Year 2006 has been an year of buh-byes. And sometimes, these buh-byes compound - like the one huge compounded buh-bye i've had to say here.
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Friday, December 29, 2006
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Monday, December 25, 2006
Friday, December 22, 2006
Saturday, December 16, 2006
inner glow - reprise
Why do...
we only want a field we can run through
we only want a beat we can drum to
we only want rhythm we can tune to
we only want a dream we can flaunt to
we only want to sing when we want to
we only want a track we can dance to.
But...
we don't live life on a playground
riding a fucking merry-go-round
trying to look like we belong
whether right or wrong
and even if we do belong
trying to prove we're strong.
We've...
got to let the odds slide
advantage to the other side
let go of the pride inside
but we know that we really tried
to keep our aching-celebrating inner glow alive.
we only want a field we can run through
we only want a beat we can drum to
we only want rhythm we can tune to
we only want a dream we can flaunt to
we only want to sing when we want to
we only want a track we can dance to.
But...
we don't live life on a playground
riding a fucking merry-go-round
trying to look like we belong
whether right or wrong
and even if we do belong
trying to prove we're strong.
We've...
got to let the odds slide
advantage to the other side
let go of the pride inside
but we know that we really tried
to keep our aching-celebrating inner glow alive.
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Diner Yack - 2
'tis been around an year to this incident and here is how i recall it. 'twere those days in school a li'l while before my defense when working through the nights was a given... It was 7-ish in the morning, casually dressed in faded denims, a checked white shirt and a grey sweater, i stepped out of my apartment flipping on my new black leather sandals... I was headed to Jack-in-the-box for a quick breakfast. Like i've mentioned before, i went there often because more usually than not, my meals there were either oversized or underpaid... and all for flashing a smile and saying a loud good whatever-part-of-the-day-it-was. Let me just take a second to thank the lady at the counter who apparently "liked my t-shirts"...
Anyway... so on this particular day, there's this group of 3 (a guy n 2 girls) at the counter, standing right in front. All three of them in torn jeans, sweats and pumps...
Girl1: How do i look today ?
Guy: The usual. Good.
Girl1: And my hair ?
Guy: it's the same isn't it ??? "no styling points there..."
Girl1 @ 2: What do u think ?
Girl2: Oh my Goooooood... Did u get those cherry colored highlights ???
Girl1 @ Guy: Seeeee... you don't pay attention... and yada yada yada.. blah blah blah
And i can't stop grinning... The three of 'em fetch their order and move to a table where they continue their high decibel yack. After a few minutes, I fetch my tray and seat my behind on a table right across their table, eager to catch up on their conversation. Much to my surprise, the guy waves his hands to catch my attention.
Guy: How you doin ?
Me: How yooooou doin ?
Guy: Mind if i ask you a question ? These girls here wonder if you're gay !!!
A very discombobulated Me: NO. I'M NOT.
Guy: Just that you look so prim and there's a gay parade today.
Me: I'm headed to no gay parade. I've an exam to take in a while.
Guy: So, dressing well is a feel-good exam thing ?
By this time i've had it and want to end the conversation.
Me: No. I dress natty for a prof of mine who i suppose is gay. Urgh.
And i walk off...
Anyway... so on this particular day, there's this group of 3 (a guy n 2 girls) at the counter, standing right in front. All three of them in torn jeans, sweats and pumps...
Girl1: How do i look today ?
Guy: The usual. Good.
Girl1: And my hair ?
Guy: it's the same isn't it ??? "no styling points there..."
Girl1 @ 2: What do u think ?
Girl2: Oh my Goooooood... Did u get those cherry colored highlights ???
Girl1 @ Guy: Seeeee... you don't pay attention... and yada yada yada.. blah blah blah
And i can't stop grinning... The three of 'em fetch their order and move to a table where they continue their high decibel yack. After a few minutes, I fetch my tray and seat my behind on a table right across their table, eager to catch up on their conversation. Much to my surprise, the guy waves his hands to catch my attention.
Guy: How you doin ?
Me: How yooooou doin ?
Guy: Mind if i ask you a question ? These girls here wonder if you're gay !!!
A very discombobulated Me: NO. I'M NOT.
Guy: Just that you look so prim and there's a gay parade today.
Me: I'm headed to no gay parade. I've an exam to take in a while.
Guy: So, dressing well is a feel-good exam thing ?
By this time i've had it and want to end the conversation.
Me: No. I dress natty for a prof of mine who i suppose is gay. Urgh.
And i walk off...
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
kaisa yeh mann baawara
ummeed se baandhe honsla
sung na saathi na rehmat ki dua
beech toofan, jalane shama chala
lo, mann toh mara mann-chala.
* * *
bhaag dost yeh zindagi ki daud
adhoore khwabon ko peeche chod
toote rishton ko phir se jod
apne ishaaron pe raston ko mod
har fizool bandish ko tod
bhaag dost yeh zindagi ki daud.
* * *
ek aakhri khwaish howe
mann meeth se milne do
maut bulaawe na aawe
uski aahat toh sun ne do.
* * *
ummeed se baandhe honsla
sung na saathi na rehmat ki dua
beech toofan, jalane shama chala
lo, mann toh mara mann-chala.
