Date: 24.07.2007
Time: 10:35 p.m.
Listless wonderment at the moon’s glory
Hushed up by the dark shadowy clouds
A stare penetrates the thickness of the fog
And reaches yonder where mists swirl in the bog.
The woods quietened at approaching footsteps
A sigh held back by the hanging branches
The folds of leaves curled up in fear
Of the sounds that hasten, to coldly leer.
There shines a beam amidst the darkness
Intrusive, unwanted, glaring and loud
The forest shudders and closes itself
Footsteps halt at the dark old shelf.
Wan light shimmers through an old crack
Where fingers of wood have parted in vain
The river runs behind in silence
Protective, nourishing and the forest’s defence.
A hand jerks forward, rustling the leaves
The lantern falls and breaks with ease
Fragments fall into the waters like rain
While the trees cringe from the glass in pain.
Quietude resides with the woods at peace
The moon gleams brightly among the trees
Fading footsteps — strained and far away
Sounds silenced, with the arrival of day.
End: 11:00 p.m.
Wednesday, 25 July 2007
Monday, 23 July 2007
Is It?
Is it very nice to go ask extremely personal questions to people who like keeping to themselves? Is it very nice to poke and prod and hit a raw nerve? Is it very nice to re-open wounds that have just started healing that too after an enormous amount of effort has been put into closing them? Is it very nice to cause people to feel as though the weight they've worked so hard at shoving away has returned and is strangling them with twice the amount of force it did before? Is it very nice to bring back the numb feeling that ate away everything leaving nothing but emptiness? And is it very nice to damage the 'scarred and broken' all over again, especially when they've got other appearances to keep up that day?
Friday, 20 July 2007
Ordinary Day
Date: 20.07.2007
Time: 6:10 p.m.
If you find yourself sitting with your mouth half-open, staring blankly at a calendar and trying to remember how to figure out what the date is, you shouldn’t be too worried, I think. I find myself doing the same quite often and I don’t think that there are too many things wrong with me. Yes, I am a bit strange, I do have sudden peculiar ideas, but then, most of my days are quite sane. For instance, today, I spent the morning blinking in class, drawing strange structures (note alliteration: Yayness!) on the white board, and listening to various sounds produced by the vocal chords of other human beings. Nothing extraordinary in that — wouldn’t you agree?
Well then, if I were to delve deeper into the day, you’d find that it was quite a pedestrian one indeed. After I was through with my classes (there were only two today, by the way), I carried an extremely obese textbook to a photocopying machine so that I could get a copy of a chapter made, as instructed by one of my instructors. The fact that the said chapter included twenty eight pages on ‘Water’ alone, was quite ordinary, was it not? Only twenty eight pages on a molecule just two syllables long … that is nothing much, I’m sure.
That task completed, I resolved to go keep an appointment with the Cheshire-Cat-who-is-also-a-crazy-tree-frog. Having asked two of my bored and otherwise unoccupied classmates to tag along with me, I approached an enclosure from whence arose the noise of a happily proceeding riot. When we stood before partially-glassed doors, I was suddenly greeted by the sight of a human silhouette standing against the door, scribbling something on some paper on the other side. It reminded me of a lizard, which can be seen crawling up a glass window from the other side. I blinked.
Very soon, a human head popped out of the crack between the doors and politely asked whether we were in need of any assistance. A few questions were asked and a few words were spoken in reply, to be followed by a specific question-cum-request which contained the word “Kazarelth”. At that, the polite head turned into a complete human which answered in the affirmative. Soft shouts of “LD” and “Sharky!” and a handshake later it was ascertained that the polite head-turned-human, was, indeed, the Cheshire-Cat-who-is-also-a-crazy-tree-frog. Conversation occurred. Very normal predominantly two-sided conversation, you see. Windows Vista was cursed and criticised, a gaming laptop was spoken of eagerly and yearningly by one, an assassination offer was made (which was, sadly, declined by the person to whom it was made), a tree avenged being called a ‘tree’ by calling the caller a ‘midget’… and it went on for a short while with minor interruptions in between — just as it would in any normal conversation. And then, we bid goodbye to the Cheshire-Cat-who-is-also-a-crazy-tree-frog and proceeded away from the region of riot.
