Search This Blog

Psych Diaries

This is where i think aloud. This is where I talk to strangers who become strangers again. This is where i rant..! Well, you've been warned. If you still wish to take a stroll, You are Welcome. But do keep your footwears outside. Thank you.

Bane gets it right..!

Get link
Facebook
X
Pinterest
Email
Other Apps

August 19, 2012

Get link
Facebook
X
Pinterest
Email
Other Apps

Comments

The Only War That Matters.

September 05, 2017

"The enemy is real" , Jon Snow kept ranting. And Cersei and Daenerys be like No one cared to listen. Daenerys and Cersei, the most powerful forces in whole of westeros, the only people who could make any difference whatsoever, found it to be just baseless fables and folklore. No one could believe it except for the ones who had seen it for themselves. And one would have to travel north, to the land covered with ice to see it for themselves. Yet both queens would not care to. Instead they raced down the chutes, wrestling, entwined,obsessed with the iron throne to history's ruthless incinerator. I could picture George R R Martin, with his famously long beard, sitting in a corner watching us brooding over the show and the twists and turns in the storyline and the countless fan theories with a devious little smirk on his face and asking, "are you watching closely?" It is so obvious that once you see it, you can't unsee it. The analogy is hard to mi...

Along came a friend request.

November 01, 2012

Chapter 1. SOCIAL NETWORKING Facebook had long ceased being just a time pass for me. It was an addiction. Every 'like' i could gather, every comment that 'tagged' me, was my food, my elixir. Those were the days when i thought impressing girls in facebook was the easiest way to get laid. I tried every trick known to man to be impressive. I uploaded photos, i stole funny tweets and posted it as my own, and the like. No, i didn’t mean to impress any special person. That’s the point. I had no such special person. And I desperately needed one. And hence, all my efforts were addressed 'To whomsoever it may concern' . Thus the web laid, I sat at its centre like a spider, ready to pounce at the first sign of a prey. Patiently wait, i did. Hours became days, and days turned into weeks. I got not one positive response. I was losing hope, getting frustrated, and was about to smash my computer screen in. Then, at that very moment, a tiny red button on the top...

The Twilight Zone

December 03, 2014

I follow the trail of blood drops, like he followed bread crumbs in that fairy tale. I know I can't save anyone. Nor can I solve any crime. I'm too shy for any of that. But I need to know, like the cat that got itself killed. It is getting late. Dark. But I know I'm getting close. The droplets here haven't even dried yet. Yes. I'm close. I'll just have a look, and rush back home. Just in time for the soccer match. I turn a curve, and see her walking ahead, blood dripping at every little step. She holds her dress up her thighs, and has a wide stepped gait. Blood seemed to seep from within, high up her thighs somewhere. Just another rape then. I feel my curiosity fading. I almost stop my pursuit and turn around, but then I see something hanging between her legs. I can't go back now. I have to know. It's true what they say. The curious cat does have nine lives. I quicken my pace. I have her at an arms distan...