Friday the 13th ...!

Paraskevi - Friday Dekatria - Thirteen Phobia - Fear
TGIF - Thank God Its Friday !

Fear of Friday the 13th ..or paraskevidekatriaphobia ( .. trying to pronounce? ..lol.. my tongue hurts) in Greek . Friday the 6th day of week and the number 13 together gave birth to this widespread superstition. The most dreaded day .. atleast in some parts of the globe. Ironically the land where I live in doesnt really give much importance to this superstition, though its the land of highest superstitions.. lol. Do u know the history of this superstition ? Well neither did I until i saw another blog describing pages about it ..LMAO .. huh! ..what sad stuff to blog about ..

Contrary .. I love fridays ... For many reasons,
- last day of week
- welcoming a weekend of fun, leisure and a lot of sleep .. snoooooozzzze
- lovely, delicious food cooked by mom every friday.
- friday prayers makes me feel I have a angelic halo on my head (atleats for a couple of hours .. ;-))
- and also fridays welcome a lot of movies ..
- and lastly I just love to say

TGIF !!!!

Er%=?!!??!.. w:hats=+ h)ppni*-ng ?!? My k{e:y;bor-ds acting we+i*rd. Is it bcoz its Fri*d=y da thirrrrrthennnnth >>> ..
No ..ders $om<- pi#ces of ch@c^late stu!!ck under da ke!~ys .. tim~e to clea*n da ke}y~boa=rd.

Ignorance is bliss !

Ignorance is bliss - Thomas Gray
Ignorance is the seed to intimidation - D. Hiser

Very well said "Ignorance is bliss ! " ... but bliss for whom ? the one who ignores or one who is ignored. Probably its just situational.

Ignorance is truely bliss, when we ignore our troubles, our pain, though not for long, but surely gives time and space to sort things out and make them straight. Truely said "Ignorance is bliss".

Now, there are also times when we are caught up with our troubles, and when we look around, we find ourselves ignored. Ignored by all, ignored by our ownself, ignored by life. Its at this time when the whole world around us looks blissful and happy, but we feel we are deprived of it and they say "Ignorance is bliss" ?

But at times we want to share our sorrows and problems with our loved ones, but when we try, we see how happy and blissful they are at the moment, and do not feel like stealing it away from them , to sooth our pain selfishly, so we ignore our pain for their bliss. Yes, truely said "Ignorance is bliss".

At times our heart and mind play an interesting game, one tries to control the other and the other tries to rule out its desire. We have a strong urge to express our feelings, vocalise our hearts desire, but then hold back as the fear of a negative consequence is stronger, we tend to ignore our feelings, suppress the desire, and happily let things be the way they are. Hmm truely said " Ignorance is bliss !"

Contrary, we never get to express what we want to say, never let them know what we feel, we ignore our innerself, to later regret, that ' if I had expressed myself things could have been different'. We sulk on our ignorance, and its said "Ignorance is bliss"

When loneliness engulfs, we tend to feel ignored and unasked. To overcome the darkness we try to get more attention than normal, more affection than normal, thereby asking for more, craving for that little space and comfort of togetherness, wanting a shoulder to rest our head on. We are unhappy that we are ignored, and they say "Ignorance is bliss" ?

Ironically when we have everyone around us, with us, for us, we would like be alone away from all, seeking happiness and content in solitude, we ignore all and want to be ignored by all, well then, truely said " Ignorance is bliss".

As I said before, its purely situational, therefore if the above words do not make any sense to you, you may ignore it, for I say "Ignorance is bliss !".

Tempted.. give in or refrain ?

Curiosity kills the cat the say but its the temptations of the grey shade that poisons your life.

"Lets try some puffs" said one of my friends in school as he drew the paper rolled tobacco out of the pocket of his shirt, which was supposed to carry chocolates or gum. I looked at it with eyes open wide and said "I have heard its injurious, and leads to cancer". He laughed out loud saying "Cmon, its just one cigarette!". Crouched under the stairway, away from the sights of the teachers, curiosity twinkled in the innocent eyes of a couple of 10 year olds.

As I lit my first cigarette, and took a slow drag on the smoke, I choked and coughed it all up. I could feel the fire in my chest and the windpipe seemed like a chimney, tears rolled down those chubby cheeks, as the smoke burnt that curiosity that twinkled innocently a few seconds ago. My first time and I sweared I'd never touch that damn thing again - the end of curiosity.

