what really matters in life are things ,dominantly considered as inane,needless,trivial,insignificant and immaterial in the so called 'real world'.'the real world' is an often misused,abused and reused word in d vocabulary of unerring parents.
'parents' constitute an integral part of existence,especially for those who live with them. Time , since after the 7 days of creation, has borne testimony to the fact that things often considered useless by parents acquire an uncanny importance in the life of children.in the life of 'us'.
moving away from conjectures, a few examples shall fruitfully elucidate my implications.
1) ordering honey chicken on phone. recieving chilli chicken . turns out the specificity of the 'type' got lost in translation.lost in translation when word was passed to mom, from mom to dad and from dad to the fast food guy at d other end of the phone. your protests are supressed with a '' what the hell does it matter really..'' . pfffbttt!
2)listening to Keane and floyd during breakfast.its a prescriptive must for me. supplies me with 'extra nutrients'. soft headbanging and various other types of twists and nods are met with amused glares. mom speaks more when my headphones are jammed in my ears.she confessed it is done deliberately.
3) extremely bitter coffee. cannot consume coffee in any other way. when self service can be avoided, mom volunteers. coffee with extra dollops of sugar is handed over to me.till then its fine. the cup is lifted subtely and i tilt the contents absentmindedly into my mouth. shock. splutter. disgust. An absolute refusal to continue.Mom shoots back. ''its coffee all d same, have it or leave it,u r NOT gettin another cup..'' .compelled by a lethargic existence, and a morning that just began..i consume.
4) a new handset. my nokia 2600 has started supplying me with an ancient aura. it is used meekly and slyly with blackberries,N92s, motorazors thronging the world around me.i feel old.very old.parents fail to empathize. they dont see the point on my shamestruck face after misplacing a v3i. they dont c how ''accidents can just happen''. sigh.
Friday, March 30, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
GO ON ..READ
If you come to think about it, most people regard all girls institutions with disdain...specially girls who aint part of it already or are at the brink of joining 'em.. you know how the common argument runs..''girls are majorly bitchy and have these stupid wiles about them..blah blah...''
dipshit i say..n well u better take it from me cos i belong to an all girls' ..hehe
ill admit on my first day of college..i was a bunch of nerves man..biting nails and all that(on a symbolic level)..in my entire life ive held a record for never likin girls too much n well, never being liked by them either .. so well..err..u can imagine how it mustve felt to be flung into a mass of x chromosome.. BUT a few days into this place n i discovered i was havin an awesome time man...like fun at its funnest !!
lets c wat all helped:
1) man u can wear whatever you want.no compunctions, no awkward moments wid guys gaping with their mouths half open...and what relief to b clad in shorts during the scorchy humid summer days... not to forget hopping about n jumping and gettin soaked in rain , enjoying every bit of it...running around, slapping each other hard on the back,doing awkward stunts in middle of the college without caring two hoots.. !
2)lets face it, a lotta girls havta repress what they really wanna be when guys are around lest they be..err..labelled. BUT THIS JUST DOES NOT HAPPEN HERE!!!
3)girl girl bonding.also known as homosocial bonding.often mistaken with homosexual bonding. So well you discover the line between the two and can spend the rest of your lives on that line havin a ball...of course u can spill into either side if you want ... believe it or not(its almost like m sayin this to myself),i can now claim girls to be my best friends!! :) ( at d cost of soundin corny)
now for the specificities of some interesting individuals i met here-
1) man jhadi- also known as manjari.no specific reason why ive slotted you here. just that each day begins with her all encompassing laughter which i suspect echoes till hudson lines .. it originates, methinks ,from the bottom of the dark mysterious pit of her stomach and emanates forth with a vigour that is unsurpassed. here's to u manj !!!!!!;) LUBB YOU
2)kanupriya- her life is defined by osho's discourses n specifically the ones on sex. 'very liberating' she says.yeah well they are indeed quite,shall i say, 'enlightening'?hehe
3)naina- she is the versatilest thing ive ever come across. A part of her versatile knowledge includes knowing what the nescafe guy does behind closed doors and she loves scandalizing 'some' ppl by tellin em. Naina,temme,hows it that only u know what he does behind those doors??me thinks she cooks most of it...but then its high on entertainment value, so who cares?!
4) puja- she is 'the ladies man' , 'the sport' and 'The Rake'..she flirts well and she scares well . she scares with her karate antics. She breaks a rib or two and she laughs her triumphant laughter.if not doing this, she can be usually found loitering languidly anywhere in college,seizing harmless twits and bullying around. food is her fuel.food is all that matters anyway.
