think knot

windy night

sitting by the window,i reflect..a book is open in my lap ,d black words staring back at me.. pages furiously flipping by,crying for my attention..

but i am sunk in resolute reflectiveness,thinking ..and yet not thinking..i let thoughts paint themselves on my mind without intervening..

mom..my frikin speakers dat refuse to belch out any sound...d rock cds i must return manjari by monday..isha's bizarre phonecall and her stupid attempts at bitching about kanu..nikhil nitin and their gig at d mezz..following wid nikhil's ecstatical phonecall..chicken momos..dad's promise to bring home some good bubbly for me and LA...d weird guys thronging my colony these days,creating a ruckus each evening..that lady who shouts the daylight out of us, if i and shivani laugh too loud...mann n his bogus lovelife...

the cellphone burps.1 message recieved. an -ibn update.thank godd! i thought it would be one of those anonymous senders..for d past one hour their bogus corny msgs hav been flooding my cell..

i often sink into such blank moments when thoughts assault me on their own,receding one by one..leaving no permanent impression in my mind..

i pull my lazy bums from the couch n stretch myself..

wat did i sit for anyway??i glance at the foresaken book..

fuck!! d presentation ...

oh!!

but wat d hell ill do it later..i snatch d discman 4m d bed n close my eyes to lithium...saunter off d room n descend d staircase..only 2 b attacked by mansi n shivani..one pulls off an earphone 2 stick into her ear n the other grabs hold of my cell...naural when u hav a hutch prepaid with 1500 msgs .. talk of xploitation!!