* * *
bhaag dost yeh zindagi ki daud
adhoore khwabon ko peeche chod
toote rishton ko phir se jod
apne ishaaron pe raston ko mod
har fizool bandish ko tod
bhaag dost yeh zindagi ki daud.
* * *
ek aakhri khwaish howe
mann meeth se milne do
maut bulaawe na aawe
uski aahat toh sun ne do.
* * *
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
fave quote
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take
but by the number of moments that take your breath away. "
but by the number of moments that take your breath away. "
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Halloween dialogue
Here's a little snippet.
Bunch of clowns : Why aren't you in costume ?
Moi : I AM in costume.
BOC : What are you dressed as ?
Moi : Alien, Resident-Alien.
puzzled silence !!!
For those who can relate, the joke is on USCIS.
Bunch of clowns : Why aren't you in costume ?
Moi : I AM in costume.
BOC : What are you dressed as ?
Moi : Alien, Resident-Alien.
puzzled silence !!!
For those who can relate, the joke is on USCIS.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
I Miss You
To see you when I wake up
is a gift I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
is a three-fold, utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can't explain.
So would I be out of line if I said,
I miss you.
I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days, but already I'm wasting away.
I know I'll see you again
whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care
and I miss you.
-Incubus (I Miss You)
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Monday, October 16, 2006
,`>{
It's been some black some white and all shades of grey to fill in the spaces of time. The clock continues to step a tick and hop a tock away with no recollection of the moment elapsed nor with any signs of forcefed empathy. Life is zip-zot without purpose and time's worth a factor of zilch. With the last binding string cut loose, I drift into emptiness gulfed by loneliness. Ironically though, it's hard to find clarity amidst vast spaces of nothing; going nowhere.
The radio echoed a static buzz which was lesser devil compared to deafening silence. Adjunct to the racing clock is the bottle of scotch gleaming in all its glory. Clear and crisp and at an arms distance, it's the only company i've had all evening. The good friend that it was, it got to me fighting the cold and leaving no rock unturned... but with every gulp, it seemed to fume at the lackadaisical welcome and that only fogged my brains. Floating in those clouds was a message in response to my S.O.S. and before i knew it, my fingers tickled the num-pad and i heard a voice on the other end of the cord yell... Goooo toooo hell !!! ... and then, for the first time in months the radio boomed...
The radio echoed a static buzz which was lesser devil compared to deafening silence. Adjunct to the racing clock is the bottle of scotch gleaming in all its glory. Clear and crisp and at an arms distance, it's the only company i've had all evening. The good friend that it was, it got to me fighting the cold and leaving no rock unturned... but with every gulp, it seemed to fume at the lackadaisical welcome and that only fogged my brains. Floating in those clouds was a message in response to my S.O.S. and before i knew it, my fingers tickled the num-pad and i heard a voice on the other end of the cord yell... Goooo toooo hell !!! ... and then, for the first time in months the radio boomed...
"No stop signs, speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me round
Hey Satan, payin' my dues
Playing in a rocking band
Hey Momma, look at me
I'm on my way to the promised land
I'm on the highway to hell
Don't stop me.
And I'm going down, all the way down
I'm on the highway to hell."
Saturday, October 07, 2006
mystery goes out the window...
Anu Russell has thrown me some bait, and i shall take it... How am i to resist when she showers praise like "writes like a poet! Wait he is one!"... So, here are some easy 25 questions to answer...
1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn on page 18 and find line 4.
I was hoping this will be a figure page but then here is what line 4 says. "Press pusher C to recall laps." LOL. That's the instruction manual for my Fossil.
2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.
It went around the world to meet my right hand. So ?
3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?
The tiny little dot on the picture tube. 'twas Scrubs before that.
4. Without looking, guess what time it is?
6:38 pm
5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?
7:42 pm. Gosh, i should start wearing my fossil.
6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
Chitter-chatter of the rain outside, the rustle of the blinds, and the floor fan's drone.
7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
Been an hour i suppose... Was out discarding trash. LOL.
8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
Butterfly.
9. What are you wearing?
A smile and a Hollister perfume among other things.
10. Did you dream last night?
Yup, unusually so...
11. When did you last laugh?
I laughed when i was Happy Singh.
12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?
A kleptomaniac, a Blockbuster flyer for free movie rentals and the remains of a dead spider which i killed by aiming a tennis ball at it... I didn't want to be spiderman.
13. Seen anything weird lately?
In the world of freaks, there is no weirdness...
14. What do you think of this quiz?
'twas OK until it asked me to think.
15. What is the last film you saw?
A re-run of Gladiator. That flick never gets old. Let's see, "My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, commander of the armies of the north, general of the Felix legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius - father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife, and i will have my vengeance, in this life or the next." That's one of my favorite lines from cinema...
16. If you became a multimillionaire overnight, what would you buy?
I'd buy Rupees with $s, pack my bags and live a king sized Indian life.
17. Tell me something about you that I dunno.
I wish to be a professional whistler in the music industry...
18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
That's for the Miss Universe or Miss World aspirants to answer. Spare me. I can't let my plans be known...
19. Do you like to dance?
Yup. I'm trying to learn chicken dance.
20. George Bush.
Who ?
21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
LOL. I've lost all naming rights. I like Qamra though. It means the moon in arabic. yes... yes, i'm obsessed with everything to do with the moon.