One of my associates later remarked that she felt that the C.C.w.i.a.a.c.t.f. and I were speaking “in some kind of a code”. When I explained the words spoken and that they were our names, she laughed and said in a rather relieved manner, “Oh those were the words you were speaking!”
We then decided to visit an apparel-mega-store and indulge in the, er, ‘pleasure’ of ‘trying out clothes which are never going to be bought, just for the fun of it’. All three of us picked our poisons. Being new to this, I looked around curiously as my friends pointed out the most hideous, gaudy and down-right bizarre of all the garments on display and challenged each other to try out the kind which they would not normally wear. I was (*cough, cough*) ‘challenged’ to try out a white and flowery (*shudder*), extremely hippie skirt (*tries to avoid losing consciousness at the thought of it*). When I stepped out of the trial room (all puns intended), cringing at the very sight of the long whishie-whooshie thing that I was wearing, my friends decided to be polite and say, er, ‘complimentary’ things instead of laughing at my clown-like countenance. I still can’t believe it! Me, of all people, trying out a hippie skirt! A SKIRT!
AAAA!
AAAAAAAAAAA!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
(*mentally runs around the room in panic and distress*).
Well, I had my revenge when I laughed at strange combinations of clothing being worn by the two of them. And yes, I shall be charitable, and not describe the outfits.
We parted company after a healthy round of laughter and I walked towards the Metro station, feeling annoyed at the loud honking cars which appeared hell-bent on ramming me. Now, I suppose that running into people whom you’ve met in the past every time you travel by Metro is also a rather ordinary occurrence. My blast from the past today, was someone whom I did not wish to speak to. Thankfully, there was a rather large specimen of a human being obstructing me from her field of vision. However, ironically, we happened to get off at the same station (although I walked stealthily behind her ‘spy-style’ so as to avoid being seen).
I was to wait for my ‘mumsie-dearest’ to come and pick me up at the surface-crossing. As I idly looked about, I saw a moustached traffic-policeman smoking through his nose. It was most disturbing and I found myself trying to pretend that the pavement was made of yellow bricks. (Do not ask me why).
So now, here I am, staring blankly at the computer screen before me, wondering what the lights are all about. I am a very ordinary person, you see. Nothing weird or abnormal about me at all. So, if you find yourself sitting with your mouth half-open, staring blankly at a calendar and trying to remember how to figure out what the date is, you shouldn’t be too worried, I think.
End : 7:40 p.m.
Time: 6:10 p.m.
If you find yourself sitting with your mouth half-open, staring blankly at a calendar and trying to remember how to figure out what the date is, you shouldn’t be too worried, I think. I find myself doing the same quite often and I don’t think that there are too many things wrong with me. Yes, I am a bit strange, I do have sudden peculiar ideas, but then, most of my days are quite sane. For instance, today, I spent the morning blinking in class, drawing strange structures (note alliteration: Yayness!) on the white board, and listening to various sounds produced by the vocal chords of other human beings. Nothing extraordinary in that — wouldn’t you agree?
Well then, if I were to delve deeper into the day, you’d find that it was quite a pedestrian one indeed. After I was through with my classes (there were only two today, by the way), I carried an extremely obese textbook to a photocopying machine so that I could get a copy of a chapter made, as instructed by one of my instructors. The fact that the said chapter included twenty eight pages on ‘Water’ alone, was quite ordinary, was it not? Only twenty eight pages on a molecule just two syllables long … that is nothing much, I’m sure.
