Tim

Now.. don't let your imagination work overtime. I know exactly what you must be wondering right now.. What is this story about? Who's Tim? A boy who lost his mother? A guy who lost his girlfriend? A teen who refuses to give up his booze and dope? Strike. Strike. Strike. Its about none of these. Tim is the story about a cursor boy (mouse cursor, chyeah). And so.. let it begin..


Tim was not at all used to all this. He was disappearing from the monitor screen. He didn't want this to happen at all! No! No! No! How could..!?!
Before all this.. Tim was a happy cursor residing in some body's monitor screen.. happily as ever! But to his despair, Tim was tail-less. He didn't have a tail and the other cursors made fun of him, teased him and mimicked him to death (he didn't die though, not as yet!). Anyway, so he was sad, depressed and broken hearted. The female cursor he loved the most in the whole world was getting married to another cursor who had a long pointed tail just because her father refused to let her get married with a tail-less and ugly cursor. Yes, he used those words. Tim was so sad that he went wandering about the screen all alone and then he didn't know what happened but he clicked on something that he started disappearing.. slowly.. and in a split second he was in a different land. He looked around and saw all amazing sights. He saw several tail-less cursors, just like himself. He saw everything happy, smelt everything yummy and heard a joyful music playing. Before he could enjoy such a view he realized that he was disappearing again. No! NO! This can't happen, he thought. He wanted to stay there.. Anyway, the next place he came to was a factory of some kind.. He saw cursors of all kinds, cute icons, custom templates, websites being churned and everything else! He was so amazed that he forgot all about his home.
"Excuse me, mister" said somebody and tapped on his shoulder. Tim turned and saw that it was an icon.
"Yes?" replied our Tim.
"Welcome to The Factory!" he shouted.
"Oh. Nice place, this.." Timmy replied.
"Yes, sir! Have a nice stay." he said and left.
Now, our Timmy was in awe of this place as it gave him the happiness he never got earlier. He was happy. He was there for a year and everybody was friendly, happy, jolly, cheerful all the time. However, even after denying he couldn't but miss his dear home. Whatever it was.. it was his home. He missed Tricia (his love interest.. remember?) too. When one day it was too much to take. He asked one of his friends to tell him the way to return to his old monitor screen once again. He told him the way and so Tim packed his bags and was ready for the big journey. He reached his monitor screen in 5 days' time and as everybody else was sleeping, he went to sleep too. Shrieks woke him in the morning and guess what? Everybody was happy to see him. They missed him. They couldn't turn their backs to the fact the Tim was a necessary part of their daily lives.. he was like the air they breathed.. necessary but seldom noticed. They asked for pardon and asked him never to leave them again. Tricia's father had cancelled her wedding with the big hulky cursor dude after he got to know that he had a transplanted tail. Having no tail is better than a fake one, he said that. And now, he declared that the only cursor fit to marry his beautiful Tricia was Tim. So, everybody started preparations for the big wedding and it was a huge event with everybody there. Good ol' Tim even invited his friends from the other land. Everybody congratulated them. They danced. They sang. They were happy. And as all good stories end.. They lived happily ever after.
And now Tricia and Tim live on my monitor screen. They have two kids. A boy and a girl i.e. Jr. Tim and Tia.
Tricia and Tim are one contented couple.. and may they live happily together!

Yay!

Yay! How's this? The template, ofcourse.. fool! Comments, shouts.. why are all of you sooo lazy? *sniffle* *sniffle*


Toodles.

Am I an addict?

Ahh.. Another Hitchhiker's thingy.. The name of a poem written (according to the book) long ago was..
"Ode to the green putty I found in my armpit one midsummer morning"


Sheesh. IMAGINE!

Let go..

Boredom leads you to another thing.. writing poetry/songs and so I wrote one. It isn't for someone special or something.. just a plain, harmless song written by the original me.


Walkin' on the burnin' streets
when the sun was shining down on our heads..
We were together, suffering in the same heat
until we met..

Our eyes started giving away
What we didn't want to say
but in the end this is what I want to convey

that I miss you and I want you back
oh! those days were so full of life
and now I feel like I am torn apart
please come back oh.. come back.

Laughing at nothing is not as fun as it used to be
The birds, the sky, the trees hold no meaning for me
the sunlight seems as cold as I am inside
the decision I took to let you go.. was never right.

Ohh.. the words slowly tumbled out of our lips
those words were forbidden, we never knew..
until it came to this.

Ohh.. I miss you and I want you home
come on lets go..
and now I feel like I am breaking inside..
the decision I took to let you go was.. never.. right..!

*Applaud*
*Curtain closes*
Thank you. Thank you.

Me + My fickly wickly mind = Constant change

Ahh.. ever since I had joined blogspot, I couldn't waittt to create/edit the templates and now (*wicked smile* muahahahahaha) I KNOW HOW TO DO IT! The outcome? You're probably going to see a lot of change in my templates, colour combos blah blah.. you know what i mean? Yeah. Soo.. How's my new template? I want comments or shouts! Wootzerz. *thinks to herself* How about a black and white template the next time.. next week? Tomorrow? Umm.. or else a combination of orange and red!!!!! Okay.. STOP STOP! *normal mode*
So bye for now.
Happy Diwali.
Do not burn crackers for the sake of those who died in the blasts last year.. or for the sake of those who suffer from respiratory diseases.. or for the sake of those who work tirelessly.. without wages for days at stretch, producing these destructive crackers for you.. for what? yes!! burning them.. and burning them why? to see the amazing lights..!!! yessss.. How amazing.. isn't it? Think over it.. How about if I make you study for 17 hours tomorrow.. no food.. no water.. and oh!.. not for one day.. for a year! And then you fail in your examinations.. How would you feel? Insensitive twits are those who burn crackers even after reading this.