Rise and shine, dirtbag!

07:06 Ow.!
07:13 Ouch, oww. oww!
07:18 Leave me alone!
07:21 Aaargh..! Fine. You got me. I'm up.

Well, what? Ants!! Thats what. I wake up to discover how these animal Lilliputians have organised and divided my back into a heptarchy (now my body looks like the Anglo Saxon map from the middle Ages). They seem peacefully settled on their property, and involved in their life time achievement: mining into my skin! That's right. Biting and boring through the hell out of my skin waking me up! I bet they're having a movie shooting going on there. Journey to the center of a HUMAN.

Me thinks my mom's on a symbiosis relationship with ants. I can only kick and muffle the alarm clock, but live crawling beasts poses greater threat (even to the existence of the future alarm clocks). Great thinking, mom. I love you.
Since I got up in time, I might as well get ready for college. My eyes mechanically traced those evil needles on the clock which seemed to say-

To which I said-

Ha! Gotcha! You're not on IST as you think. You're different. I'm-Screwed up-Time. That's what you are. I played with your secret mechanics when you weren't looking. And I know what exactly the time is while you dont. Boo!

I am in controoool of timmmmeeee.. 'm invincible!

Well, 'll be damned. The darn clock has done it again!
Another day. Just another day.

Through the phantom eyes

I pass around, unnoticed-
Trying in vain to complete
my exile,
knowing its futile

For those who see,
‘m a trick of their eyes
And for those who yearn to see,
they don’t run their miles.

A debate, a curious topic
was all I ever was.
Who cares if unicorn has a heart?
or void space meant for it?

Hatching inside minds,
yet an outside apparition
a projection of the outcasts
The mint of stories
complimented with holy
amulets
Is all you’ve got? Shame.

I rise a feet higher
toasting my luck of freedom
and I grimace at your
flawless make-believe world
so unreal, yet made real

You’re nothing but a ghost
Nicely wrapped in flesh and bones
Shaky and skinless
With crumbling faith in rosary beads

And I watch over you,
Seeing right through and though
YOUR safe and happy world
And feel nothing but pity in my empty void.

Some things that you should know (Part-II)

This is in continuation of my previous ramblings on an earlier post. Well, to those who missed that, be grateful to your guardian angel because that was censored stuff.
 Seriously.
 Don’t.
Okay, I lied. There isn’t anything particularly great in that post that would sate your curiosity, but saying don’t is one way to make you read that. My chain of discipline orientated educational institutions taught me that.
Moving on.. Humans are, undoubtedly, “The Boss” of this planet. You are free to disagree. But if you agree, who’s boss’ boss? God? Ultimate Truth? Money? Hmm, well, taking in account of the current scenario I should say, these answers to be wrong.  It is machines. Those who guessed it right can make a postal stamp of their face and dance like a gibbon gone barmy. And I’m a slave to a machine. Any more guesses? Washing Machine is the answer. And I’m confining myself from telling what to do for those who thought I was talking about my phone. Sorry, I lost my funny bone.
My washing machine has been washing my same old clothes for the last 24 hours. And still is. I think it is trying out for the scientists’dream of perpetual machine. And if I go near that detergent’s idea of roller coaster, that thing would scream as if Lucifer farted at its face. I don’t know where that analogy came from, but I hope it gives you the idea.My ex-mobile had issues on its own too. (Mobile phone guessers, excuse me. If you already did read the previous line, you are schizophrenic). My phone would automatically switch off itself when it got bored, and refuse to send messages if it’s a group message. And knowing myself and how things I use evolve under me, I let them have their way. They might be inanimate objects but they sure know how to govern us with their seemingly faulty evil circuit boards.
And we knew this already, but I feel like repeating it with a concrete example. Most well planned things never work out. If it did for you, go stuff pop corns in your ears. I‘m talking to actual people here, not machines that follow pre-programmed commands. Excuse us, please. Since, studying things on time wasn’t one of my major priorities in my academic life, and counting on extra marks for imagination didn’t work well enough, we engineered a plan. This is not a confession, just a prologue how screwed up things can go. We have a set of 16 objective questions before the eat-me-raw-if-you-know-these questions. The 16 Qs is more like a sick joke of the creator of question paper. It is designed in such a way that you won’t know more than 5 of it. Best part? Your friends might know the other five! So we made certain codes. Here you go.
(The letters on the shirt correspond to the answers to optional questions, in case you were wondering)

It would have looked fine if people didn’t have a sudden epidemic of itching buttocks. And the gradual increase of color of those who blushed at the thought of prickly bottoms.

Sigh. Some things are too good to be true, but at least we did watch others back. Literally.