Agonizingly cold in a coastal town can leave little to imagination. You sit there, wishing it would rain or maybe never get normal again, and as soon as wishful thinking encapsulates, climate is its average self again. How do you explain? Some advantages can be blaming the increase in rum consumption on the same. It arrived with panache, you add a hint of lemon, coca cola and finish in the drink in a manner akin to having maaza with a straw. Which ingredient contributed the most can act as an eventful debate but we shall let time decide on what made impact.
Apprehension can relate to some sort of anxiety based upon an intuition that something horrid is just around the corner or of which the occurrence has been triggered. One spends night and day worried, wholly occupied by thoughts of how the other will manage, anew in this life. Nobody understands, the one for whom you worry takes it as a a negative opinion and refuses to divulge further, all the while slipping away from grasp. the rest, can hardly be worthy enough to be made to understand. I would elaborate. But I have purpose otherwise. A blanket in Bombay, when alcohol won't suffice, tepid in reckoning, this has come as a surprise. Night.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
Other Than You, Natheless.
I have always stayed away from the idea of time. I do turn up everywhere before required or asked to but somehow it is just a conscious effort and not an effort to please time of its worthiness. I also never cringe for a moment once it has passed. I'd ideally just let it go and forget it ever did occur and ideally I'd let the other know the moment was well, but then again, its not an ideal world now, is it?
In another regard, I have after long realized how technology has got the better of a 'not tech savvy' person like me. I have come to write words, disregarding their spelling and showing an utmost lack and disrespect for my paid, formal, English etc education. I patiently then type out everything, everywhere, and then just 'double press' my keypad to get the correct spelling. The convenience of life by letting the machine settle my doubt takes charge of all the past year's efforts to do better at the same. Accepting such is bigamy, in its own way. Its like eating a lizard just because you do not have a spoon to finish the rice. How much I have told myself not to try analogies.
Pining for those crucial minutes is an evidence, fulfilled. We witness our lives meandering away, coasting down a spiral river formation only to meet the sea with obtuse angles.
Rowan Atkinson is the funniest man alive. From 30 seconds of screen space to 15 minutes on stage, he can amuse my boredom with the slightest of slight efforts. Its almost like he can smell how disassociated everyone staring at him is.
Next time, I'll type out something more intelligent but this technology will get the better of me.
Pick of the day - And Then He Kissed Me.
Screeeeaaaam For Me Mumbai..! Less than a couple of weeks and I won't end up going. I just having that tinge..
O'er ze seas and far away,
archaic in sparsely clouded skies.
Whence parched oceans emerge,
athwart endlessly spread times.
Asked to move thither
stood alow. somedeal similar.
Us shalt eventually depart,
with thou upon clumsy feet.
The twain of us will not know
when left thole alone.
Mayhap us will soon realize,
with askance and thereon.
Constricted in this strait, thus
this sweven that leads us.
With this dit calculating dol
I shalt stretch, cometh pain.
Pretension to wisdom thee seek
in hist, you feign the fain.
You are the quiet on an aeroplane, The talk when I'm insane, The bridge when I'm at the sea, This isn't happening.
In another regard, I have after long realized how technology has got the better of a 'not tech savvy' person like me. I have come to write words, disregarding their spelling and showing an utmost lack and disrespect for my paid, formal, English etc education. I patiently then type out everything, everywhere, and then just 'double press' my keypad to get the correct spelling. The convenience of life by letting the machine settle my doubt takes charge of all the past year's efforts to do better at the same. Accepting such is bigamy, in its own way. Its like eating a lizard just because you do not have a spoon to finish the rice. How much I have told myself not to try analogies.
Pining for those crucial minutes is an evidence, fulfilled. We witness our lives meandering away, coasting down a spiral river formation only to meet the sea with obtuse angles.
Rowan Atkinson is the funniest man alive. From 30 seconds of screen space to 15 minutes on stage, he can amuse my boredom with the slightest of slight efforts. Its almost like he can smell how disassociated everyone staring at him is.
Next time, I'll type out something more intelligent but this technology will get the better of me.
Pick of the day - And Then He Kissed Me.
Screeeeaaaam For Me Mumbai..! Less than a couple of weeks and I won't end up going. I just having that tinge..
O'er ze seas and far away,
archaic in sparsely clouded skies.
Whence parched oceans emerge,
athwart endlessly spread times.
Asked to move thither
stood alow. somedeal similar.
Us shalt eventually depart,
with thou upon clumsy feet.
The twain of us will not know
when left thole alone.
Mayhap us will soon realize,
with askance and thereon.
Constricted in this strait, thus
this sweven that leads us.
With this dit calculating dol
I shalt stretch, cometh pain.
Pretension to wisdom thee seek
in hist, you feign the fain.
You are the quiet on an aeroplane, The talk when I'm insane, The bridge when I'm at the sea, This isn't happening.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Hung In A Bad Place..!
You can tell.
When I write, it is at times keeping in mind that I would certainly like someone to read what has been plastered with enthused generosity. It ends up, more or less, editing a lot of jargon, making it 'reader friendly' and less unassuming. And then I thought I did not care much about other's opinions. But I do not.
