Scientists should be kept locked up

Our resident scientist The Birdman broke his ankle.
The query reverberating in the market right now is how?
Well insider sources say that he was going to Kacheguda to pick up his friend who was coming from Bangalore. Alas, the gate was locked.

But such minor obstacles are nothing to a scientist. He decided to jump over the wall. It was abt 5.5 ft high.

Well he fell down and broke his ankle.

The meister to the rescue at 4:45 in the freaking morning...

Anyway the scientist was taken to Yashoda hoispital where a moron saw the x-rays and declared that it was a ligament injury and thus bed rest for 14 days would be enough..just when it was time to take the scientist home, a doctor came, saw and declared thy leg has gone kaput and requires surgery.

The Birdguy's face went from extreme happiness to a picture of cataclysm in a matter of seconds.
After much deliberations and discussions, the meister, chunkubaz and the scientist finally decided to pack him home.


Enquiries have confirmed that this is the 3rd mishap of the scientist in as many times ever since he has come out of Kolkata and has planned to go back during the holidays.

This time it is a broken ankle.
Last year it was pneumonia.

The year before....

wait for it....

here it comes.....



ASS OPERATION.

Life Is A Prison by Puff

Life is a prison,
Oh God let me out.
No one to listen,
To hear when you shout.
Climb the walls of insanity,
Ride the waves of despair.
If you fall it don't matter,
There's no one to care.
Used to wish for a window,
To see birds, trees and sky,
But you're better without one -
Stops you aiming too high.
Watching freedom is painful,
For those locked away.
Seeing joy, love and happiness,
Another price that you pay.
Strong is good, weak is bad.
Be it false, be it true.
Your mind makes the choice,
And enforces it too.
Cell walls built by society,
With rules to adhere.
If you breach the acceptable,
You had better beware.
Hide the pain, carry on,
Routine is the key.
Don't let on that you're not,
What you're pretending to be.
Lock it all up inside you,
How badly that bodes.
Look out for that one day,
When it all just explodes.
Leaving naught but a shell,
Base functionality too.
But killing all else,
That was uniquely you.
So how do you grow,
With a timebomb inside?
Or how to defuse it,
Without destroying its ride?



You can't.

Darkness by Emily

I'm swimming all alone in a pool of darkness
and I feel like darkness is slowly pulling me under
I yell for help but no one is there to hear it
I begin to see the water at eye level
and I kick and flail
fighting to stay above the darkness
But the darkness won't let go of its hold on me
and I slowly begin to give in
to the feeling that lies below the water line
the waters starts to fill my lungs
the lungs that once held so much life
yet now they allow the murky water to replace that
I know that this path doesn't lead to happiness
But why doesn't someone grab my hand
pull me from darkness's grasp?
because no one knows I stand at the boundary
the boundary between light and dark
so I give in to the thing that holds me
All of the strength and all of the courage
that I once held in my heart
can't save me from the water
So I slowly slip below the world of conscientiousness
undetected by the occupants of that world
I don't want to fight anymore
I've given into darkness