22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?
hehehe... no rights to this one either... Bond, James Bond is a filler answer far from the truth...
23. Would you ever consider living abroad?
Continue living ? Possibly so. But i long to go back.
24. What do you want GOD to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?
"kitne aadmi the ???"
25. 5 people who must also do this in their blog.
Adolph Hitler
Napoleon Bonaparte
Leonardo da Vinci
Genghis Khan
Tutankhamun / Tutankhamen
1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn on page 18 and find line 4.
I was hoping this will be a figure page but then here is what line 4 says. "Press pusher C to recall laps." LOL. That's the instruction manual for my Fossil.
2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.
It went around the world to meet my right hand. So ?
3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?
The tiny little dot on the picture tube. 'twas Scrubs before that.
4. Without looking, guess what time it is?
6:38 pm
5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?
7:42 pm. Gosh, i should start wearing my fossil.
6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
Chitter-chatter of the rain outside, the rustle of the blinds, and the floor fan's drone.
7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
Been an hour i suppose... Was out discarding trash. LOL.
8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
Butterfly.
9. What are you wearing?
A smile and a Hollister perfume among other things.
10. Did you dream last night?
Yup, unusually so...
11. When did you last laugh?
I laughed when i was Happy Singh.
12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?
A kleptomaniac, a Blockbuster flyer for free movie rentals and the remains of a dead spider which i killed by aiming a tennis ball at it... I didn't want to be spiderman.
13. Seen anything weird lately?
In the world of freaks, there is no weirdness...
14. What do you think of this quiz?
'twas OK until it asked me to think.
15. What is the last film you saw?
A re-run of Gladiator. That flick never gets old. Let's see, "My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, commander of the armies of the north, general of the Felix legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius - father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife, and i will have my vengeance, in this life or the next." That's one of my favorite lines from cinema...
16. If you became a multimillionaire overnight, what would you buy?
I'd buy Rupees with $s, pack my bags and live a king sized Indian life.
17. Tell me something about you that I dunno.
I wish to be a professional whistler in the music industry...
18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
That's for the Miss Universe or Miss World aspirants to answer. Spare me. I can't let my plans be known...
19. Do you like to dance?
Yup. I'm trying to learn chicken dance.
20. George Bush.
Who ?
21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
LOL. I've lost all naming rights. I like Qamra though. It means the moon in arabic. yes... yes, i'm obsessed with everything to do with the moon.
22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?
hehehe... no rights to this one either... Bond, James Bond is a filler answer far from the truth...
23. Would you ever consider living abroad?
Continue living ? Possibly so. But i long to go back.
24. What do you want GOD to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?
"kitne aadmi the ???"
25. 5 people who must also do this in their blog.
Adolph Hitler
Napoleon Bonaparte
Leonardo da Vinci
Genghis Khan
Tutankhamun / Tutankhamen
Thursday, October 05, 2006
rescue me
"Too fast" says a friend mine, but there's no stopping the hands of time while i set sail with the sands of time. Fighting all reason eye-for-eye, i'm trying to not let love pass me by. I tire by sunrise... and fall into the lap of paradise... With shut eyes i still can see, your haloed glow that surrounds me. But that tear in your moist eyes, maims my heart and leaves me paralyzed.
In a moment my senses are zapped, i'm transported to hell's gate from paradise. Floating in the mire of secrets of your heart is the wreckage of many broken dreams... i'm here to be the gentle light that shoos away the dark night.... but i'm only a flicker; careless words can undo me... only careless words can undo me...
In a moment my senses are zapped, i'm transported to hell's gate from paradise. Floating in the mire of secrets of your heart is the wreckage of many broken dreams... i'm here to be the gentle light that shoos away the dark night.... but i'm only a flicker; careless words can undo me... only careless words can undo me...
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
when my body left my soul...
Today, i wish to bury my face in dirt... dirt washes easier than blood, they say... but can your blood wash this dirt away ???
fool's gold is your world is worth real gold in a fool's world..
time for my swan song ? NOT YET.
goodbye body. i'll live with my soul.
fool's gold is your world is worth real gold in a fool's world..
time for my swan song ? NOT YET.
goodbye body. i'll live with my soul.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
twilight narrative
'twas supposed to be just another after hour saunter. after all 'twas the one thing i did as religiously as the dead. every night i moved to the werewolf's call under the moon lit sky. it wasn't hypnosis or halucination... it wasn't a trance; nor was it transcendental by any means... 'twas just a case of bliss by oblivion; a syndrome caused when -OH > H2O. Nothing was different today.... not yet... that would change though; tonight. when the insomniac in me woke up from a power wink, my bloodshot eyes were staring at a door. that was normal. There were termites but they dated back way beyond the oldest file archived in my memory. They seemed to be playing host to visitors and/or friends, the maggots. way not to be clanish, i thought. i didn't want to wreck the party but i had to go on with my compulsive jaunt. i pushed the door but it wouldn't budge. pushed harder and dirt sprinkled down the crack. kicked harder and more dirt came pouring down.