Years passed, and entered high school, and got the first tag of being a senior to a number of kiddos, yeah, at the age of 15 you no longer are a kid, or rather hate to be called as one. One of the easiest way to prove it was to smoke stylishly, and get in sync with the so called grown-ups who puffed every other minute. From curiosity to style, it was just a harmless act of imitation, but unfortunately a stairway to the dreaded prison of death.

A couple more years, and in the freedom of the hip and cool college era, exposed to the vulnerabilites of the world of desires and temptations, beautifully decorated to attract the "frog-out-of-the-well" college goers just out of school. I lit that damn thing again, but after this it was not going to be the same, as I dragged on it, and blew the first puff of smoke, my colleague had a strange look on his face for a second, and then a hearty laugh which lasted a minute.

I was puzzled, till he asked me, "hey ! dont you take the smoke inside ?". Before I could think of an answer, he said " You dont know how to smoke, cmon pull the smoke into your lungs", and to help me do that better, he asked me to klench my nose between my fingers, while dragging the smoke and retain it in my lungs for a few seconds, and the result ... the smoke gushed out choking all my breathing equipment, I coughed and tears welled up in my eyes as my colleague had a hearty laugh again, this time longer ending with a question " How did it feel ?". I was high on a single puff, my head was heavy and swaying encouraging nausea to take control. I felt terrible, regrettung for another time, telling myself "I should have refrained !", and later pacifying my inner conscious that I was just curious of how it feels when u "really" smoke.

Hmm, you know something, I started to write this post after I decided to quit smoking so that it would remind me of how bad was I influenced, but the damn paper rolled tobacco stick, is sitting firmly between my lips waiting to be lit as I end this post.

Yea, gave in to the temptation again for the umpteenth time. Did I hear you laugh on my foolishness ? - am not surprised, kind of used to this laughter !

Mushed up !!!

* "Love those who hate you, but do not hurt those who love you"

I -
- dedicate this post to wish the best for all my friends in love with that someone special-
- dedicate to all my friends knotted for life -
- dedicate to my friends who aren't sure -
- and to all those who still waiting for that special one -

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Dawn 2 Dusk.

As the day dawns on my unslept eyes,
Staring in the golden skies,
I lose myself deep in questions of my mind,
Tryin to throw, on my complicated heart some light,
Time seems to stand still, its neither day nor night.

Just good friends, we still are
Too close, but yet so far,
Friendship never ends, but it does grow
Into a lot more,
But at times stays at "just good friends",
- and nothing more.

I went against what my head was saying,
And followed my heart through,
I tried the best to quit, maybe was ahead,
Am I falling in love with you ?
My hearts complicated, my mind doesnt tell me,
If I should smile because your my friend or cry because thats all you will ever be.

I feel low, I dunno why,
Being your best friend takes me on a high.
For that smile of yours,
The friendship of ours,
I beg my heart to kill this urge inside.

Now -
I'll go with what my head is saying,
and will follow not my heart through,
I know I cant quit, although I am ahead,
My friend - Ill still be there for you.
My hearts complicated, my mind doesnt tell me,
If I should smile because your my friend or cry because thats all you will ever be.

I wish to leave unanswered, all those questions of my mind,
For I know its not easy, in the diminishing light.
Time really seemed still, as its neither day nor night,
As the dusk sets on my unslept eyes,
Staring in the golden skies.

--- mithss

Smoke it sweet !

Smokin Sweeeeeeeet..

Its all dark out there, ther aint no ray of hope ..
a dangerous land, temptin to make u dope.
every step ya take, each move ya make,
In here thers never a mistake.
Rollin da smoke, smokin da weed,
flyinn away in colours , after smoke n sweet.
lost in da mind, swingin so fine ,

njoying yea, not knowing when your life gonna lay still
smokin to chill., each other we kill, the emptiness we fill,
njoying yea, not knowing when your life gonna lay still,

yo yo yeaa Its a gangsta world out ther
aint nuttin but a dangerous land yea

jus a tweny three old, not sure of tweny four,
strollin along chest up, son of a gun u still roar.
king off da baddies, a wannabe,
no kidding this, stop freakin n better see,
getta my ring on, and the mettal chain on ,
rolling a smoke on, yea, like a don
kickin up some ass, freakin on some lass,

njoying yea, not knowing when your life gonna lay still
smokin to chill., eachother we kill, the emptiness we fill,
njoying yea, not knowing when your life gonna lay still,

yo yo yeaa Its a gangsta world out ther
aint nuttin but a dangerous land yea
smokin sweet, yea rolled out neat
rollling it neat, so betta - smoke it sweet.