random

like the pillow on the bed next to the green bedsheet, i sit next to the green bedsheet with contemplating sounds of the digestive noises stomach makes when you are not sure about your own hunger sitting next to the green bedsheet and a fluffy black wintercoverup. who is not excited by holmes, is not a complete human being.. :P and your home, it lies next to the nest of puppies of the dogman and maddogs. these submissions drive you crazy at times, almost when its done, you realise its not yet started.

theres an inspiration

there's an inspiration every now and then, the so called inspiration, that one does . exams are one such insiration. they lead you into go-thru of rhetoric of irritability and imagination. so. the girl smiles at the end of the road through my window. and a bus goes throught the noise of the footsteps of the window. and you sit here. type. record. with this digital camera like transformation that you ve become. reels and wheels transformed to letters and ears. And the loneliness of examinations updates itself through the add-ons, the tutorials. that remind you every now and then that examd are not the end.. they are just a symptom. on the brighter side of it, we have the brighter side. you get exposed to so much shit. break your inertia towards things. let yourself be organ-ised till things get over. look for more creative possibilities of dying the tutes and exams in the most goodlookingways. and finally, go to the whereveryouwant places and do whateveryoufeellike things. thats would be the eventual happening, if it occurs.

freud, sherlock holmes

freud and holmes seems like similar entities tring to do similar jobs. jobs of guessing the most unguessable with a scientific determination, mostly in the most surprisingly accurately, and at times they seems to acknowledge their own mistakes.
what triggered me, write all this is the following: :P
how can holmes make his judgements so correctlly, about individuals, basing his arguements upon the facts, as he calls them.? he guesses rightly mostly (as if he's living: but still, possibility exists that his deduction is perfect, as i read thru) : he guesses even the mistakes we tend to commit, and whats more: he bases his own orguement upon these guessed-mistakes. they might not be mistakes always, there's always a certainity that all that holmes considers as facts might be mere accidental happenings, and so are freuds. but then, what's interesting is that basing their arguements on these unmistakable obsessional accidents of the humane, they come to sensible conclusions. So, as i see it the humane, seems to be innately obsessional, in events it involves with : the parapraxes, the clues one leaves while trying to not leave any. isnt that li'l striking similarity.
the one who trys to hide facts. conscious. parapraxes. the way holmes stuns us. the way freud digs into us. may be holmes just triggered off freuds psychoanalysis. or freud, the holmes of our mental lives.