100 Truths...I am Seriously Bored

1. Last beverage: Water

2. Last phone call: Some dork from Citi Bank trying to force me to take a credit card

3. Last text message: Chandu

4. Last song you listened to: Gotta Be Somebody (Nickelback)

5. Last time you cried: Yesterday...whatever - like its so sissy to cry

HAVE YOU EVER...

1. Dated someone twice: meaning what? Been on more than one date with anyone? Yes

2. Been cheated on? Yes

3. Kissed someone & regretted it? Yes (thankfully it doesn’t ask for details)

4. Lost someone special? Yes

5. Been depressed? Yea my shrink would probably answer this one better

6. Been drunk and threw up? Cant remember how many times

LIST FOUR FAVORITE COLORS:

1. Black

2. Grey

3. Red

4. Pink

HAVE YOU:

1. Made new friends: Yea that’s the way life is – new "acquaintences" rather

2. Fallen out of love: Yes...quite a hard fall

3. Laughed until you cried: Hell yea!

4. Met someone who changed you: Yes

5. Found out who your true friends were: Yes…the number is so small its not even worth a mention

6. Found out someone was talking about you: Yea lots of people talk about me – mostly behind my back – I’ve attained celebrity status in the lives of people living in loservile

7. Kissed anyone of your friends: yea duh…if I have a relationship with a guy it usually starts with friendship

8. Would you go on a blind date: hell no – next thing you know I’m sitting across a table from a blind gorrilla trying to make small talk

9. How many kids do you want to have: One is probably going to be one too many…I’m not really a kids person

10. Do you have any pets: yes – a bitch named Lexie

11. Do you want to change your name: Ummm no it’s a little too late for that now

12. What did you do for your last birthday: I just remember alcohol, my best buddy malika, riding an elephant on the main road and paneer tikka…does that make any sense?

13. What time did you wake up today: 6:45 am thanks to my canine alarm clock who never lets me sleep past that time

14. What were you doing at midnight last night: Tossing and turning in bed

15. Name something you CANNOT wait for: The third world war/apocalypse

16. Last time you saw your father: A few minutes ago (why is this question here? Do these people doubt that I know who my father is??...or is it an attempt to make the world realise that ppl who fill out such lame questionaire r usually the kinds who have a troubled childhood n live in the bronx?)

17. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: there are so many things I wish I had done differently – but those are things that cant really be undone now so its too late for all that – therefore this question is irrelevant
18. Most visited webpage: anything that has to do with social networking – my world is turning more virtual by the second

1. What's your name: Kapila

2. Nicknames: Kaps, K, KP, Pande, Pandu, KC, Kapu…blah the list is endless

3. Zodiac sign: Scorpio

5. Male or female or transgendered: Female till the last time I checked

6. Elementary: Morula

7. School: SPSS & Ryan International

8. Colleges: RLA/DU...n now Crapeejay

10. Hair color: Black

11. Long or short: short – its been trying to grow forever

16. Height: 5’ 6"

17. Do you have a crush on someone? No I am beyond the stage of crushing

18. Ever been in love? Yes

19. Piercings? Ears (twice) and belly

20. Tattoos? Yes

21. Righty or lefty: Righty...actually im a convert - started off a Lefty

FIRSTS :

22. First surgery: None that i know of yet - who knows i might have had too much to drink n passed out one fine day n someone removed my kidney n sold it for a fortune...without my knowledge

23. First piercing: Ears – done so far back I cant remember

24. First best friend: Malika

26. First sport you loved: Gymnastics

27. First pet : Lexie

28. First vacation: That was too long ago to remember

29. First concert: Euphoria

30. First crush: Toriq – this Cuban boy who was my neighbour when I was little – we used to play cricket together

RIGHT NOW:

49. Eating: Nothing – its too early in the morning to eat

50. Drinking: Nothing – I wish I had some alcohol though

52. I'm about to: Go Crazy

53. Listening to: Still Day Beneath the Sun (Opeth)

55. Waiting for: the world to end

YOUR FUTURE :

58. Want kids? NO NO and NO

59. Want to get married? Its probably the last thing on my to do list

60. Careers in mind? None what-so-ever…I am not satisfied enough with my current situation to give a damn

WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?

