady place with no intention of knowing what is to come. Gulp it in and before you'd know, you'll be free.

*Drinking in excess is injurious to health. Not saying what you mean, is gonna kill you anyway.
Love!