i fought my way out of solitary confinement. floated through the misty darkness. i should have been here yesterday but it felt like it has been ages. the monsoons made the woods dense. the undergrowth was thick. that didnt stop me from gathering some remnant memories though. but in wake of my daily jaunts, there seemed to none. no wake that is. this couldn't be a dream. it's too true to be one. but then it's not like how i remember it either. i sat on the cold stone by the little girl's grave. it was colder than usual. like it had died the last time i left. i usually liked the calm here but today the silence was deafening. too much had changed too fast. i wasn't ready for this bargain and i had to head back to the only other place i knew; the place i came from. i found my way to my tomb. a familiar epitaph with an epithet blurred by the sands of time. a few words stood out though. love. tons. loads. more. i looked at who lay beside me and then, i wished to die again...
i fought my way out of solitary confinement. floated through the misty darkness. i should have been here yesterday but it felt like it has been ages. the monsoons made the woods dense. the undergrowth was thick. that didnt stop me from gathering some remnant memories though. but in wake of my daily jaunts, there seemed to none. no wake that is. this couldn't be a dream. it's too true to be one. but then it's not like how i remember it either. i sat on the cold stone by the little girl's grave. it was colder than usual. like it had died the last time i left. i usually liked the calm here but today the silence was deafening. too much had changed too fast. i wasn't ready for this bargain and i had to head back to the only other place i knew; the place i came from. i found my way to my tomb. a familiar epitaph with an epithet blurred by the sands of time. a few words stood out though. love. tons. loads. more. i looked at who lay beside me and then, i wished to die again...
Friday, September 01, 2006
bas ek pal hi mila tha jeene ke liye
dekh unhein hanste, hum bhi muskuraliye
wahi pal mein hum ek dastaan likh gaye
dil mein unki apni pehchaan chod gaye...
ek andhiyaari raat ko roshan karne ke liye
kisi jugnoo ki tarah hum jalte chale gaye
ek pal ka aashiyaan dhoondhne jab chale
bhatakti raahon mein khote chale gaye...
phir ek titli ke dikhaye raah pe chal diye
baharon mein khushiyan batorte chale gaye
karz rahi yeh khushiyan jeewan bhar ke liye
lutate rahe apni jaan, woh chukta karne ke liye.
dekh unhein hanste, hum bhi muskuraliye
wahi pal mein hum ek dastaan likh gaye
dil mein unki apni pehchaan chod gaye...
ek andhiyaari raat ko roshan karne ke liye
kisi jugnoo ki tarah hum jalte chale gaye
ek pal ka aashiyaan dhoondhne jab chale
bhatakti raahon mein khote chale gaye...
phir ek titli ke dikhaye raah pe chal diye
baharon mein khushiyan batorte chale gaye
karz rahi yeh khushiyan jeewan bhar ke liye
lutate rahe apni jaan, woh chukta karne ke liye.
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Thursday, August 24, 2006
... adrift ....
Lost in a land, my very own,
where skys are blessed with a bleeding heart,
gentle shower - sweet rain,
washes tears, purges pain...
a scent of dust, very well known,
brings back memories, random darts,
while in agony with a shooting pain,
rainbow hues in the evening sky,
with a new lease of life, they save the day...
They then give way to a clear night sky,
where the moon rules in haloed ways,
and angels play with shooting stars,
a second at a time the clock ticks away...
scarlet red dawn ushers a new day,
alarm dings, reality stings,
dreamy eyed i wake up,
lost in a world my very own...
where skys are blessed with a bleeding heart,
gentle shower - sweet rain,
washes tears, purges pain...
a scent of dust, very well known,
brings back memories, random darts,
while in agony with a shooting pain,
rainbow hues in the evening sky,
with a new lease of life, they save the day...
They then give way to a clear night sky,
where the moon rules in haloed ways,
and angels play with shooting stars,
a second at a time the clock ticks away...
scarlet red dawn ushers a new day,
alarm dings, reality stings,
dreamy eyed i wake up,
lost in a world my very own...
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Hate Me
A gush of sudden emotion
has flash floods in my head,
a prairie of Capgras delusions
and memories' sanctuary dead...
but every one of your words echoes
as dreams die a screaming death,
but i refuse to share my woes
even as i cry tears of blood...
and all i can ever think is...
if you hate me today... ???
will you hate me tomorrow... ???
is it the only way to see what's good for you ???
All you wanted is a li'l peace
and a kiss that could hardly tell,
It is I who wanted more space
and with beaming pride i swelled...
but you did put it up in my face
when you cast love's last spell
its now an open-n-shut case
and yes, i've been felled...
and all i can ever think is...
if you hate me today... ???
will you hate me tomorrow... ???
is it the only way to see what's good for you ???
Now i burn in compunction
and you remain chary of my word,
i dont ask for compassion,
i thank your suicidal hate...
i'm waging battles with self
'n i shall never return...
for one last time i thank your help
and that smile lingers around every turn...
And all i ask for you is to...
"Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you...
Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you..."
has flash floods in my head,
a prairie of Capgras delusions
and memories' sanctuary dead...
but every one of your words echoes
as dreams die a screaming death,
but i refuse to share my woes
even as i cry tears of blood...
and all i can ever think is...
if you hate me today... ???
will you hate me tomorrow... ???
is it the only way to see what's good for you ???
All you wanted is a li'l peace
and a kiss that could hardly tell,
It is I who wanted more space
and with beaming pride i swelled...
but you did put it up in my face
when you cast love's last spell
its now an open-n-shut case
and yes, i've been felled...
and all i can ever think is...
if you hate me today... ???
will you hate me tomorrow... ???
is it the only way to see what's good for you ???
