Friday, December 12, 2008
>Love conquers all...including an army of angry biting ants.
>Trips and tripper should be carted along on every journey. Make very good accompaniments.
>Sitting on a plastic chair with a human leg holder is better than watching sharks turn into dolphins.
>The only thing to counter nail-biting is unfortunately, nail polish- and don't tell me to put karela juice on my fingers.
>Dal loses its flavor, So does garlic bread and yeah tadpoles do turn into frogs, very ugly frogs.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Reached Delhi airport, and just as i hugged Kurt, two reporters from Midday came up to us and asked us about the current state of security at the airport...you know, the usual stuff they ask when something big goes down. We both answered honestly, and by honestly i mean we both said that the beefed up security is exactly what it is...BEEFED. As we were ranting on, the both of us, a security guard came up to us and demanded [crudely] to know what the reporters were asking us. Strange, I thought, almost irritatedly [if that makes any sense]. I can't help but think that all this is one big parade, where everyone one just stands around showing off their pretty feathers.
However controversial this may be, i truly feel that some of us are numbed by the things we see.
We all know what media does to us, and the people I know have heard me talk about this on numerous occasion. Let me give you an example, recently i got a news update on my phone informing me of the huge death toll [children] in China, all i did was look at it and delete it, without giving it a second thought...make that: without feeling.
It happens to all of us, if that offends you, then read it as- most of us.
While i'm at it, might as well follow the gild and make everyone happy.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
The conversation went on to highlight the expense needed for their care, what surprised me however, was the way this was being discussed, 'commodity' seems like the best word to describe the person afore mentioned.
What with the hiring of people to bathe, massage and 'walk' them...
As i write this piece, i think maybe it isnt so bad, maybe i'm overreacting. This could go on to state how one should take care of their parents because they spent half their lives taking care of you, but my plea is, please treat them like humans, don't discuss how expensive it is to 'keep' them, in front of them.
For some reason, old people are assumed to have lost all senses and hence nothing you say or do is perceived by them, or so you think. Look closer and you will see the slight change in their wrinkled brow...
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Soaring their hearts,
time standing still
cliched, she thought
Hope was something she had rehearsed for a while now.
Expectancy something wasted on her.
Sitting, watching the world go by
Playing her part, playing the fool
Guilt ebbs softly around her,
She pulls away...
Yearning to explain
theories hidden behind
dusty, waiting to be pulled out at a time such as this
choking, realization hits her..
how long, she wonders,
is the wait?
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Article whodunnit states that i hve have the right to complain...and hence, i must
To my many friends, both known and unknown, wherever you may be, I submit these thoughts for your consideration. For practical reasons, I have to confine my discussion to areas that have received insufficient public attention or in which I have something new to say. Mr. Kurt Kessler Dias's dupes all look like Kurt, think like Kurt, act like Kurt, and prevent me from getting my work done, just like Kurt does. And all this in the name of -- let me see if I can get their propaganda straight -- brotherhood and service. I've got a beef with Mr. Kurt Kessler Dias. To get immediately to the point, Kurt's plans for the future are evil. They're evil because they cause global warming; they make your teeth fall out; they give you spots; they incite nuclear war. And I realize the difficulty that the average person has in coming to grips with that, but he says that he is clean and bright and pure inside. You know, he can lie as much as he wants but he can't change the facts. If he could, he'd surely prevent anyone from hearing that I, not being one of the many indelicate election-year also-rans of this world, respect the English language and believe in the use of words as a means of communication. Contemptible people like him, however, consider spoken communication as merely a set of noises uttered to excite emotions in the most indecent tyrants you'll ever see in order to convince them to deplete the ozone layer. Now for some parting advice: Look at the facts. Analyze the arguments. Think about the motives of the people who are telling you that going through the motions of working is the same as working. And have confidence in yourself. Remember, Mr. Kurt Kessler Dias's hagiographic adoration of colonialism is obviously sickening.. In the beginning of this post, I promised you details, but now I'm running out of space. So here's one detail to end with: Mr. Kurt Kessler Dias thinks there should be a law prohibiting people from saying any harsh or unkind things against him.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Today is a very special day...but i feel horrible. Its raining...coincidence?...i think not.
I think he's right about the rain theory...I think i'm right about my theories.
I think of what to wear, the gild tell me that i should wear something special... i ask "whats the the point?"
I have 40 tickets to sell...thanks to a current mindset thats driving me insane...squeezed myself out of a play production that i had absolutely no intention of directing.... bought a t shirt from a random guy just coz i didn't want to say no..
Somethings happening, and rapidly so...sinking? not the right word...
And don't even get me started on 'words'...sometimes i wish we could just dive into sign language unquestioned...just so that it could make things easier...for me.
Selfish as that may sound....isn't that the edict we're looking for?
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
March 12th and its raining...hmmm... much to a 'L's" consternation, the rain doesnt seem to stop....'the world is comin to an end' she says to her mom...
i could go on on an endless tirade about how the earth needs our help but i dont feel opinionated right now....im chilling here in my 'tree' attire listenin to dave matthews - lie in our graves....hmmm now the i write it i begin to realize how apt it is for this moment...
Beyond the squeals of women who are excited at the tiniest of occasions...i cant help but feel sad about certain things.
'L' bribes me with chocolate to clean the room...i do the cute act and get away with it...she knows it...she'll call me an ass once she reads this...
I know tomorrow i will wake up to a bemired water closet...mangled with the high pitched rendition of hindi songs...strangely enough...mehbooba tires none...hmmm
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Few things being some of the situations i was faced with or rather was in view of during my younger years.
I began to understand the workings of two people trying hard to keep together, i now am beginning to scour the soft underbelly of human relationships. What i find is that it, indeed, is complicated.