That task completed, I resolved to go keep an appointment with the Cheshire-Cat-who-is-also-a-crazy-tree-frog. Having asked two of my bored and otherwise unoccupied classmates to tag along with me, I approached an enclosure from whence arose the noise of a happily proceeding riot. When we stood before partially-glassed doors, I was suddenly greeted by the sight of a human silhouette standing against the door, scribbling something on some paper on the other side. It reminded me of a lizard, which can be seen crawling up a glass window from the other side. I blinked.
Very soon, a human head popped out of the crack between the doors and politely asked whether we were in need of any assistance. A few questions were asked and a few words were spoken in reply, to be followed by a specific question-cum-request which contained the word “Kazarelth”. At that, the polite head turned into a complete human which answered in the affirmative. Soft shouts of “LD” and “Sharky!” and a handshake later it was ascertained that the polite head-turned-human, was, indeed, the Cheshire-Cat-who-is-also-a-crazy-tree-frog. Conversation occurred. Very normal predominantly two-sided conversation, you see. Windows Vista was cursed and criticised, a gaming laptop was spoken of eagerly and yearningly by one, an assassination offer was made (which was, sadly, declined by the person to whom it was made), a tree avenged being called a ‘tree’ by calling the caller a ‘midget’… and it went on for a short while with minor interruptions in between — just as it would in any normal conversation. And then, we bid goodbye to the Cheshire-Cat-who-is-also-a-crazy-tree-frog and proceeded away from the region of riot.
One of my associates later remarked that she felt that the C.C.w.i.a.a.c.t.f. and I were speaking “in some kind of a code”. When I explained the words spoken and that they were our names, she laughed and said in a rather relieved manner, “Oh those were the words you were speaking!”
We then decided to visit an apparel-mega-store and indulge in the, er, ‘pleasure’ of ‘trying out clothes which are never going to be bought, just for the fun of it’. All three of us picked our poisons. Being new to this, I looked around curiously as my friends pointed out the most hideous, gaudy and down-right bizarre of all the garments on display and challenged each other to try out the kind which they would not normally wear. I was (*cough, cough*) ‘challenged’ to try out a white and flowery (*shudder*), extremely hippie skirt (*tries to avoid losing consciousness at the thought of it*). When I stepped out of the trial room (all puns intended), cringing at the very sight of the long whishie-whooshie thing that I was wearing, my friends decided to be polite and say, er, ‘complimentary’ things instead of laughing at my clown-like countenance. I still can’t believe it! Me, of all people, trying out a hippie skirt! A SKIRT!
AAAA!
AAAAAAAAAAA!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
(*mentally runs around the room in panic and distress*).
Well, I had my revenge when I laughed at strange combinations of clothing being worn by the two of them. And yes, I shall be charitable, and not describe the outfits.
We parted company after a healthy round of laughter and I walked towards the Metro station, feeling annoyed at the loud honking cars which appeared hell-bent on ramming me. Now, I suppose that running into people whom you’ve met in the past every time you travel by Metro is also a rather ordinary occurrence. My blast from the past today, was someone whom I did not wish to speak to. Thankfully, there was a rather large specimen of a human being obstructing me from her field of vision. However, ironically, we happened to get off at the same station (although I walked stealthily behind her ‘spy-style’ so as to avoid being seen).
I was to wait for my ‘mumsie-dearest’ to come and pick me up at the surface-crossing. As I idly looked about, I saw a moustached traffic-policeman smoking through his nose. It was most disturbing and I found myself trying to pretend that the pavement was made of yellow bricks. (Do not ask me why).
So now, here I am, staring blankly at the computer screen before me, wondering what the lights are all about. I am a very ordinary person, you see. Nothing weird or abnormal about me at all. So, if you find yourself sitting with your mouth half-open, staring blankly at a calendar and trying to remember how to figure out what the date is, you shouldn’t be too worried, I think.
End : 7:40 p.m.
Tuesday, 10 July 2007
Walk The Line
Captain Edward A. Murphy was one astute thinker. A person who can come up with “If anything can go wrong, it will”, a great fact of life, is most definitely deep, I'd say. This morning, when I had awakened, I had felt quite confident that an extra hour of sleep would not be a problem, seeing that my classes were to start later than usual today. So, I did not rush about getting ready for the day, I did not leave home with my father and I also indulged in an hour at the computer before leaving for classes at ten.