Now i burn in compunction
and you remain chary of my word,
i dont ask for compassion,
i thank your suicidal hate...
i'm waging battles with self
'n i shall never return...
for one last time i thank your help
and that smile lingers around every turn...
And all i ask for you is to...
"Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you...
Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you..."
Friday, August 04, 2006
Extemporary
Lemontree got me by the scuff of the collar. There's a job to be done. A tag. So let me just get to the fun part extemporaneously.
i am thinking about...
november, a silver jag, a drive, a song, a walk, a hike, sky diving, white water rafting and a lot more with carpe diem-ish enthusiasm.
i said...
smart aleck stuff which has gotten me into a lot of trouble.
i want to...
fly kites and crash them into planes.
i wish...
for the anti-being/article/instance of what i really want.
i hear...
hymns in the dark, whispers in daylight, and the kettle drum roll before all "bada booms".
i wonder...
how people don't get tired of themselves. I've had enough of me; I want to swap souls. I also wonder if all dogs bark in the same language.
i regret...
not being opportunistic.
i am...
an important cog in a system of Gods.
i dance...
as well as anyone can with two left feet and two right hands.
i sing...
to put myself to sleep and to keep my brother awake.
i cry...
crocodile tears to pull off a shenanigan.
i am not always...
sarcastic, curt and snobbish.
i make with my hands...
a couple of shadow puppets, bad cracking noises and sad attempts at sand castles.
i write...
in spurts. With my fingers on the keyboard, i type till i have to think again. Thats when i stop.
i confuse...
people around me. Its fun to keep 'em guessing.
i need…
some favorable synergy happening to get all that i've ever wanted in my life. I need to hear a voice to get me thru' each day. I need to sense a giggle to keep me smiling. I need to work a few things out in a hurry.
I tag.......
Anu Russell
Swathi
M (tread softly upon)
Isis Panthea
Fosix
Second Wind
Truth Fairy
Neha.
Pleeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaase oblige. :)
i am thinking about...
november, a silver jag, a drive, a song, a walk, a hike, sky diving, white water rafting and a lot more with carpe diem-ish enthusiasm.
i said...
smart aleck stuff which has gotten me into a lot of trouble.
i want to...
fly kites and crash them into planes.
i wish...
for the anti-being/article/instance of what i really want.
i hear...
hymns in the dark, whispers in daylight, and the kettle drum roll before all "bada booms".
i wonder...
how people don't get tired of themselves. I've had enough of me; I want to swap souls. I also wonder if all dogs bark in the same language.
i regret...
not being opportunistic.
i am...
an important cog in a system of Gods.
i dance...
as well as anyone can with two left feet and two right hands.
i sing...
to put myself to sleep and to keep my brother awake.
i cry...
crocodile tears to pull off a shenanigan.
i am not always...
sarcastic, curt and snobbish.
i make with my hands...
a couple of shadow puppets, bad cracking noises and sad attempts at sand castles.
i write...
in spurts. With my fingers on the keyboard, i type till i have to think again. Thats when i stop.
i confuse...
people around me. Its fun to keep 'em guessing.
i need…
some favorable synergy happening to get all that i've ever wanted in my life. I need to hear a voice to get me thru' each day. I need to sense a giggle to keep me smiling. I need to work a few things out in a hurry.
I tag.......
Anu Russell
Swathi
M (tread softly upon)
Isis Panthea
Fosix
Second Wind
Truth Fairy
Neha.
Pleeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaase oblige. :)
Monday, July 31, 2006
... and that is how my seconds unfold...
I loved my poison,
i loved it sweet...
what's lost is forgotten
in a heartbeat...
The second scent
is only a whiff
the second shot
is but a chance
the second glance
is a final twist
to a tale as hazy
as morning mist.
the second word
does the trick
you need no sword
when words prick...
my second wish
is death's kiss
to all my dish
that went amiss...
my second turn
at an awaited tryst
guarantees an ending
so very crisp.
PS: and that is post # 100 :)
i loved it sweet...
what's lost is forgotten
in a heartbeat...
The second scent
is only a whiff
the second shot
is but a chance
the second glance
is a final twist
to a tale as hazy
as morning mist.
the second word
does the trick
you need no sword
when words prick...
my second wish
is death's kiss
to all my dish
that went amiss...
my second turn
at an awaited tryst
guarantees an ending
so very crisp.
PS: and that is post # 100 :)
Sunday, July 23, 2006
topsy-turvy
who's to say what's top and bottom,
i'm'na turn the whole thing upside down,
tonight my imagination catches flight
and there's no stopping curiosity...
who's to differentiate right from wrong,
i'm'na turn ur perspective around,
my sight chases a distant kite,
just as my flight catches wind...
who's to say what's done can't be undone,
i'm'na flip the hourglass around,
my sails catch the westward wind,
one glide is all it takes to rediscover time...
who's to say what's whack; what's not,
counter spin your brain around,
u'll see that tizzy is the state to be,
to be high and floating around cloud nine...
who's to say what's noise from sound,
i'm'na tune u to mother nature's song,
give your brains the needed wings,
be an aide to my quest for abstraction...
who's to say what's beautiful; what's not
i'm'na turn the fish bowl around,
what you see bottom-up,
is the truth unknown top-down...
i'm'na turn the whole thing upside down,
tonight my imagination catches flight
and there's no stopping curiosity...
who's to differentiate right from wrong,
i'm'na turn ur perspective around,
my sight chases a distant kite,
just as my flight catches wind...
who's to say what's done can't be undone,
i'm'na flip the hourglass around,
my sails catch the westward wind,
one glide is all it takes to rediscover time...
who's to say what's whack; what's not,
counter spin your brain around,
u'll see that tizzy is the state to be,
to be high and floating around cloud nine...
who's to say what's noise from sound,
i'm'na tune u to mother nature's song,
give your brains the needed wings,
be an aide to my quest for abstraction...
who's to say what's beautiful; what's not
i'm'na turn the fish bowl around,
what you see bottom-up,
is the truth unknown top-down...