68. Lips or eyes: Eyes

69. Hugs or kisses: Hugs

70. Shorter or taller: Taller

71. Older or Younger: Older

72. Romantic or spontaneous: Romantic

73. Nice stomach or nice arms: Arms definitely – but that doesn’t mean he should have Michelin Tyres for a belly

74. Sensitive or loud: : Sensitive

75. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship

76. Trouble maker or hesitant: Hesitant…but not too hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER :

78. Kissed a stranger: No – why would I want to do that? Does my filling out this questionaire spell DESPARATE?

80. Lost glasses/contacts: Many times :-/

81. Sex on first date: No

82. Broken someone's heart: I don’t think I can answer this question – ask the people at the receiving end – prolly yes

83. Had your own heart broken: To bits baby – so many pieces its almost powder

84. Been arrested: Nope – not yet atleast...but the time will come quite soon im sure

86. Turned someone down: Yea – lots of lame ass fraansippers

87. Cried when someone died: No

88. Liked a friend that is a girl? Define LIKE – if it has no sexual conotations then yes ofcourse

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

89. Yourself: Yea sometimes – not always

90. Miracles: Nope

91. Love at first sight: Nothing of that nature exists – its lust at first sight

92. Heaven: Nope

93. Santa Clause: Nope – I knew it was my parents doing even when I was little – but I liked to humour them

95. Kiss on the first date? Nope – that’s highly inapropriate

96. Angels: Nope – even though I did enjoy city of angels

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:

97. Is there one person you want to be with right now? Yea too bad the feeling isnt mutual

98. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? Nope

100. Posting this as 100 Truths? Yea with an added tagline also

Ok I seriously doubt those were 100 questions because the numbering seemed a lil dodgy in the middle – as if it makes a world of a difference…this is what happens when your brain fizzles out like a soda pop and you have nothing constructive to do/no ideas strike your empty shell/etc etc – the elitists call it a writers block – I just like to say I’m mind fucked.

In Conversation...With Myself

* phone rings*
Man: Hello

Me: Hey! Hiiii…Whats upppppp? Long time no talk!

Man: Nothing much you tell me…

Me: Man you know today was such a pathetic day in college (pause)

Man: Why? What happened?

Me: You won’t believe what the “bhenji gang” did today man. Such b*tches! They got me into shit with Gaylord! Remember I told you about that stupid FRP that we had to make as a group assignment?

Man: * wondering who the bhenji gang is/who Gaylord is/what FRP stands for * umm yea what happened?

Me: Well I made the whole freaking ass myself and they walked away with all the credit and they had the balls to tell Gaylord that I didn’t work as a group. Then he called me and gave me this moral lecture about how I need to learn how to adjust to group dynamics and shit like that. I mean this is ridiculous! Just cuz’ I don’t go lick his ass crevice he thinks he has the guts to say that to me!

Man: * sickened by the visual depict of me licking someone’s ass crevice * man that’s bad. Phir? (What happened next)

Me: Well I gave it back to him – in a very decent way ofcourse - but I made sure he realised that I was not at fault. He thinks I’m anti social and what not. These bitches aren’t friends man…I don’t have any friends, college is so miserable; I have such a sad life. Khair (Anyways) you tell me, how’s college?

Man: Good. Nothing much

Me: Hmm…so when’s your result coming? Man I’m so freaking scared – my mid term exams start from next week and I haven’t even started studying anything. I hardly pay any attention in class. I’m pretty sure I’m going to flunk Macro and CF 2 and CB. Pakka!

Man: * wondering what cf / cb stand for * Arre don’t worry, you’ll do well, I know you’re smart.

Me: Man you have no clue this time I’ll flunk for sure – you know during the Macro class our classroom turns into Heathrow Airport! So many paper plane flights take off/land/crash on the teachers head…and all I do is make inflight announcements in both Hindi and English! * giggles * That Parveen Babbi woman is such a loser – worse than Gaylord – she’s like totally traumatised by our class – leaves in tears every other day. Ooooh I totally forgot to tell you! I saw Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi four times already! First I went with Mallu, then I saw it with my college friends, the next time I went with mom and finally with cousins. Isn’t that so cool?

Man: Ya, you should get an award for single handedly trying to make SRK movies a hit. I haven’t seen it yet.