Now considering that my first class began at forty past eleven, leaving at ten would appear to leave me with ample time on my hands. However, that was not how events unfolded. “If anything just cannot go wrong, it will anyway.” How perceptive of Murphy!
The moment I stepped out of the human-mixer ’n’ grinder that is a rickshaw, I was greeted by a humungous traffic jam on the main road. Boarding an auto was akin to jostling, or rather, ‘haggling’ for fish and vegetables in the market. With ten people scrambling to get into one tiny seat next to the driver, I was reminded of the admissions-scenario where there were at least ten students vying for one seat in the colleges of their choice. I also had to change ship twice before I could reach the metro station and move closer to my hallo we’d destination.
“Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse.” I was forced to take a long detour from my intended path, got nicely cooked inside the two autos and then nearly got lost while walking from the unfamiliar auto-stand to an equally unfamiliar metro station. By then, it was eleven o' clock and precious time had been lost.
The journey from one metro station to another was rather uneventful. I was lucky enough to spend all of it sitting and the stations seemed to come by quickly enough. “If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.” I had. The time! It was already half past eleven when I got off at the station nearest my destination. I had ten minutes to complete a normally fifteen minute walk and climb up the stairs to my classroom on the fourth floor. So, I did the only thing I could think of that that moment. I ran.
I suppose people must’ve stared quite a bit as I sped along the pavement like the white rabbit from “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland” and recklessly pushed my way through two-somes and three-somes walking along an otherwise peaceful path, muttering imprecations all the while. And I also suppose that it is some sort of a record to cover that stretch of street in five minutes flat.
Nevertheless, I am rather surprised that I did not drop down dead when I arrived in class, red-faced, panting and out of breath. Thankfully, I had arrived with the teacher and was spared being ‘late’.
After that, I settled into the lesson (which was amazingly absorbing XD) and heaved (quite literally) a sigh of relief, assuming that the worst had passed. Sadly, just towards the close of class, bloody Airlet (yes, it is intentional … do not question) decided to call me up, probably to let me know, for the hundredth time that I can do some rubbish (read: pay Airlet money) to support the Indian cricket team. It was extremely embarrassing, not to mention infuriating!
The rest of the day was comparatively calmer. My classes were (surprisingly) very interesting and I must admit that I am pleased. The only other blot on the horizon was coming home in an auto which had ridiculous fluorescent green and orange seats and shocking pink decorations hanging from the ceiling. Definite eye-sores, they were, oh yes!
Right now, after ample application of my lungs and legs, I am aching all over. Hopefully, it will all be better by tomorrow.
Now considering that my first class began at forty past eleven, leaving at ten would appear to leave me with ample time on my hands. However, that was not how events unfolded. “If anything just cannot go wrong, it will anyway.” How perceptive of Murphy!
The moment I stepped out of the human-mixer ’n’ grinder that is a rickshaw, I was greeted by a humungous traffic jam on the main road. Boarding an auto was akin to jostling, or rather, ‘haggling’ for fish and vegetables in the market. With ten people scrambling to get into one tiny seat next to the driver, I was reminded of the admissions-scenario where there were at least ten students vying for one seat in the colleges of their choice. I also had to change ship twice before I could reach the metro station and move closer to my hallo we’d destination.
“Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse.” I was forced to take a long detour from my intended path, got nicely cooked inside the two autos and then nearly got lost while walking from the unfamiliar auto-stand to an equally unfamiliar metro station. By then, it was eleven o' clock and precious time had been lost.
The journey from one metro station to another was rather uneventful. I was lucky enough to spend all of it sitting and the stations seemed to come by quickly enough. “If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.” I had. The time! It was already half past eleven when I got off at the station nearest my destination. I had ten minutes to complete a normally fifteen minute walk and climb up the stairs to my classroom on the fourth floor. So, I did the only thing I could think of that that moment. I ran.