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Weirdo !!! Me ??? Really ???
The princess is looking for a few chuckles, i suppose. I shall not challenge her autocracy and for the lack of other choice, i choose to be complaisant. According to her wish or as are the rules of the tag, I will list 5 POSSIBLE instances of quirky behavior / weirdness intrinsic to being me. Fortunately for me though, i am plentifully equipped with irregular brain cells and a copious abundance of bizarreness flows in my arteries and veins. So, here we go...
1, The digital volumo-meter on any audio-visual device at my place has to read one of the following levels. {2, 8, 16, 22, 28}. 13 might sometimes be an allowed level. If the sound is too hard on my ears or hard to hear, i'll bring in an amplifier with analog tuning capabilities, but the numbers have to stick.
2, I have a constant feeling of deja vu. I feel like i have dreamt a lot of things happening to me. It's like i'm living a dream. The bad kind.
3, My mom says that as a li'l kid, tearing a newspaper was my favorite activity. These days, tearing my own junk mail is. It's an art. To have perfectly alligned edges overlap is sooo satisfying... However, my favorite part is the music. Yes, the sound of tearing paper is music to my ears.
4, I have a constant itch. An itch to re-arrange the planets in the solar system in the order of growing radii. Besides, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus and Neputne have no business having 63, 47, 27 and 13 moons respectively.
5. So, i'm not as obsessive about dental hygiene as some of my other buds are, but i do like having white teeth... I brush my teeth in 8 different angles and clock or count-down the time i spend at each.
Guess that does it... LOL, it hardly took any time... Pardon my pseudo-existence and before i drift back into oblivion, here'z the guys i pass the baton to...
Pranky
Second Wind
Isis Panthea
Fosix
Anu Russell
Anu
AMUSE ME !
1, The digital volumo-meter on any audio-visual device at my place has to read one of the following levels. {2, 8, 16, 22, 28}. 13 might sometimes be an allowed level. If the sound is too hard on my ears or hard to hear, i'll bring in an amplifier with analog tuning capabilities, but the numbers have to stick.
2, I have a constant feeling of deja vu. I feel like i have dreamt a lot of things happening to me. It's like i'm living a dream. The bad kind.
3, My mom says that as a li'l kid, tearing a newspaper was my favorite activity. These days, tearing my own junk mail is. It's an art. To have perfectly alligned edges overlap is sooo satisfying... However, my favorite part is the music. Yes, the sound of tearing paper is music to my ears.
4, I have a constant itch. An itch to re-arrange the planets in the solar system in the order of growing radii. Besides, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus and Neputne have no business having 63, 47, 27 and 13 moons respectively.
5. So, i'm not as obsessive about dental hygiene as some of my other buds are, but i do like having white teeth... I brush my teeth in 8 different angles and clock or count-down the time i spend at each.
Guess that does it... LOL, it hardly took any time... Pardon my pseudo-existence and before i drift back into oblivion, here'z the guys i pass the baton to...
Pranky
Second Wind
Isis Panthea
Fosix
Anu Russell
Anu
AMUSE ME !
Thursday, June 22, 2006
ekla chalo
'twas then the time to make amends
and work on terms of endearment,
but you lived on an enchanted dream,
bothered not of love forlorn.
now is my time to walk alone,
show me not your compassion;
in my head a requiem drones,
as i tread my path to perdition.
and work on terms of endearment,
but you lived on an enchanted dream,
bothered not of love forlorn.
now is my time to walk alone,
show me not your compassion;
in my head a requiem drones,
as i tread my path to perdition.
... ... ...
Future beckons. It does. Every single day, I'm bombarded with emails from the future. Here's proof ^ ^Look at the date on the far right. The emails are all written in UULFAC. UULFAC stands for Unified Universal Language of Funny Alphanumeric Characters. Apparently, the language will be invented by ME two years from now (June 21, 2008). The omnipotent language will be invented so as to enable people, computers, zombies, gizmos and altoids to speak the same language. Yes, citrus altoids and tangerine sours will also speak the same language. Anywho, according to the emails, i am no longer alive in 2038. The world happens to be in dire straits and help is needed from the most fertile brains that have ever existed, and hence the deluge of emails. So fellas, I'll be gone a while. I'm off to the future and when i'm back, i shall have a lot more answers and a lot more to write about. Mr. Bombastic is on fire, isn't he ? ;) So long then. Behave.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
fine wine takes time...