Me: Whaaaaat! You haven’t seen it yet? Man you have to you have to! How can you miss such an awesome movie? You men should really learn something from Suri Ji. God he’s sucha cutie…* sighs *…I love Shahrukh (dreamy pause)

Man: Umm…ok listen I’ll call you later at night ok?

Me: Nooo! You always say that but you never call! Then I wait and wait and wait and wait! You and your counter strike! Its always counter strike! It’s just not fair! Hmmph! Hey did you watch the ManU game the other night? We totally crushed Derby County!

Man: Nope I didn’t, what was the score?

Me: We killed them 4-1; Nani, my baby Ronaldo, Gibson and Welbeck all scored…Derby just got lucky once...It was a sure shot win. Anyways when are you having holidays man? Anytime soon? And your exams? Say something you hardly ever talk! Plus you’ve called after soooo many days and you’re not even saying anything! Hadh hai (That’s the limit)

Man: * wondering why he missed that split second chance to say a few words * umm its ok…Hey listen I’ll call you later ok? Bye * cuts phone *
(Breathes a sigh of relief)
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And then people say I TALK ALOT! Seriously...!

Anonymously Yours...!

I don’t think I am a sore loser – but there are times when I really fume when I am put down by people (primarily because those people have tried to act extra smart and have woven a fallaciaous web around the facts to make me look like a fool). The sole purpose of my writing a blog was mainly to vent my frustration over various issues that I felt were worth writing about – sometimes my posts get a little to drab and predictable I admit but that’s just how I am and that’s just how I write. If you don’t like what I’ve written then don’t read it. I can’t stand people posting anonymously and making random (often hurtful) remarks about my character/personality/preference etc. I find such people gutless losers who are too scared to face the consequences of putting me down. So they take refuge in the very nice anonymous option that’s been provided to them by blogger. I would request such people to please grow a spinal chord before they set out to reform what seems to be the only delinquent on planet earth (i.e. me). 

Now you may ask why I haven’t turned that anonymous posting option off already. Well the reason is that I enjoy having such “friendly” banter with the kings/queens of Loserville. I thoroughly enjoy giving them large pieces of my mind (worry not theres enough to go around). It humors me to read how opinionated these anonymous entities can be – all the while calling me an opinionated b*tch. They give me reason to feel sorry for a small part of the human race which comprises of such people who quite frankly don’t have much of a life. Of late I have been very bitter about things in my life – this has caught the fancy of many anonymous experts. My persona has been laid bare on the dissection table and I dare say – the autopsy reports have been far from pleasant. 

My only questions to my anonymous “friends” are – WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH? 
If I think Britney Spears was once a man or if Bush should shove a nuke up his a*s – How does it affect you? What difference will it make in your lives if I am a born pessimist who has a jaundiced view of the world? If you think my writing is trashy – why do you bother reading it? What makes you think I am the least bit interested in your opinion about me? Do you honestly believe that your criticism is going to change me? Are you not aware of the fact that you need to think before you put things down in writing? Are you even capable of thinking? Do you have anything between your ears (ref to the human brain)? I’d like to hear honest anonymous answers…

Moving on – I haven’t written this to discourage Anonymous posts but infact it should be seen as an encouragement…most people write good stuff about my posts (not that it’s a bad thing) so seeing such attacks on my personality is a welcome (albeit slightly disturbing) change. I simply wish the quality of the bashing improves – currently I find most of the anonymous comments quite brainless. They seem to be a lame attempt at putting me down – sadly they haven’t had much effect – I honestly couldn’t care less. Anyways got things to do…till next time…cheerio!

30 Things I'd Like To Be

1. Bartender – cuz once upon a time I went to “Dublin” for a party and saw a lady (India’s only professional female bartender) manning (wo-manning?) the bar – twas really inspiring

2. Flight Attendant – I love the food they serve in airlines (yea yea the crappy plastic taste – its not too bad hey), I’d love to hear my voice making announcements about cabin pressure and things to do incase of an emergency!

3. Fashion Designer – I really want to showcase clothes on the ramp that real people are wearing – these days people pass off hangers as models!

