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All the word-craft here have been work of fiction till date. But well, this one is going to be different.
However let me warn you, I exaggerate. Everything!

Thanks to Captain Jacked (what a name is that?),iam writing this today:

I’m thinking about –

If I would ever learn to handle the bitterness of failure as elegantly as I do the buoyancy of success.
Is melo-drama the other name for passion? Can one fabricate passion?

On a less serious note:

When would have enough money to get a nose job done?
Why is the coffee-day vendor at the counter so irritated?

I said –

All of them are strangers after all, each living their own whims and fancies.
The mirror too,shows faces I fail to identify with.

I want to –

Do ‘Theater’. Act in negative roles, cry on the stage.
Learn Bharathnatyam.
Write ,heart wrenching stories.
Swim (but I’m water phobic).

I wish –

I were less verbose.
I could atleast learn to spell ‘ rationel’ and ‘logical’, right!
My “restlessness quotient” wasn’t this high.

I miss -

The Chilling winters of north. The sleepy charm of south Indian villages and temples.
Going to school in the bullock cart.
Chatting with mom in the kitchen.
Teaching my sister to learn to walk.
Writing fake love letters to my girlfriends.
The butterflies of teenage crush.
Wearing short skirts.
The rush of mumbai trains.
Talking with god.
The elation of standing 1st in class.

I hear –

Laughters from the past,that I’ve lost.

I wonder –

Would I quit?
When would I have a child?

I need –

On first priority, level-headedness.
Would be good if I’d my own house.

I regret –

My never ending tears.

I dance –

Every night. With window shuts, lights put off.
In the rain, on my terrace.
In parties.
Whenever I cry profusely.

I cry -

Mostly every night.
In pleasure and pain.

When I wakeup from nightmares.
In the toilet when at work.

I am not always -

Insane and contradictory.

I make with my hands –

Stories on the keyboard.
Food.
Touches that could be therapeutic.

I write -

When iam too stressed.

I confuse -

Sympathy and empathy.
Push and pull on the doors (same pinch, sir)
Needs and wants.
Materialism and greed.

I should try -

Patience.
Writing everyday.
Compassion and selflessness.
Traveling alone.
Act more,dream less.

I should finish

Life of Pi.

I know -
?


I am -

A romantic.
Passionate. Animated. Ludicrous.


And finally –
Those I would like to tag don’t blog.
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