I've been wanting to write for a while now... It's not that i have nothing to write (or for that matter set right) nor do i have a revelation to make, but there is too much of the gloom-n-doom flu going around and i feel like my own mood partakes and exudes such negative vibe that i'd be better off sparing my readers worldwide... Not really, but that is as much as an excuse i could concoct without having to malign anonymous google searchers who find their way here.
Speaking of cussing, i've been honing my skills... I watched "Yo Momma" over the weekend. Y'know the show where the contestants are rewarded for churning out slanderous filth. The winner came up with a masterpiece; "Yo Momma is so fat, Jesus can't lift her soul". I think it's witty, hilarious and it's got the zing...
Anywho, on a totally unrelated note, this blog completes 1 year of existence. Though it's used a face lift or two and has been re-christened from the original "Neurotic Rumble" to "Yakety-Yak" to the current "Moon's Croon" (which i think i will keep for life), it has survived the test of time... And if a priori behavioral analysis bears any guesstimative capabilities, then it means that barring any jinx or untoward incidents, posts here will continue to rattle middle earth like a semi-dormant-semi-active volcano.
Wishing y'all peace and prosperity.
Speaking of cussing, i've been honing my skills... I watched "Yo Momma" over the weekend. Y'know the show where the contestants are rewarded for churning out slanderous filth. The winner came up with a masterpiece; "Yo Momma is so fat, Jesus can't lift her soul". I think it's witty, hilarious and it's got the zing...
Anywho, on a totally unrelated note, this blog completes 1 year of existence. Though it's used a face lift or two and has been re-christened from the original "Neurotic Rumble" to "Yakety-Yak" to the current "Moon's Croon" (which i think i will keep for life), it has survived the test of time... And if a priori behavioral analysis bears any guesstimative capabilities, then it means that barring any jinx or untoward incidents, posts here will continue to rattle middle earth like a semi-dormant-semi-active volcano.
Wishing y'all peace and prosperity.
PS: I'm also close to the 100 post count.. COOL.
Monday, May 29, 2006
Irony strikes
Missing conspicuously
is good morning sunshine;
One estranged soul
is sweating like a swine;
Blurred by tears
is a glimpse of his smile,
The art of deceit,
done with such guile.
Thus first met my body and soul,
endeavored towards a concurrent goal...
Born was I, on this very day,
it must've been a new-moon day...
Unlike today, a no-moon day,
i've died a thousand deaths today.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
is good morning sunshine;
One estranged soul
is sweating like a swine;
Blurred by tears
is a glimpse of his smile,
The art of deceit,
done with such guile.
Thus first met my body and soul,
endeavored towards a concurrent goal...
Born was I, on this very day,
it must've been a new-moon day...
Unlike today, a no-moon day,
i've died a thousand deaths today.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Scars from the past ...
Anu seems to have recently chronicled a few accidents she was involved in; and to my freaky surprise, one of the accidents happens to be eerily similar. Ever since, I've wanted to do a post commemorating a couple of accidents that left behind some bodily memorabilia. Before i start, let me just preface the episodes to follow by saying that i grew up like most normal boys, with a penchant for speed, thrill and risk taking... and also, a boy always gotta do what he gotta do...
Sope, look deep into the 32-bit color screen that you have and imagine that we have a black-n-white helix spiraling into the unknown and merging into a peppered dark sky and slowly but gradually the focus shifts to life set in a sepia tone.... and ta-daaaaa.... you've just traversed through time in a very doordarshan-istic style and rolled back 6 years on your calendar...
Episode 1: Shaken, not stirred.
On one not-so-beautiful summer afternoon, it so happens that i am in a hurry to get home to meet my uncle who just arrived from a very foriegn land called the United States of America... So far, I'd made it to Tarnaka all the way from college, already having travelled 25+ km... Just one last bus and 2.5 km more to get home... Having been through all the dhakka-mukki in the sweltering summer heat, i decided to take a gamble and board a running bus at the cross-section instead of waiting at the bus stand which was insanely crowded... I get to the cross-section and just as I position myself about 20 m from it, i see an approaching bus. It was unusually empty for that time of the day !!! After double-checking the number on the bus, i just take it that it is a "God-send" and I go for it... I start running, get to the speed of the bus as the back entrance of the bus is just beside me and then it's one last easy jump onto the bus... Perfect boarding, and why not ??? I had 6 -7 years of experience doing it... I occupy a window seat, and just as i take off my college bagpack, i notice that everybody is staring at me, and that the conductor was a lady. One more look around and i knew i was on the wrong bus; I was on a ladies-only bus. I'd heard horror stories of men being beaten for having boarded such buses and i was embarassed as it is.... soooo, i mumbled something like "oh! sorry" and dashed for the exit even as the conductor was explaining that i could get off at the next stop. The bus was still catching speed and i felt like i could get off... I made the jump, with perfect landing mechanics and it was all good. ALMOST. The tail end of my bag's shoulder strap got caught somewhere on the bus and i literally got yanked by the shoulder and was dragged for a good 10 feet or so... Luckily, the strap gave way and i landed on my back cushoned by my backpack but i couldnt avoid a thud to my head... I've been an eda ever since... I went home in torn jeans with a ragged backpack, somewhat bruised, somewhat shaken and somewhat thankful that the white Ambassador car behind breaked just short of my legs....