5)srimoyi- unquestionably THE quintessential intellectual.we bet she'll land up in oxford or harvard and give our lecturers somethin to think about!she almost always unfailingly makes yer intellect seem puny!! way to go Sree!!
n i can go on n on...but u get the idea right... its never ending fun to be here...to let yourself free and jus well freak out n freak d hell outta those beyond the college walls.. ;) ;)
now i think i should go n give my notes a chance to be read and act as the beacon of light for those who lay in ignorance till now.Fond reflections such as these are often a result of an existence warped by approaching exams.''Examinations fuck one.Examinations fuck all.no one dies a virgin... '' saying thus god kicked us into infernal hell ...
dipshit i say..n well u better take it from me cos i belong to an all girls' ..hehe
ill admit on my first day of college..i was a bunch of nerves man..biting nails and all that(on a symbolic level)..in my entire life ive held a record for never likin girls too much n well, never being liked by them either .. so well..err..u can imagine how it mustve felt to be flung into a mass of x chromosome.. BUT a few days into this place n i discovered i was havin an awesome time man...like fun at its funnest !!
lets c wat all helped:
1) man u can wear whatever you want.no compunctions, no awkward moments wid guys gaping with their mouths half open...and what relief to b clad in shorts during the scorchy humid summer days... not to forget hopping about n jumping and gettin soaked in rain , enjoying every bit of it...running around, slapping each other hard on the back,doing awkward stunts in middle of the college without caring two hoots.. !
2)lets face it, a lotta girls havta repress what they really wanna be when guys are around lest they be..err..labelled. BUT THIS JUST DOES NOT HAPPEN HERE!!!
3)girl girl bonding.also known as homosocial bonding.often mistaken with homosexual bonding. So well you discover the line between the two and can spend the rest of your lives on that line havin a ball...of course u can spill into either side if you want ... believe it or not(its almost like m sayin this to myself),i can now claim girls to be my best friends!! :) ( at d cost of soundin corny)
now for the specificities of some interesting individuals i met here-
1) man jhadi- also known as manjari.no specific reason why ive slotted you here. just that each day begins with her all encompassing laughter which i suspect echoes till hudson lines .. it originates, methinks ,from the bottom of the dark mysterious pit of her stomach and emanates forth with a vigour that is unsurpassed. here's to u manj !!!!!!;) LUBB YOU
2)kanupriya- her life is defined by osho's discourses n specifically the ones on sex. 'very liberating' she says.yeah well they are indeed quite,shall i say, 'enlightening'?hehe
3)naina- she is the versatilest thing ive ever come across. A part of her versatile knowledge includes knowing what the nescafe guy does behind closed doors and she loves scandalizing 'some' ppl by tellin em. Naina,temme,hows it that only u know what he does behind those doors??me thinks she cooks most of it...but then its high on entertainment value, so who cares?!
4) puja- she is 'the ladies man' , 'the sport' and 'The Rake'..she flirts well and she scares well . she scares with her karate antics. She breaks a rib or two and she laughs her triumphant laughter.if not doing this, she can be usually found loitering languidly anywhere in college,seizing harmless twits and bullying around. food is her fuel.food is all that matters anyway.
5)srimoyi- unquestionably THE quintessential intellectual.we bet she'll land up in oxford or harvard and give our lecturers somethin to think about!she almost always unfailingly makes yer intellect seem puny!! way to go Sree!!
n i can go on n on...but u get the idea right... its never ending fun to be here...to let yourself free and jus well freak out n freak d hell outta those beyond the college walls.. ;) ;)
now i think i should go n give my notes a chance to be read and act as the beacon of light for those who lay in ignorance till now.Fond reflections such as these are often a result of an existence warped by approaching exams.''Examinations fuck one.Examinations fuck all.no one dies a virgin... '' saying thus god kicked us into infernal hell ...
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
somewhere out there..
somewhere out there
among the shacks and relics of a broken existence
he stares outside the window
upon a world free..up he looks
swaying on sky high swings
he jumps and flies
his arms spread wide
he sits back on his arm chair and sighs
the guitar strings broken
a drumset torn and dusty
lying among the ruins of a long forgotten existence
amidst the waste furnished by his past
the memory of his first love flashed across his mind
in her skin tight jeans
and a loose sweater
sittin with him, swayin to dope infested reggae beats
The others languidly spread over the grass
flouting reality
reigning
reigning
they reigned
they, her ,him
they laughed
and they sang
beat their thoughts into their songs
engraved their lives into their songs
ram,vish, kay,our jay
now its him ,just him
they all went
disappeared
like ephemeral memories
leaving behind a bitter aftertaste
of their existence gone too soon
a hammock
a new guitar
his grey hair
his floral shirt
a new beginning
this time over
the stars listen
among the shacks and relics of a broken existence
he stares outside the window
upon a world free..up he looks
swaying on sky high swings
he jumps and flies
his arms spread wide
he sits back on his arm chair and sighs
the guitar strings broken
a drumset torn and dusty
lying among the ruins of a long forgotten existence
amidst the waste furnished by his past
the memory of his first love flashed across his mind
in her skin tight jeans
and a loose sweater
sittin with him, swayin to dope infested reggae beats
The others languidly spread over the grass
flouting reality
reigning
reigning
they reigned
they, her ,him
they laughed
and they sang
beat their thoughts into their songs
engraved their lives into their songs
ram,vish, kay,our jay
now its him ,just him
they all went
disappeared
like ephemeral memories
leaving behind a bitter aftertaste
of their existence gone too soon
a hammock
a new guitar
his grey hair
his floral shirt
a new beginning
this time over
the stars listen
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