4. Carpenter – I have watched enough Monster House and While You Were Out to want to do this really bad

5. Radio Jockey – after winning an RJ Hunt in my college fest I am very inspired…plus I think I’d sound great on radio :) *smug*

6. Professional Tennis Player – had always wanted to become this but since my folks never regarded sports as a “suitable career option” I couldn’t pursue this seriously

7. Professional Gymnast – oh how fighting fit and flexible they are *dreams*

8. Coroner – people who are already dead cant possible die again can they? So this job is like totally safe – you can never get fired for killing someone :)

9. Forensic Anthropologist – blame it on “Bones” (the TV series)

10. Detective – I have a totally twisted criminal brain and that would help me delve into the psyche of other criminals and help solve crimes

11. Farmer – how cool it must be to live on a farm, ride horses for pleasure, graze sheep in the meadows, watch little piglets running around in mud...sigh (this is probably my retirement dream)

12. Dog Walker – It’s a new concept in India where people get their domestic helps to walk their dogs but people abroad do this for a living – plus I just love dogs

13. Fortune Cookie Writer – now again the concept of fortune cookies hasn’t really caught on in India but hey if “the guy who reads your fortune…” on Orkut can do it – so can I!

14. Bounty Hunter – again I’ve never heard of an Indian bounty hunter but they do exist abroad (atleast on tv they do) and they’re always men – wouldn’t it be uber cool to become one! You wear sexy clothes, ride awesome bikes, and wield lethal weapons – the works.

15. Jewellery/Shoe Designer – I think I have enough ideas to restock most fashionistas wardrobes.

16. Chocolatier – dunno what a person who makes chocolates is called – I am guessing that’s what its called – I love chocolate and I figured my love would translate into a fruitful venture

17. Artist – the kind that paints not the kind that sings – its just something I enjoy so much I can do it forever and ever

18. Waitress – Inspired once again by Rachel in Friends – I think its quite sexy wearing a tiny black dress with an apron serving wrong orders to people * tee hee hee *

19. Baker – I LOVE THE SMELL OF BREAD – I could live in a bakery if I ever had the chance – the smell of freshly baked bread makes me wana drooooool

20. Toy Maker – Santa has his elves – and then theres me :)

21. Casket Maker – call it fetish or obsession but I have a thing for coffins – dead people deserve to be sent 6ft under in a pretty case :)

22. Cheer Leader – None of that Knights and Angels crap for me – I’d like to go pro and maybe cheer for the Lakers or something

23. Manicurist – I have this crazy knack for nail art which is fast growing into an obsession so why not – people pay big money to have pretty nails

24. Bomb Disposal Expert – it’s the coolest profession every – you never know when you’ll explode into a thousand little pieces

25. Archaeologist – old things hidden under piles n piles of dirt – who wouldn’t wana do that

26. Cartoonist/Animator – I love drawing cartoons – what fun bringing them to life

27. Stand Up Comedian – my friends think I’m funny – I could probably be India’s answer to Russel Peters :)

28. Card Dealer – I just love the ambience of casinos – too bad gambling isn’t legal in India – I love the “ka-ching” and all the bling bling – I wouldn’t mind manning the Roulette table either

29. Architect/Interior Decorator – most peoples houses (including mine) are far from decorated – I’d love to rake up the clutter and tastefully design people’s homes so that they are both nice to look at and convenient to live in!

30. Librarian – as geeky as it sounds – where else can you sit and read so many books???

If you know of any openings do let me know :P

p.s this list is not exhaustive - I may add more fantasy dream jobs

Humanity? LMAO

I have turned into a sour grape of late – nothing seems to please my critical eye…fault finding has become my favorite pass time – something I require little or no effort to do…I wasn’t always this way – my world was jaundiced by the fact that I believed in the essential goodness of mankind – everyone is good, circumstances make them act in bad ways. All that has gone now – some of you might say I have “matured” but I assure you when it comes to being juvenile I still take the cake. Maturity hasn’t got much to do with it – I’d say I’m like the cat who sat on the stove and burnt her bum – then thought twice before sitting on it again…things happen, people change, we grow older – all a part of life I hear you say? Hell no! This is more like the start of life. One thing that never stops amusing me is how many facets a human being can have – we can put any chameleon to shame by the way we “adapt” to different “situations”. Then comes our stubbornness – whoever thought mules were stubborn needs to investigate the psyche of a human being, and then think twice before being so judgmental about the ass (no pun intended).