Sope, look deep into the 32-bit color screen that you have and imagine that we have a black-n-white helix spiraling into the unknown and merging into a peppered dark sky and slowly but gradually the focus shifts to life set in a sepia tone.... and ta-daaaaa.... you've just traversed through time in a very doordarshan-istic style and rolled back 6 years on your calendar...
Episode 1: Shaken, not stirred.
On one not-so-beautiful summer afternoon, it so happens that i am in a hurry to get home to meet my uncle who just arrived from a very foriegn land called the United States of America... So far, I'd made it to Tarnaka all the way from college, already having travelled 25+ km... Just one last bus and 2.5 km more to get home... Having been through all the dhakka-mukki in the sweltering summer heat, i decided to take a gamble and board a running bus at the cross-section instead of waiting at the bus stand which was insanely crowded... I get to the cross-section and just as I position myself about 20 m from it, i see an approaching bus. It was unusually empty for that time of the day !!! After double-checking the number on the bus, i just take it that it is a "God-send" and I go for it... I start running, get to the speed of the bus as the back entrance of the bus is just beside me and then it's one last easy jump onto the bus... Perfect boarding, and why not ??? I had 6 -7 years of experience doing it... I occupy a window seat, and just as i take off my college bagpack, i notice that everybody is staring at me, and that the conductor was a lady. One more look around and i knew i was on the wrong bus; I was on a ladies-only bus. I'd heard horror stories of men being beaten for having boarded such buses and i was embarassed as it is.... soooo, i mumbled something like "oh! sorry" and dashed for the exit even as the conductor was explaining that i could get off at the next stop. The bus was still catching speed and i felt like i could get off... I made the jump, with perfect landing mechanics and it was all good. ALMOST. The tail end of my bag's shoulder strap got caught somewhere on the bus and i literally got yanked by the shoulder and was dragged for a good 10 feet or so... Luckily, the strap gave way and i landed on my back cushoned by my backpack but i couldnt avoid a thud to my head... I've been an eda ever since... I went home in torn jeans with a ragged backpack, somewhat bruised, somewhat shaken and somewhat thankful that the white Ambassador car behind breaked just short of my legs....
Episode 2: Sculpting secrets.
Shifting to darker sepia tones, enough to chip and chisel another year-or-so off of the calendar, this incident happened just after my engineering entrance examination. My friend and I decided to visit another friend who'd just shifted from Hyderabad to Guntur... Our trip was great fun and so was the ride back... We'd get off the train at every station, get something to eat or spend time at the book stall or talk to the beggars (which was a favorite group activity) or just look around and get back onboard just as the train got rolling... Just as Sec'bad station was around the corner, we guys decided to get off the train running... Getting off closer to the first exit would make it easier to get to the bus-station; besides, we guys got off moving buses every day and this was no different. ACTUALLY NOT. The differences are
- The train is usually moving faster than you think it is.
- The platform was on the train's right side, thus necessitating an awkward right foot landing. (The bus' exit is usually on the left side and thus the norm is usually a left foot landing).
- The platforms apparently do not provide the same traction that the roads provide, and
- We guys were carrying huge 30 lb bagpacks...
Anyway, I was the first to take the jump. First, it seemed like the land had given way the instant i hit the platform and second, the momentum made me fall foward and then the land appreared out of nowhere... On the whole i landed on my behind and did an ass-skate for a good 20 feet at the very least... It was the best ass grinding experience ever, and is the secret behind my shapely heinie. The only scary part was that i was dangerously close to the tracks and could have either easily slipped into the gap between the platform and the train or have been hit by the trains steps... However, i escaped with a lot of scratches, bruises and a red hot arse, PUN VERY INTENDED. My friend did the smart thing and got off further down the platform after the train slowed down and came back trotting to check on me.
Episode 3: Dead man walking.
Tearing a bigger hole into the space-time continuum, let's leap another 18 odd months into the past... Those were my days in junior college (11th/12th grade)... Those were my long hair days... Those were the "you look a lot like the singer Shaan" compliment(???) days... and that was precisely the reason i was growing my hair... I liked Shaan and i did like this tanha dil look... Those were also the 2-years of hell a.k.a IIT grind, which i chose to put myself through... Days started as early as 5 am and ended no earlier than 1 am, weekends or holidays being no exception... 5 mins of doing nothing was a big change and made big difference to the regimen... Regular classes, tutorials, study, assignments, tests and travel took up atleast 18 hours of the day...
Anywhoo, while that was a digression, it provides some necessary background to the singlemost scariest of accidentsi was ever involved in. Once again, on a not-so-beautiful summer afternoon set in darker sepia tones this time, i happen to be waiting at the bus-stop at Narayanguda. An old friend from my under-14 cricket league days appeared (as a "God-send") on his new Hero-Puch and offered to drop me home... We were on the Jamai Osmania University road going towards Tarnaka. Those days, this was the single lane University bypass road. A bus overladen way beyond suggested occupancy pushed us off the road onto the unpaved bumpy sidepath which as it is was a little lower than the road level. K tried to get back onto the road as soon as the bus overtook us but because of the level difference, the tire couldnt climb the step, the handle bar twisted and the vehicle skid.... The Hero-puch skid towards a deep ditch nearby, so K and I had to jump. The Puch landed in the ditch, K ended on the sidepath cushioned by my legs, and i ended flat on the ground, chest and head on the road and the lower body on the sidepath...