Robin Tales

I was shocked! Although i vaguely remember the exact sequence of those events, the cumulative effect is probably scarier, or thought provoking, talking of the least. It was some minutes past 12 in the night. I was busy writing something on my laptop. Just then, due to excessive heating or virus, lappy went off. I was aware of this wierd reaction of my laptop because it had been happening for quite some days now. I think it was just overworked after me exploiting it for my 3 years of BMM. I had to wait for sometime before it starts again, so i decided to take a stroll out in the balcony for a minute. One minute. Yea thats how long my laptop needs to start up completely. Like it takes around 20 seconds initially, and 40 seconds because of some idiotic NOD 32 anti-virus! Like everytime i shut my comp, i had to wait endlessly for a minute! How annoying! All my friend's fault. *laughs* 60 seconds remaining. I got up, walked up to the balcony. A man was running vigorously downstairs. I w

There was some truth in what happened the other day. Yes. When i left home, i was in a 'super' hurry. 'Super'? My 7 year old cousin was now crying. I slept at 2 last night. That din't seem to care her. For her, its like when she is put to bed, the world is put to bed at the same time it seems. She was standing right in front of my eyes. At a distance of probably, 2 inches from my face. From that 'distance', she screams, "DeeDee!! " , crying, "deeeee", sobbing, *snifff*, wiping her 2 mm of 'pure' tears (kids, i promise, got crocodile tears! I don't really know how that phrase came into being though. I would rather call them Kiddie tears. Drops of water that roll down your eyes not more than 2mm, eyes may be red, but beware, they ARE QUITE deceptive.) "Its 7 in the morning, why the hell are you crying? " i said all of that in my sleep? Damn she was, crying! "Dee i need you to drop me to the school bus stop, else i

The best of my dreams. I was smiling. Yeah, i dream a lot. I am a typical Leo. a day dreamer. Plus. I can't get over my dreams in most parts! I never cared. This one time, i don't really know what exactly happened, though i can recount every second of it. I woke up. Earlier than my usual time. Numb in my head, i could just feel my eye lids go up heavily, my bright glass window slowing transforming from blurred dots to clear streaks of sun rays. I felt the cushion like 10 times. I hadn't slept all night. It was just the last 15 minutes that my winks lasted a little longer. I din't pinch myself. Cuz if it was a dream, i din't want to wake up. I was happy. Ecstatic. I had my biggest and brightest smile ever. Still lying on my stomach, glancing my 5-yr old sister happily asleeep, I felt my eyes, a little swollen now. It was bright and blissful outside, but the superlatives could go to my then face hands down.I turned. "OMG i am so, so, happy!" i sighed. I got

A child is probably the best to happen on this earth, my mum said, 10 yrs back when i was a child. A child, for me, is the worst thing to happen. People walk around me. All of themn have been children at some point of time. Like the first ten years of their life...some for 12 years.. some 15. I am 20. Yea, its funny when people say things like, "You're such a kid!" and " Oh! my God, you're like my little sister". Feels good for sometime. I was *super happy* . Infact i prefered staying that way forever, until this accident back. "... and then.. Naruto is thrown from this huge cliff... and just when he is about to touch the ground.. he produces that magical frog using ninetail's chakra! n Boom! the biggest magical frog ever!! ...." That was my brother, Ron. *yawwwn* "can I please zzzzzz now?" " No." "What?" "Just listen now." Two hours later. "Saske-kun gets his third dot to complete his Sharingan....&

First thought, the title is horrid. Every human being seeks to be perfect. Perfect, in whatever ways or connotations. Be it perfect in their personal lives, in their professional lives, on a social front, or maybe even being perfectly imperfect. This just forms a small part of the big motive of life, as we may call it. However, in the process of getting to something we want to be or achieve, we might just have become someone else. Is that someone your true self? Do you know your true self at all? More important a question- do you belive in asking such questions to yourself? to be yourself- your projected self- to be an ideal. These are probably the three different personalities in you, (no worries, that doesn’t make you schizophrenic), which as much as we disagree, form a part of our behavior. To be looking at your true self is probably the last thing any one would want to do, given the busy schedules, hectic work hours, killing projects et al. Talk about the projected ‘You’. That is

Time is fickle, man is bound. Time will order and man has to follow. Time will play a prank and man has to fall for it. Time will joke around while man 'has' to laugh. Time will dream and man never figures out when those dreams turn into nightmares. Along with this bond that 'will' continue till eternity, Time feels he should give some 'feelings' to man. Man doesnt know how to deal with his new found gift. Time teaches. Man never learns though. Its getting complicated, he thinks. Time wants Man to understand his feelings. He gifts him senses. Senses. Earlier whenever Man was happy (his feeling), he wouldnt *be* happy, simply because he 'dint' know he was happy. Senses. A gift that made Man realise how to deal with his feelings; laugh when you are ecstatic, smile through good times, tears are those hazzy moments you can 'see' as your heart feels its heaviest times, jealousy turns you green on your friends and foes alike, given all men. But as day

I wish I had the eyes That could seal your presence, when shut, forever I wish my skin could flaunt its glow to make you feel like I am, just for you I wish my legs were sleek and slender That would never let you forget I am ‘your’ girl I wish I was a tiny little thing That could fold into your arms when a chilly stroke of wind dare touch me I wish those silky tresses would never leave me And would gently touch your face with the slightest breeze I wish I had a preety little face Give you the brightest smile you ever wanted to see …the smartest look you always wanted ‘her’ to have ...folly on my mind all the time because I want to be with you I wish I had a body Because I am your angel And I want you. I wish angels could die Just to be reborn as somebody Yes I am your angel All the things you ever wanted But you are love Things I never knew I wanted. A mistful evening That splash of water Those rain drops slapped my face Deafening wind One huge droplet Felt my eye Ran down my cheek Kis