I feel like I am turning into a misanthrope with each passing day – the more people I come across the more I begin to hate our race. I am not prejudiced against any gender – I hate all equally. Men think the world belongs to them just because they have stuff hanging between their legs. They think they have the right to walk in and trod on anyone (females to be more precise) and get away with it. Most decisions taken by them are governed by what-lies-between-the-legs rather than that-which-is-NOT-present-between-the-ears...but before people start screaming “FEMINIST – RUNNNN”, I’d like to look at the other side of the coin. Women aren’t all that holier than thou either – with a few exceptions as exceptions are always there – women bitch about women – even those who they claim are their bff’s/sisters/whatever else they are called. They don’t think twice before stabbing a loved one in the back with a pick made of ice so as not to leave any marks behind – they are born conniving b*tches if I may say so myself. Tears are their most lethal weapon of assault against “vulnerable men” (pun intended) and “hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”.

Gone are the days of Sita/Rama or Mary/Joseph…we’re living in Lucifers lair. Pretentiousness, vile and evil are things people don’t need to learn – they are in built. One never knows who to trust because quite frankly everyone has an ulterior motive and once their job is done they move on and your existence is reduced to dust – not worth the memory space. Such things just diminish any respect I had for humanity…can we truly claim superiority above animals? Quite honestly I don’t think so. We aren’t even worth being on the same level as animals I feel. Again this is a personal opinion but I am sure I have opened a Pandora’s Box. People are going to retort and try very hard to restore my faith in humanity by posing various arguments/philosophies/points of view but at that point in time – they would know as well as I do already – that even they have an ulterior motive for doing so ;)

In Shock And Awe...of Myself

I haven’t posted any pearls of wisdom of late – infact I cheated by posting really old things I dug up from a really old source – but I dare say – I’m impressed…so much so that I want to run around waving my hands in the air screaming “I HAVE A FOLLOWER” at the top of my voice! It was quite a surprise logging in after so long and seeing a certain difference in my blogger front page …One Follower it said! WOW WOW WOW…this is better than Rahman winning an Oscar (which by the way I thought was highly over rated – shall blog about it later though)…Its shocking to see albeit a lil weird – the thought – that someone would actually want to be updated about the crap my 2x2 sq ft factory churns out at such an irregular basis (I’m assuming that’s how big my brain is – now will someone tell me how big a foot is?!?!)

Anywho’s I shall continue basking in the glory of my one follower – Dory the Fish – waaaay into the night (all hail technology – fishes have started blogging too – how cool is that!!! Ok that was a really bad joke but spare a thought for my current state of lunacy attributed to this honour)…inturn I’d like to honour Dory by giving him my special Pat on the Back Award of Excellence in Taste for Retardedness…I shall try not disappointing you – the next thing you know the lone follower runs the other way – also I hope that by following my blog you actually meant to follow it and it wasn’t some freak accident which occurred while you were trying to click send [because the send button just so happened to be right next to the follow button?!?!?]…if that’s what happened blame it on your Parkinsons stricken mouse and do nothing more (you can curse the mouse too if you like)…anyways I think I’m losing it – I shall go dig into a celebratory slice of umm chapatti now :-/ watch this space for more whacked out posts guaranteed to make you loose the few marbles you’ve treasured since you were 5!

P.s Dory I really liked your posts - I wanted to leave a comment but I wasn't able to...also I can't find the "Follow" button...It isnt next to the "send" button (quite a revelation that)  :-O

Never Trust an Emoticon

My dad would often warn me – “Never trust people you meet online”…infact he was of the school of thought that anything that happens online is the seed of evil – and post a few “experiences” I have started agreeing with him more than I previously did. Thus the post – Never Trust an Emoticon. I’m sure we are all aware of what emoticons are – those smiley thingies that appear when you use a combination of various punctuation marks…People online are fake – that is something I can vouch for. Gone are the days when I was a scrawny, oily haired 13 year old posing to be blonde hair blue eyes…I have learnt bigger lessons in life from my various online associations. The virtual world is full of posers – or maybe that’s how I’ve come to perceive them after several bad experiences. I blame it on the fact that you can’t express emotions through yellow face like smiley thingies – because you only have that many punctuation marks leading to that many emotions. Ask yourself – how many times have you used LOL, LMAO, :)) etc even when you are sitting across the computer sulking – the person on the other end rightfully assumes that you are consumed with fits of laughter because of some lame joke they cracked. 