I suppose people must’ve stared quite a bit as I sped along the pavement like the white rabbit from “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland” and recklessly pushed my way through two-somes and three-somes walking along an otherwise peaceful path, muttering imprecations all the while. And I also suppose that it is some sort of a record to cover that stretch of street in five minutes flat.
Nevertheless, I am rather surprised that I did not drop down dead when I arrived in class, red-faced, panting and out of breath. Thankfully, I had arrived with the teacher and was spared being ‘late’.
After that, I settled into the lesson (which was amazingly absorbing XD) and heaved (quite literally) a sigh of relief, assuming that the worst had passed. Sadly, just towards the close of class, bloody Airlet (yes, it is intentional … do not question) decided to call me up, probably to let me know, for the hundredth time that I can do some rubbish (read: pay Airlet money) to support the Indian cricket team. It was extremely embarrassing, not to mention infuriating!
The rest of the day was comparatively calmer. My classes were (surprisingly) very interesting and I must admit that I am pleased. The only other blot on the horizon was coming home in an auto which had ridiculous fluorescent green and orange seats and shocking pink decorations hanging from the ceiling. Definite eye-sores, they were, oh yes!
Right now, after ample application of my lungs and legs, I am aching all over. Hopefully, it will all be better by tomorrow.
Thursday, 5 July 2007
Play On
I worked out something on the guitar. I was trying to have lunch but could not concentrate on it as I had this drum-beat playing over and over inside my head. So, when I left the table (much to the annoyance of people eating with me) and sat down with the guitar (yes, random, I know! Get used to it), I found myself playing something new. It doesn't sound too bad, I'd say. Mesa feels satisfied. XD
Wednesday, 4 July 2007
Dashed
You won't ever let me get better, will you? Well then, keep at it ... forget about everything. Both of you can do whatever you please. I will not care. Don't expect me to either.
I had forgotten just how good it felt. Thank you so much for reminding me. I am not going to try to fight it again.
I had forgotten just how good it felt. Thank you so much for reminding me. I am not going to try to fight it again.
Closer
Date: 04.07.2007
Time: 00:10 a.m.
Hard, it has been ...
Seething rage had taken over
Boiling anger matched together
Control seemed far away ...
Hard, it has been ...
Salty tears that threatened to fall
Ghostly shadows of smiles forgot
Respite seemed far away ...
Hard, it has been ...
Drops of blood that fell yet stopped
Despair lingering in each that stayed
Release seemed far away ...
Hard, it has been ...
Days long-drawn, hurtful, tense
No bit of joy coursing through veins
Laughter seemed far away ...
I heard the music once again
Chest constricted, emotive tunes I felt
The song rose, emerging once more ...
Breathtaking, beautiful and inspiring
O sweet melody!
Soaring, rising, wafting, searing ...
Painful ecstasy
O sweet melody!
Overwhelming, humbling, piercing, bracing ...
Hard, it has been ...
But victorious I stand
Not to be defeated by scars again
Freedom seems closer now ...
End: 00:30 a..m.
Time: 00:10 a.m.
Hard, it has been ...
Seething rage had taken over
Boiling anger matched together
Control seemed far away ...
Hard, it has been ...
Salty tears that threatened to fall
Ghostly shadows of smiles forgot
Respite seemed far away ...
Hard, it has been ...
Drops of blood that fell yet stopped
Despair lingering in each that stayed
Release seemed far away ...
Hard, it has been ...
Days long-drawn, hurtful, tense
No bit of joy coursing through veins
Laughter seemed far away ...
I heard the music once again
Chest constricted, emotive tunes I felt
The song rose, emerging once more ...
Breathtaking, beautiful and inspiring
O sweet melody!
Soaring, rising, wafting, searing ...
Painful ecstasy
O sweet melody!
Overwhelming, humbling, piercing, bracing ...
Hard, it has been ...
