Bisu

Firstly, the title. Its got nothing to do with anything occult.
I just read Birth of The Demon again, sometime back. Its the origin story of Ra's Al Ghul. Beyond this, if you don't understand the meaning of the title; then you need to get to speed on your Batman.

Im just very bored as I write this.
My journal has been left untouched for a while and that just makes me sad. Like somehow a small part of me has been forgotten by myself. Thats just betrayal, innit?

Hah, but why would I concern anybody but me about all this?

I dont even know why this post is published. Maybe its one of those subconscious contigency measures Im setting up for myself.
Like Im stuck in a dark sea. With only a few batteries left for my torch so Im rationing the amount of time I use it for.
Its a complicated analogy. Im not gonna bother explaining.

Right, I'm gonna leave you now. 

I think this note will fascinate me in a year, maybe.

Night,

V

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A beautiful woman delights the eye; a wise woman, the understanding; a pure one, the soul.  

- Minna Antrim

Now Reading : Arkham Asylum - Grant Morrisson

Now Listening : Crystalised - The xx

Now Feeling : Bored

The Window That Woke Me Up

Let me begin by wishing anyone reading this a Happy New Year. Its young, new so go own. And if you don't then chill.. Cuz there's one more coming up. (Some optimistic bullshit I got in a text.)

I'm writing this in Comp period and Venky is like..two desks away from me, sleeping (who could have guessed that?)

Speaking of sleeping, I woke up a few nights back, early-morning or late-night, I don't remember and I saw this light shining outside my window. A light that looked almost Heavenly
You must understand that I was insanely sleepy and there's a big chance all this was a dream.
But I was up and decided not to go back to bes anytime soon. So I pressed play to my favourite song and I drew the curtain to see what Heaven looked like..
Obviously enough, the neighbour's backyard lights were on. "Go back to sleep", I said to myself. But I didn't. I stopped the song and stared out of the window and into the black sky illuminated by the Moon for the longest time I have stared at the skies. Got me thinking.

16 years on, will I still look out of the window with the same thoughts running through my mind and with the same mentality?
Will I be alive then, for starters?
Will my house be better than whatever lay outside?
Will there be friends visible through that window?
Will there be someone puling me back to bed and ask me to stare at her instead of outside?
Will I have regrets then?
Will I have something to look forward to out of the window?

Thats a Lot of questions for someone that sleepy you might say. But my brain was in Drive gear and it gave me a hell lot more questions than the ones I've posted here.

Life is bloody uncertain and I'm not sure if I like it that way..
For all I know an uncertain life may be the most rewarding, most exciting or maybe even the most boring. And I also don't know if this incident is just some Emotional Attyachar caused by my marks or its something way deeper.

But I know this for sure.
I will never look out of any Window the same way.
Or Will I?

Till the next bump on the road,
V

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Now Listening : To Anuradha speak of binary, octal and hexadecimal.
Now Reading: Between the lines.
Now Drooling Over: The Mercedes-Benz SLS AMG and the Harley-Davidson Nightrod Special.