All this said and done – there are still those people who spend a majority of their waking hours online, chatting with people they have never met/people who probably don’t even exist as they have described themselves/people who you fondly refer to as “friends”…such people are branded geeks/dorks/dweebs/losers etc by other “cool” people but they exist – I know because at one point in my life I was one of them. I found it cool to make friends all across the globe…so much so that I even had a relationship online (how cool is that!) – But I’d rather not talk about that in this context. Back to my net buddies/virtual friends – some people are in it for the pleasure and are quite explicit about that…e.g. the minute you enter a chat room and exchange asl’s (for the uninitiated asl = age/sex/location) you are immediately asked your bra size (if s = f) or the dimensions of your family jewel (if s = m). Such people are perves in my eyes but to each his own – who am I to judge. Then there are those who come online – grab your attention by sounding intelligent (maybe they are maybe they aren’t) and then begin endless conversations – that lead to nowhere but they make you think otherwise. Such people are the deadly lot…they say things they don’t mean, but always sugar coat it with the fact that they don’t want to lead you on – constantly reminding you how they are “different”. The things they say make you start developing a sort of connection with them – one that leads to heartache inevitably in most cases. 

So you talk, they respond – they talk, you respond…the cycle continues till a point where talking to them becomes the highlight of your day - a lot of times they are leading sad miserable lives and despite all that are more than willing to help you solve your petty issues *angels from heaven*…things are said…feelings shared –albeit with all caution- and you are done for…and once you’re in the thick of things the axe gets dropped…like all men – the chase is better than the catch…excuses are made – distance is created – as the best friend/lover/bff vanishes into the horizon…and then you’re left alone thinking WHAT WENT WRONG? They may/may not surface after a huge sabbatical but the interaction will be cold – stone cold or colder…the cordial hello – the oh so polite how are you – the “oh hey there stranger” kind of treatment…and then it will register in your dimly lit brain – this was all a farse! Emoticons are not to be trusted! Why didn’t you think before you acted? Why didn’t you take heed of the people around you who constantly reminded you that what happens in the virtual world stays in the virtual world…you are broken – the person on the other end doesn’t see why – it doesn’t really matter – how difficult would it be for them to wipe off their very existence from the virtual world?

P.s this post was written with no intension of hurting anyone or with any particular person in mind - if you see yourself in this post then hard luck - it cant be helped

Jealousy?

Jealous, plagues the abyss of mind...
He's my guy you see; not your f*cked up find...
Don't try to lay your grimmy fingers on him...
You think you'll win but your chances seem grim...
Your charms are foul; your tactics appaul...
I wish you were dead, can't wait for your fall...
You can fool some but cant you see...
Your game's busted, courtesy me!
Jus' get the f*ck out of here before I kick your ass...
I'll shatter all your lame attempts like a sugar glass...
I scream and yell, pull my hair and shout...
The monster within me has been let out...
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I try to make you stay away from her...
You know I hate her but you don't stir...
She is just a friend is all I get...
I cant stand her one bit why do you forget...
Calm down, take it easy, dont react that way...
Its hard to live like this, I die each day...
I know you're mine, I dont wana share you...
Her presence rocks my faith, and you know thats true...
The feeling inside me is filling my heart...
I don't want jealousy to tear me apart...
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I can't imagine I wrote such things - back in my teenage lovelorn days...dont feel such emotion anymore (fortunately/unfortunately)

U & I

Standing at the shores of time, Watching the shadows dance... I feel the whole of me sublime... As my inner spirits prance. We met, we fought, we talked and played, Wrestling emotions day and night... Embeded in my heart they stayed... Shadows they were, afraid of light. I wanted to whisper in your ear, Sweet nothings to make you feel me... But I stoped myself, for it was clear... You knew no bounds, your spirit was free. I had no choice but to put out the fire, In your presence, your absence I felt... I wanted drown in my own desire... In your arms, I wanted to melt. I felt I had lost you, were you ever mine? What I feel I want to show you... Because you are wrong, nothing's fine... Despite all odds.. I love you true. You have your reasons, you have a case, I wish there was something I could do... For rejection is something I dont like to face... And you smile like you havent got a clue! Im burning in anguish, salvage my pain, Rescue me, set me free... Dont let my efforts go in vain... Say it once, just answer my plea!!