But victorious I stand
Not to be defeated by scars again
Freedom seems closer now ...
End: 00:30 a..m.
Tuesday, 3 July 2007
Water Babies
Date: 03.07.2007
Time: 6:55 p.m.
Pitter-patter-pitter-patter … drip-drop-drip-drop-drip-drop … and then, there was a flood. Torrents rushed down in a frenzy from the broken sky. The earth was splattered with the tears that the heavens wept in fervent drops. The sound gradually transformed into a constant rhythmic droning … and I slipped away into my world of dreams.
It was a rather sleepy start to the day — I got up with a headache, trying to prep myself up for another day of college, with my conscience and my senses offering conflicting opinions for support. It was still pouring torrents outside, and I hadn’t the chance to step out privately and soak in the rain. Sighing, as I proceeded towards getting my things ready, my father let it be known that there was not a chance in heaven or hell that I’d be able to make it to the first class. Still feeling slightly out of things, it took a while for this fact to register. I decided to wait it out and watch and spend time strumming my guitar.
The deluge continued and reports of the entire city being literally swept away were being aired on all the local news channels while I was strumming ‘Make Me a Channel of your Peace’. Happily, I was soon notified that my college had decided against attempting blasphemy against the enraged elements. And so, I spent what was left of the morning discussing the nature and benefits of the water-cycle with my friends who were online at the same time.
In the afternoon, I decided that I was in the mood for braving the flooded streets all around and attending a ‘celebration’. Having come as close to my destination as possible on public transport, I rolled up my jeans and, quite literally, took the plunge. And then began the adventure…
A walk of fifteen minutes usually involves the partaker feeling refreshed from indulging in a healthy exercise. In this case, however, it involved me wading my way through a long stretch of road submerged in knee-deep water. On my way, I met quite an interesting array of items floating about in the murky waters. Numerous leaves that had died an untimely death found their way between the soles of my feet and the bottom of my shoes. I came across a solitary marigold floating around solemnly — the sole survivor of a proud clan of mighty warriors. An onion bulb came by and said hello and I also chanced upon a dead rat, which looked sorrier than the one I had dissected last year. The last bit of jetsam and flotsam to greet me was a battle-weary cockroach floating away dejectedly. I decided to move as though I were roller-skating to hasten my approach and to my satisfaction, I found that I could soon see the shores … and then, I finally stepped on dry land after spending ages away at sea.
On reaching my destination, I found myself acting quite contrary to my nature and actually indulging in ‘socialising’. (“What is the world coming to?”) Finally, after consuming large proportions of a drink that promises to only quench thirst and do nothing else, along with chunks of chocolate cake, I parted ways with my company and walked back to the site where my marathon began.
On reaching home with ‘cold feet’, I experimented on a ‘foot bath’, which felt scalding and freezing at the same time. My feet have now developed a pinkish brown hue which looks very strange indeed.
It has started raining again … and I am trying to fight the urge to rush outside and get drenched. Somehow I can’t help but wish that tomorrow is another such rainy day and that I get to spend most of it watching the rain trickling down the window panes.
End: 7:45 p.m.
Time: 6:55 p.m.
Pitter-patter-pitter-patter … drip-drop-drip-drop-drip-drop … and then, there was a flood. Torrents rushed down in a frenzy from the broken sky. The earth was splattered with the tears that the heavens wept in fervent drops. The sound gradually transformed into a constant rhythmic droning … and I slipped away into my world of dreams.
It was a rather sleepy start to the day — I got up with a headache, trying to prep myself up for another day of college, with my conscience and my senses offering conflicting opinions for support. It was still pouring torrents outside, and I hadn’t the chance to step out privately and soak in the rain. Sighing, as I proceeded towards getting my things ready, my father let it be known that there was not a chance in heaven or hell that I’d be able to make it to the first class. Still feeling slightly out of things, it took a while for this fact to register. I decided to wait it out and watch and spend time strumming my guitar.
