Sunday, April 25, 2010

Wrote it don't know when-

Today I found a broken ring-
A rusted silver testimony
Of what once had been and no longer was.
A half written letter had I sent... ?
Flowers pressed dry swirled by
As I ruffled through the yellowed promises.
Today I found a smile
No longer wan and tight.
It cracked through the mold
That more restricted than masked,
And I can mean it now when I say,
"I am fine."

Go ahead, say it, it is very been there done that.
Okay, don't.

The things I find scribbled behind my notebooks!
I always fall for the antagonist. Not even almost always. Contrary the urge to strangle the protagonist for their sheer stupidity/impracticality/preachy-ness (Cz wrote about this recently). The bad guy also just so has 'it'. Don't ask what 'it' is. But he has it. And the other doesn't. So doesn't.
Epiphany of the day- I realized how less I knew about what I was most familiar with. Everybody does, I know, at some point. The whole taken-for-granted thingummy. But still, it surprises one.

Thursday, April 22, 2010


I don't recall going through a writer's block longer than this one seems to last. Words simply escape me. Everyone knows that feeling of having a word almost on the tip of their tongue but not quite. So you know how absolutely frustrating it is. I am experiencing that. Every 5 minutes. Soon I'll slit a nerve or simply burst a vein if this doesn't change and fast.
Normally I don't get distracted by background noises. I mean, hello, I live in CP. But, recently, infact even right now, the faintest of whispers are more than enough to completely shatter any excuse of a creative thought I might be nurturing.
Epiphanies continue, of course, but I can no longer retain them long enough to thread them into any meaningful... meaningful... thing (godarnit!).
One of which I do remember is- it is almost always a choice between being happy and being right, isn't it.
My sentences are also slowly losing grammatical coherence.

Well. That's that.

PS- GK modules being the insipid things they are, I am balancing off going through them by reading Vampire Diaries. That's it, isn't it?! The reason behind this all!!! I don't even like the 'book' (if you must call it that)! I need a life! And a beer! And a knife! And my mommy!!!

Monday, April 19, 2010

Was ill. It rained. Couldn't resist. Got drenched. Am ill-er.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

"You cannot learn a thing you think you know"
This line has haunted me ever since I heard it. The reason is lost to me.

Monday, April 12, 2010

An Error Message

Page not found.

So many years have passed since first you sought

the lands beyond the edges of the sky,

so many moons reflected in your eye,

(familiar newness, fear of leaving port),

since first you sought, and failed, and learned to fall,

(first hope, then cynicism, silent dread,

the countless stars, still counting overhead

the seconds to your final voyage of all...)

and last, in glory gold and red around

your greatest search, your final quest to know!

yet... ashes drift, the embers cease to glow,

and darkened life in frozen death is drowned;

and ashes on the swell are seen no more.

The silence surges. Error 404.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Remember the scene in K3G where Shahrukh gets off the helicopter and is running behind rotors and cars, the main focus being his legs? Do you think that was really him? Since you can't see his face, and the way he ran was very... nice, somehow. And, he being SK might not deign to unnecessarily exert himself for such a scene...?
Yes, I am weird. You should know that by now.

How about that song, Teri Or, from Singh is Kin(n)g. As a cousin pointed out, "Isn't it just every guy's dream? You know, to take a girl to this secluded place and... sing from one corner of it while she dances in the other?"

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Monday, April 5, 2010

First Day at the Gym

1. School gym teachers are angels.
2. There should be a law against misnomers.

45 minutes is all it took to deduce the above.
It has been half an hour since I came back home and I am still dizzy.
The trainer, by the way, has excellent taste in music. He can sing Highway to Hell to perfection, accent and all.
He is also quite ruthless with the stretches.

Of course, then, I have been waking up at 5:30 in the morning and going for prep classes. 4 hour long prep classes. 4 hour long with negligible break prep classes.

You see, me vacations are not turning out to be quite as relaxing as I had hoped they would be.

(I feel sick. Make the laptop stop moving!)

Saturday, April 3, 2010

My cousin is the secretary-cum-accountant for the Dramatics and Cultural Association of his college, i.e. XLRI.
They call him the Count of DraCulA.
Today I got a request on facebook to join a page about how if a particular number of people joined the page some anti-India group would be deleted. Not the first one I have received. But, now that I do have all the time (I still get a kick out of saying that :D) I ran a Google search on the key words "Hate India". Among the first few results was a blog post by a person who had received a similar request on orkut. The post I liked. The comments...  :o
Initially, I found the whole thing mildly irritating. As I scrolled further it took a hilarious turn. Then it was sheer disbelief at the complete lack of logic of any sort in the comments. I had been there for 20 minutes, I suppose, when I started wondering how long was this going to take. Only then did it hit me to glance at the scroll bar. Without exaggeration the width of the thumb was '='. I found it hard to believe that so much, and that too trash as it promised to be, could be written on the topic. (Note- the post itself was not very angst-y or "screw you, you racist scum"-ish such as to incite such response and of such tones.) I scrolled to the very end expecting the heated and highly abusive conversation to dwindle down to regular spam and adware. He. Hehe. Hehehe. Clearly, my naivety blinds me into false hope.
To the very end the tenor only worsened (after a relative slump somewhere in the 2nd quarter). It become an international affair with people from all over the globe losing there handle in very unbecoming  fashion.
There were comments from people who confessed to hate the country and love it tremendously at the same time, a feat I would have till now considered impossible. There were people who posted the same (word for word) hate-comments against each other, only replacing names of people and places. There were facts and statements and quotes being flung around (authenticity being, of course, of not much importance). There were also people who called the previous comment racist and thus found it apt to be the same themselves.
Needless to say that the more... uh... impassioned comments were all posted anonymously.
The only thing that did impress me greatly was the tone of the replies made by the author of the post. He most admirably remained the sole person who refrained from abusing and only stated his opinions in the most gentle and refined manner.
"I did not join my friends in shutting down this hate community because I think every group has the right to freedom of speech (and its consequences). I may not agree with what they say, but I would defend their right to say what they want to say. I also think that as Indians we should stop being offended by trivial issues like burning of the National flag; as long as those burning the flag import the fabric and matchsticks from India, the parents of a few children in India would be earning money (in the textile and matchstick industry) to send them to school."