Sunday, January 18, 2009

Some creative ways to die....

Now, I know, this is a very morbid topic, and it DOES NOT anyway reflect that I want to kill myself or something like that. Suicide is a crime. My mother didn’t go through those tedious nine months and the subsequent labour to just see me waste myself. Rather, I think she did that, because of lack of contraceptives on that particular night, but that’s completely another story. So, moving ahead, this is not a pro suicide blog. But if someone has made up their mind to kill themselves, it’s only appropriate that I share my knowledge and ease up the process.

Before writing this, I did my extensive research on the topic. All these pro suicide websites are full of @#$%. They don’t know what they are talking about. See, I would never trust anyone who has devoted an entire website to helping people commit suicide. This is where I come in. I am your regular friendly, sweet, altruistic girl, who is trying to make this world a better place. You CAN trust me. So here we go….


See, jumping from a rooftop, terrace, or just your window is the most common and unimaginative thing one can do. I mean no disrespect to other peeps that have done that, but seriously, some creativity, would do no harm. It is after all the last thing people would remember you by. Do you want to be remembered for a person who just jumped from his balcony? Or someone, who ingeniously masturbated himself to death?

It’s very easy. If you start with shagging yourself at least fifteen times a day, there would come a time, when your body would just give up. It’s rather a slow death, but you can always make it interesting by watching some good porn.


Taking poisons is so passé. First of all, poisons are not readily available. The most one can do is eat enough apple seeds and wait. In all probability, you will only see those seeds, when you take your crap the next day, and yes, you would still be alive. How about a vodka enema? It’s a very easy procedure. Get an adult enema kit. You can always tell the chemist it’s for you grandmother. Then you can buy some good vodka (at least don’t be cheap here, it’s a matter of ‘life and death’) and tell them it’s for your grandmother. Now, drill some enema in your ass. I am not going to lie to you. It is going to burn like shit. It will slowly burn your insides, and if you continue the procedure, you are bound to die.


If you don’t die, you might have some problem sitting down in future. Err, if you like how it feels, it can become your new erotic fantasy, and maybe then you wouldn’t have to commit suicide.

Overdosing on sleeping pills is seriously stupid. If the last thing you want to do before you die is sleep, then hell yes, you might as well die. This idea is for some peppy suicide ideas seekers. You want to die??? Listen to Kevin Federline (you know, that kid who married Britney) rap.


If that won’t do it, then watch the movie Glitter. If that won’t do it, then watch my mom do the Soulja Boy dance. That would kill the strongest of motherfuckers.




Here it is people, some really cool ways of dieing. Err; I know it says that I am learning to be a counsellor. So, to be morally and ethically safe, I would just like to add that, if you do feel like killing yourself; get in touch with your friends, parents, relatives, priest, counsellor, basically some human being who won’t nudge you off that balcony.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

I RUN....

As the rain drops grace my face
With each droplet, I feel the pain
My hands are numb and cold
But my heart is blazing with ache

So, I run…

I can feel the intensity
Overpowering each fiber of my being
I can sense it triumphing
Suffocating the life out of me

So, I run…

The truth is getting naked
Feelings are turning to guilt
My tears are mixing with rain
As my heart is being undressed

So, I run…

I plead, I cry, I scream
Hoping this will soon end
My breathing is getting heavy
I am choking away my shame

So, I run

This is what I chose
The passion is undesirable
My body trembles as I search for you
While I run away from my ghosts

So, I run…


Enough of the hide and seek
The emotional duel is draining
I pray for a new beginning
I pray for a new me.

So, I stop running for me.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

A Note....

I will always remember...

The first time we met
When you proved me wrong
Your touch made me believe again
You made me strong.

I will always remember...

The sweet things you whispered in my ears
When you reached out to me
You clawed through the wall
You took me by surprise, you shook my very being.

I will always remember...

The first time you kissed me
When you touched my soul
You aroused these feelings in me
Leaving me yearning for more.

I will always remember...

The day you said the ‘L’ word
When you said I was special
You said you can feel my heart beat
Beating with the rhythm of your own heart.

I will always remember...

The day you had to leave
When you forced yourself to say goodbye
You looked torn, sad, and hopeful
The only time I cried.

I will always remember...

You
Us
Thank you.