The deluge continued and reports of the entire city being literally swept away were being aired on all the local news channels while I was strumming ‘Make Me a Channel of your Peace’. Happily, I was soon notified that my college had decided against attempting blasphemy against the enraged elements. And so, I spent what was left of the morning discussing the nature and benefits of the water-cycle with my friends who were online at the same time.
In the afternoon, I decided that I was in the mood for braving the flooded streets all around and attending a ‘celebration’. Having come as close to my destination as possible on public transport, I rolled up my jeans and, quite literally, took the plunge. And then began the adventure…
A walk of fifteen minutes usually involves the partaker feeling refreshed from indulging in a healthy exercise. In this case, however, it involved me wading my way through a long stretch of road submerged in knee-deep water. On my way, I met quite an interesting array of items floating about in the murky waters. Numerous leaves that had died an untimely death found their way between the soles of my feet and the bottom of my shoes. I came across a solitary marigold floating around solemnly — the sole survivor of a proud clan of mighty warriors. An onion bulb came by and said hello and I also chanced upon a dead rat, which looked sorrier than the one I had dissected last year. The last bit of jetsam and flotsam to greet me was a battle-weary cockroach floating away dejectedly. I decided to move as though I were roller-skating to hasten my approach and to my satisfaction, I found that I could soon see the shores … and then, I finally stepped on dry land after spending ages away at sea.
On reaching my destination, I found myself acting quite contrary to my nature and actually indulging in ‘socialising’. (“What is the world coming to?”) Finally, after consuming large proportions of a drink that promises to only quench thirst and do nothing else, along with chunks of chocolate cake, I parted ways with my company and walked back to the site where my marathon began.
On reaching home with ‘cold feet’, I experimented on a ‘foot bath’, which felt scalding and freezing at the same time. My feet have now developed a pinkish brown hue which looks very strange indeed.
It has started raining again … and I am trying to fight the urge to rush outside and get drenched. Somehow I can’t help but wish that tomorrow is another such rainy day and that I get to spend most of it watching the rain trickling down the window panes.
End: 7:45 p.m.
Saturday, 30 June 2007
Lun-a-tic
It's official. I'm officially insane. Hee hee heh heh haw haw. Muwahahahahahaha! And I went and got some new clothes today ... ON MY OWN. Wahahaaaaaaa. :D Not that it's such a big deal anyway. Just that I had to get stuff which did not have stuff written on them even if the written stuff was NOT bitchy and was cool and said "Punk Rock" or something. :'(
And I walked and walked and walked and I BEAT THE LIFT. Hahahahahahahaha! XD. I started at the same time and climbed five storeys and BEAT IT! Yayness! I. Can. Beat. The. Elevator. Wheee! Now clap for the ULTIMATE DESTROYER OF THE ELEVATOR in BATTLE! Or else. I always beat the lift whenever I challenge it. HA! DIE you mere mindless lift! You can NEVER defeat me!
It rained today. Everything smelled fresh. I liked it a lot. I was happy. I still am. And Heroes is a very confusing show. I don't like confusing shows with cliff-hangers. Much. But I watch the rubbish anyway. It's very entertaining to watch them blow up each other. And I still can't tell whether Sylar's actually dead. O_o
My eye is also twitching slightly. It feels strange. Almost as though it can't decide whether to pop out of its socket or stay put or just close. But everything is much better than it was a year ago and I am happy.
And I walked and walked and walked and I BEAT THE LIFT. Hahahahahahahaha! XD. I started at the same time and climbed five storeys and BEAT IT! Yayness! I. Can. Beat. The. Elevator. Wheee! Now clap for the ULTIMATE DESTROYER OF THE ELEVATOR in BATTLE! Or else. I always beat the lift whenever I challenge it. HA! DIE you mere mindless lift! You can NEVER defeat me!
