My assignment in Photoshop - Collage on Kurt Cobain

White Roses

Today i threw away a bouquet of beautiful rotten white roses. I call them beautiful cos they were beautiful before they went rotten. I had stored them in my bike bcos i did not have the heart to throw them nor could i take em home because a guy friend had indulgently given em to me.
Why cant we women part with 'junk' that easy?Why does everything have a value for us? when i love someone i keep the smallest things as a memory stub. With my boyfriend it was a lot of memories - a shoebox of varied mamories...
Another process that this event triggered off was - has my friendship with this friend turned rotten just like the roses? Is it a sign of some sort, that reflects the state of our friendship? And was I so complacent n so unwilling to accept this that i had selective blindness?
My heart sank when i saw the rotten roses. I had to throw them and i probably wouldn have if it had jus dried out and hadn rotted this way (it was stinking too). I gingerly took them and chucked em in one action....cos some things have to be done like removing a band aid - in one motion....

Fear

Ever felt so much fear that it constricts ur throat?no im not talking about a physical threat like a bear ready to attack or being bitten by a tse-tse fly...but this about facing a gamble wher the odds are against you,bcos of how your life turned out due to the choices you made.
I am in the very position. I have almost admitted defeat and reconciled to my fate but ther is somewher a fantastical hope that u cud probably make it due to some miracle.Do i have the time to admonish myself knowin well that miracles don happen esp if u aren the even-steven types or do i clutch this last straw of hope n say oooooh miracle ?(like the puss in boots in shrek2)
I have had more than my share of ifs and buts...wat if it did work out in my favour? thats like sayin wat if the world was so perfect that id be a rock singer at the age of three lol
hmm here id like to talk bout two things- Luck and God..
trust me luck exists..i used to believe that luck was wat u made but trust me if the cosmic forces r in ur favor it takes u a long way (hmm wonder wat i did to offend em lol)
N god...i believe he exists only bcos i don kno wat started of the creation process...no we aren wat god made us,in fact we made God....to explain that:
First, we are wat we are bcos of forces of probabilty and chance
Second, we created God cos sometimes we feel helpless and havin someone to fall back on helps calm ourselves...n leads to better acceptance of the outcomes of the situation.
So am i an atheist?kinda...i believe he mite exist else how wud u explain creation or wat triggered off the big-bang...

Gyan Geisha asks: If God exists, who created him?

Midnight Masala

What is wit the fascination that men have for porn? Most of the guys apparently prefer hindi porn to regional ones...more importantly why the hell do u guys watch porn in the first place?c this is one of the things women don understand bout men...wat voyeuristic tendencies draw men to porn?ask a woman bout porn shed squirm n say not interested....ask me n i'd say (maybe a bit infantile) - eeeeeyuh!
women think of sex as somethig intimate and private.I think sex is something passionate, something private, an act between two people who love each other n care for each other and the kinkiness in porn is jus crass...

Here are some things n how men n women view it:

Sex:
men:yeah baby,im seein action tonite
women:he loves me

Porn:
men:why not?
women:why ever?

Checking out another man/woman wen married:

First five yrs -
men:where wer u wen i was gettin married?
women:cute but he can never be al

After ten yrs:
men:wher wer u wen i was gettin married??
women:cute but whers the baby diaper section?

After twenty yrs:
men:wher wer u wen i was gettin married??
women:huh who? wat?wat do i cook for dinner?

Marriage:
men:need somebody to listen to my whining
women:he loves me....

Mediocre Poetry - 4: Spin Cycle

Round,round and round the spin cycle
dirty things come out clean
misery makes you see
what you had was good and free.

Round and round and round the spin cycle
what you see is what you get
autumn feels better than winter
something is better than nothing at all

Round,round and round the spin cycle
the four seasons of our lives
childhood,teenage,adulthood,old age
one leads to the other,the next
not necessarily the better

round,round and round the spin cycle
the four states of everyday
melancholy,joy,happiness,unhappiness
dominating state tags the day- good or bad

Mediocre poetry - 3: In the mouth of madness

At the mouth of madness,
I was blown away,
we fell into darkness,
I closed my eyes
felt the pressure on my body,
I held on,
i couldnt stop it now, nor could anybody.

we were stopping
it was over,
i got off the roller-coaster;
I smiled,because it reminded me of my life

Mediocre poetry - 2:Wine and Vinegar

He spoke to me on the phone,
said he wanted to see me alone,
said 'yes'
but i was stressed (out).

We had the appetizer,
he praised me, not like a miser.
then came the main course,
he had spoken,till he was hoarse.

finally, came the delicious dessert,
ate silently and to the waiter was curt.
he looked up at me - this was a bad dream

'I am sorry'' he said,
he shook his head,
'i have to be truthful,
its not u,its me,im a fool'

'Im in love with your sister.'
In my mind there was a twister,
I took a sip of the wine,
it tasted like vinegar.

Gyan geisha says...

*I'm not as big a bitch as they say i am...jus bigger!

*in life dont ever stop, cos its hard to move after that,n dont look around u cos the road is dark and frightening....

*kno wats the saddest thing bout not being in control of ur life?u keep wondering whether u hav missed out on any oppurtunities....

*but sometimes u gotta trust the forces n continue wit life....