For quite sometime, I realize most of what I write makes zilch sense when I come back and read the same. It's momentary rantings made caustic by daily happenings that last for a few hours and which needs immediate catharsis. and hence the rant. Quite stupid.
Today I took off from work on a whim. Just to feel what a mid-week holiday feels like. Cant quite tell you it feels like heaven. Not even close. It was drab and boring and I spent most of it sleeping away. The only worthwhile highlight of the day being I took out my car for a spin, and drove all the way to my bro's place and got to play with my nephew. And Yes I finally got those potted plants that I been longing for ages now. Now the house shall see more green!
Did I tell you, I got these Voodoo dolls, a pair of them on my study table ? I got them in 2002. I still retain them, but sadly one of them porcelain dark grey dolls broke. and guess which one? The one with the crying face! Wonder if God's giving me hints :) Grin!!
Peace out. I shall get back to Deadhouse Gates, I think the longest I've ever taken to finish a book, it's fantastically gripping and yet I'm not able to finish the same!!
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Before it's too late
One of my friends, Ms.Psycho-Babble happened to describe me thus;
"You seem to be happy, but you know, somewhere you always have that tragic aura around you!"
Hold on before it's too late. I am searching for the truth, wandering among the fiction. I don't know why it sends me scuttling for cover each time someone tries to figure me out inside. It's sacrilege to scurry into the stygian depths of my mind, people don't read hints. It's amazing some hurts never mend. Even when I think I'm the newt with new skin, the scars burn up. Damn!
Okay, enough of mindless meandering.
For now, We do the following:
1. We focus on the book, Jake and Alice and the rest of the Guntotters.
2. We enjoy sights of Megan Fox scampering around in skimpy dresses and wait fervently for the next installments of Autobots and T-101's.
3. We eagerly wait for good friends come down from all corners of the globe to make your life happy!! GRIN!
4. We plan trips to exotic locales.
5. We thrive on mind numbingly kick-ass music.
And who knows, this could still be real world we enjoy. Shadows burn, but I don't care. Somewhere I know, that I'm not all alone. This bated breath I hold, willing my lungs not to explode. I walk to the edge and wait for those purple liveried clouds to come take me away.
"This too shall pass" - Psychobabble.
"You seem to be happy, but you know, somewhere you always have that tragic aura around you!"
Hold on before it's too late. I am searching for the truth, wandering among the fiction. I don't know why it sends me scuttling for cover each time someone tries to figure me out inside. It's sacrilege to scurry into the stygian depths of my mind, people don't read hints. It's amazing some hurts never mend. Even when I think I'm the newt with new skin, the scars burn up. Damn!
Okay, enough of mindless meandering.
For now, We do the following:
1. We focus on the book, Jake and Alice and the rest of the Guntotters.
2. We enjoy sights of Megan Fox scampering around in skimpy dresses and wait fervently for the next installments of Autobots and T-101's.
3. We eagerly wait for good friends come down from all corners of the globe to make your life happy!! GRIN!
4. We plan trips to exotic locales.
5. We thrive on mind numbingly kick-ass music.
And who knows, this could still be real world we enjoy. Shadows burn, but I don't care. Somewhere I know, that I'm not all alone. This bated breath I hold, willing my lungs not to explode. I walk to the edge and wait for those purple liveried clouds to come take me away.
"This too shall pass" - Psychobabble.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Budday Buddy
To M.
He turns 27 today. My oldest friend, and amazingly still my best friend. One of the craziest louts in the world who’s stood by me through thick and thin. One who dared to follow his dream while I deterred from that path. A self made person, who’s been defying all the odds to still stick to it and yet have that sparkle in his eyes.
We grew up together, having known each other from Class II. He shares all the bad qualities with me (being the quintessential Gemini, and yet being far removed from that star sign!) and like me, has undergone lotta ups and downs in life that’s embittered him and yet left him tempered and strong. Among others, a painful heartbreak ( I told ye, he’s a mirror image of mine in a lot of ways) and a struggling career yet to hit the accelerator, but am sure he’s gonna hit it big. Doctor by profession (The first in my friends’ circle and the only one that I think I need! Ahem maybe the second, if the girl I get hitched to turns out to be one of those hapless doctors. Grin!), he’s passionate about cutting up people. And vows to learn everything about the intricacies of the human anatomy. In spite of being the drop-dead handsome hunk, he still hasn’t hitched up after the heartbreak ( I told you, he’s a mirror image yet again!) and of late, studies from day break until night fall, straight 16 hours a day. I have personally never seen a diligently crazier persistent fellow, and I sincerely pray, he cracks his dreams this time around.
To M. For being the man he is. Half of what I can only aspire to be.
To the best of friendship. All those rare binge sessions we’ve had, blitzed out of our skulls on fire and water, the times spent on Kottakunnu gazing at nothing but the clouds, the science institute classes, the ‘chakkars’ at School and lots more to come.
Dude, You the Man!! Happy Budday Buddy.
He turns 27 today. My oldest friend, and amazingly still my best friend. One of the craziest louts in the world who’s stood by me through thick and thin. One who dared to follow his dream while I deterred from that path. A self made person, who’s been defying all the odds to still stick to it and yet have that sparkle in his eyes.
We grew up together, having known each other from Class II. He shares all the bad qualities with me (being the quintessential Gemini, and yet being far removed from that star sign!) and like me, has undergone lotta ups and downs in life that’s embittered him and yet left him tempered and strong. Among others, a painful heartbreak ( I told ye, he’s a mirror image of mine in a lot of ways) and a struggling career yet to hit the accelerator, but am sure he’s gonna hit it big. Doctor by profession (The first in my friends’ circle and the only one that I think I need! Ahem maybe the second, if the girl I get hitched to turns out to be one of those hapless doctors. Grin!), he’s passionate about cutting up people. And vows to learn everything about the intricacies of the human anatomy. In spite of being the drop-dead handsome hunk, he still hasn’t hitched up after the heartbreak ( I told you, he’s a mirror image yet again!) and of late, studies from day break until night fall, straight 16 hours a day. I have personally never seen a diligently crazier persistent fellow, and I sincerely pray, he cracks his dreams this time around.
To M. For being the man he is. Half of what I can only aspire to be.
To the best of friendship. All those rare binge sessions we’ve had, blitzed out of our skulls on fire and water, the times spent on Kottakunnu gazing at nothing but the clouds, the science institute classes, the ‘chakkars’ at School and lots more to come.
Dude, You the Man!! Happy Budday Buddy.
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