New Year's Eve and its preceding 3 days were unearthly. Spent the sun lying down backwards on sand, OD'd on beer, and went scrolling through the state at night. Gokarna was way more marvelous.
We ended day one after arrival doing not much else but sifting through leftovers and preparing for a 6 man bed on an empty beach. It seems pretty drab, unless I include the charming sounds of crashing waves. But then again. It was, till a certain Shane Ratman bumped into us and we did a bed surrounded by 12 candles. With dogs smelling us as we woke up to a virgin beach and an alternating sea, it was splendor. First morning steps involved entering the sea and soaking oneself and setting off on a trek to 'paradise', empty stomach. The trek had its hazards but no one died. We somehow scaled it till 'half moon beach', which was followed by spanning Indian cultural diversity in interacting and then nestling ourselves back to 'paradise' It was alright there. People stoned, not interactive, and everyone in their own world. The shoreline was rust admist the golden sand and we had our fill before a waiting human being coerced me into shifting back to commercialization the same night.
Goa, as spoken short up there, was pretty much unrelenting and be done without, sans the life. What was truly remarkable was getting numbed at midnight and riding up North state to Arambhol beach. And discovering the 'sweet salty' lake. Now a lot of folk have told me since that they have been there and nothing new, but it was quite the adventure. 5 of us treaded through literal boredom and scared nerves as we made our way through empty shacks all spread out in linear fashion on the right of the beach. At the end, we ascended 6 steps that took us into a mountain and the eventuality resulted in sitting alone on a piece of land, surrounded on one side by the vicious sea and on the other by a clean, pure lake and a huge mountain, that seemed half sprung in surprise itself. I am far from dramatizing this already.
There was the reason I had promised myself that I would do my trips and escapades alone. This was quite an example as to why I am not always wrong. Too many opinions, ways to do things, and inquires spoil the mood. One could easily ave avoided most of it. You are bound by questions and plagued by every one's personal wish list and it is seldom one feels like going against majority.
And Iron Maiden are coming to Bombay. I admit to myself I still remember all the lyrics but somehow stepping in there with the population to witness legends does not hold the same fantasy for me. I'd stand there, spending time between songs looking at those who surround me and wondering why I had been stranded for the day. It would be not include ideal fun. Plus, its the first day of the coolest month of the year.
I can't hardly wait.
I used to quote and let know, remember - "You go forwards, I'll go backwards, somewhere we will meet".
When I write, it is at times keeping in mind that I would certainly like someone to read what has been plastered with enthused generosity. It ends up, more or less, editing a lot of jargon, making it 'reader friendly' and less unassuming. And then I thought I did not care much about other's opinions. But I do not.
New Year's Eve and its preceding 3 days were unearthly. Spent the sun lying down backwards on sand, OD'd on beer, and went scrolling through the state at night. Gokarna was way more marvelous.
We ended day one after arrival doing not much else but sifting through leftovers and preparing for a 6 man bed on an empty beach. It seems pretty drab, unless I include the charming sounds of crashing waves. But then again. It was, till a certain Shane Ratman bumped into us and we did a bed surrounded by 12 candles. With dogs smelling us as we woke up to a virgin beach and an alternating sea, it was splendor. First morning steps involved entering the sea and soaking oneself and setting off on a trek to 'paradise', empty stomach. The trek had its hazards but no one died. We somehow scaled it till 'half moon beach', which was followed by spanning Indian cultural diversity in interacting and then nestling ourselves back to 'paradise' It was alright there. People stoned, not interactive, and everyone in their own world. The shoreline was rust admist the golden sand and we had our fill before a waiting human being coerced me into shifting back to commercialization the same night.
Goa, as spoken short up there, was pretty much unrelenting and be done without, sans the life. What was truly remarkable was getting numbed at midnight and riding up North state to Arambhol beach. And discovering the 'sweet salty' lake. Now a lot of folk have told me since that they have been there and nothing new, but it was quite the adventure. 5 of us treaded through literal boredom and scared nerves as we made our way through empty shacks all spread out in linear fashion on the right of the beach. At the end, we ascended 6 steps that took us into a mountain and the eventuality resulted in sitting alone on a piece of land, surrounded on one side by the vicious sea and on the other by a clean, pure lake and a huge mountain, that seemed half sprung in surprise itself. I am far from dramatizing this already.
There was the reason I had promised myself that I would do my trips and escapades alone. This was quite an example as to why I am not always wrong. Too many opinions, ways to do things, and inquires spoil the mood. One could easily ave avoided most of it. You are bound by questions and plagued by every one's personal wish list and it is seldom one feels like going against majority.
And Iron Maiden are coming to Bombay. I admit to myself I still remember all the lyrics but somehow stepping in there with the population to witness legends does not hold the same fantasy for me. I'd stand there, spending time between songs looking at those who surround me and wondering why I had been stranded for the day. It would be not include ideal fun. Plus, its the first day of the coolest month of the year.
I can't hardly wait.
I used to quote and let know, remember - "You go forwards, I'll go backwards, somewhere we will meet".
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