Let's start with some facts. 5 respondents; 3 guys and 2 girls. Three abroad, two in Delhi. Two replied in Urdu (one guy and one girl; both abroad) and three in English (one guy abroad and a guy and a girl in Delhi).
You all can now figure out which one of those you are. Especially in whatever comes below.
Okay, here goes.
Khud maine husn ke haathon mein shokhi ka chhalakta jaam diya
Gaalon ku gulabon ka rutbaa; kaliyon ko labon ka naam diya
Aankhon ko diya saagar gehra
Tu aa ke mujhe pehchaan zara
The man agrees that this isn't his own. This was in the environment at the time, and I'm sure miss appreciates it. More clues below; you'll enjoy the song.
An interesting throwback to our previous discussion on a similar attempt, friend. Riddle me this : The story began with two brothers (eldest and youngest), with a sister in the middle. A sister who is always torn between the two though it is clear where she will eventually go. She is, after all one of the extremes of the Third. Where did her love lie?
What does could possibly be meant by this? Is it a personal question? That's the negative stand isn't it. That wasn't even a question. It was just a word. One that each individual must define for themselves. At the end of the day, though, whatever road you take, it's always a box of chocolates.
Attraction. But in a more ethereal sort of way. It's the kind that pulls you in without any sign that it's actually doing so. I doubt if you know that if you Google the term, 95% of image results are hot models on the cover of a magazine; mostly Caucasian (most look Russian). Er, that's really all I have to say about that.
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Hmm. I find it interesting that I connected each person's word with a specific memory about him/her if one came to mind; alternatively, I went with a word that I connected to my image of that person. Except the one fail, oh godly tesseract. Must do it blindly somehow, so each person's name and face is not immediately above their word. It should be easy for you all to figure out which one yours is.
It's kinda retarded how boring this might be for those who don't have a word up there right now. All for the best; I personally feel this is fairly lousy. Perhaps due to in part to Le olde Talat Mahmood, who never fails to grant my mood sadder, perhaps more grey tones. And the Urdu words..
Who is mad? Me or the guy writing to all of you above?
If anyone catches three layers (at least three of you should, they're fairly obvious; walls is too basic a word), let me know and I'll owe you a beer.
Grammar seems to be the most coherent of all my posts, which must mean the man is evolving.
Ha.
**start cheerful MC tone**
That's it, folks. A big shout to all those who replied in time - thanks! To those who couldn't, there will hopefully be a next time! Good night and god bless!
**end cheerful MC tone**
You all can now figure out which one of those you are. Especially in whatever comes below.
Okay, here goes.
An unknown; something that I cannot even comprehend. Black? That seems like a a reasonable descriptor. Rather, blank. Not darkness; a void.
Khud maine husn ke haathon mein shokhi ka chhalakta jaam diya
Gaalon ku gulabon ka rutbaa; kaliyon ko labon ka naam diya
Aankhon ko diya saagar gehra
Tu aa ke mujhe pehchaan zara
The man agrees that this isn't his own. This was in the environment at the time, and I'm sure miss appreciates it. More clues below; you'll enjoy the song.
An interesting throwback to our previous discussion on a similar attempt, friend. Riddle me this : The story began with two brothers (eldest and youngest), with a sister in the middle. A sister who is always torn between the two though it is clear where she will eventually go. She is, after all one of the extremes of the Third. Where did her love lie?
What does could possibly be meant by this? Is it a personal question? That's the negative stand isn't it. That wasn't even a question. It was just a word. One that each individual must define for themselves. At the end of the day, though, whatever road you take, it's always a box of chocolates.
Attraction. But in a more ethereal sort of way. It's the kind that pulls you in without any sign that it's actually doing so. I doubt if you know that if you Google the term, 95% of image results are hot models on the cover of a magazine; mostly Caucasian (most look Russian). Er, that's really all I have to say about that.
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Hmm. I find it interesting that I connected each person's word with a specific memory about him/her if one came to mind; alternatively, I went with a word that I connected to my image of that person. Except the one fail, oh godly tesseract. Must do it blindly somehow, so each person's name and face is not immediately above their word. It should be easy for you all to figure out which one yours is.
It's kinda retarded how boring this might be for those who don't have a word up there right now. All for the best; I personally feel this is fairly lousy. Perhaps due to in part to Le olde Talat Mahmood, who never fails to grant my mood sadder, perhaps more grey tones. And the Urdu words..
Who is mad? Me or the guy writing to all of you above?
If anyone catches three layers (at least three of you should, they're fairly obvious; walls is too basic a word), let me know and I'll owe you a beer.
Grammar seems to be the most coherent of all my posts, which must mean the man is evolving.
Ha.
**start cheerful MC tone**
That's it, folks. A big shout to all those who replied in time - thanks! To those who couldn't, there will hopefully be a next time! Good night and god bless!
**end cheerful MC tone**