It rained today. Everything smelled fresh. I liked it a lot. I was happy. I still am. And Heroes is a very confusing show. I don't like confusing shows with cliff-hangers. Much. But I watch the rubbish anyway. It's very entertaining to watch them blow up each other. And I still can't tell whether Sylar's actually dead. O_o
My eye is also twitching slightly. It feels strange. Almost as though it can't decide whether to pop out of its socket or stay put or just close. But everything is much better than it was a year ago and I am happy.
Friday, 29 June 2007
Tagged
Ship was kind enough to tag me. *Glowers threateningly at her*
8 Simple Things About Me
1. I like talking to myself. It’s better than talking to walls, which I also indulge in (sometimes).
2. I like smelling books. They smell good. I like reading them too … a lot. But I dislike overweight intimidating textbooks which can quite easily be used for weight-training in gymnasiums.
3. I live for music. There has never been a time in my life when music has not helped. Ever. I often (privately) sing at the top of my voice, with earphones in my ears and my ’Pod held as a microphone in my hands pretending to be some sort of a rock star in concert. And I get very embarrassed when a family member catches me in this stance while I am in the middle of a song.
4. I have phases during which I am ‘hyper-loopy’. I also have extreme mood swings and a quick temper, though I’ve learnt to manage it better over the years.
5. I find ‘chicken dancing’ very therapeutic.
6. I don’t like Vitamin B Complex Syrup with Lysine. It tastes horrible. And I have to have it regularly. *Makes disgusted pukey-face*
7. I hate SMS-talk. It irritates me very much. And I get sarcastic when I am irritated. Very sarcastic, indeed.
8. I have discovered recently that I have grown quite fond of blogging. I love reading well written extremely witty posts that send me into peals of hysterical laughter and those thoughtful and insightful ones that put me into deep and silent contemplation. And reading such kind words for the rubbish that pours from my fingertips is quite gratifying too!
8 Simple Things About Me
1. I like talking to myself. It’s better than talking to walls, which I also indulge in (sometimes).
2. I like smelling books. They smell good. I like reading them too … a lot. But I dislike overweight intimidating textbooks which can quite easily be used for weight-training in gymnasiums.
3. I live for music. There has never been a time in my life when music has not helped. Ever. I often (privately) sing at the top of my voice, with earphones in my ears and my ’Pod held as a microphone in my hands pretending to be some sort of a rock star in concert. And I get very embarrassed when a family member catches me in this stance while I am in the middle of a song.
4. I have phases during which I am ‘hyper-loopy’. I also have extreme mood swings and a quick temper, though I’ve learnt to manage it better over the years.
5. I find ‘chicken dancing’ very therapeutic.
6. I don’t like Vitamin B Complex Syrup with Lysine. It tastes horrible. And I have to have it regularly. *Makes disgusted pukey-face*
7. I hate SMS-talk. It irritates me very much. And I get sarcastic when I am irritated. Very sarcastic, indeed.
8. I have discovered recently that I have grown quite fond of blogging. I love reading well written extremely witty posts that send me into peals of hysterical laughter and those thoughtful and insightful ones that put me into deep and silent contemplation. And reading such kind words for the rubbish that pours from my fingertips is quite gratifying too!
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Since most people on my blog-roll have already been tagged, I tag Prince Kazarelth, Princess Banter and Mademoiselle.
Stooopeed Cow!
There is a cow honking or mooing or whatever it is that cows do, outside my window! And there is immense noise pollution from the numerous cars, lorries, autos and what-nots out on the roads. And I simply love it when the drivers of these vehicles decide to keep honking and honking and honking and honking and honking and honking, prolonging their use of the honking horn and drowning out even Metallica and causing permanent damage to my ear drums. It is such a happy feeling! Stooopeed cow! Mesa hates you! Go! Away, away! Mesa wants to listen to music! Now there is a parent discussing the Joint Entrance Examination results of her offspring in an overly loud and pompous voice so that the whole world can find out that she took the trouble of getting up at three a.m. every morning to make her child coffee so that the said child could study. Argh. Mesa annoyed by you too! Mesa not want to know means of studying for the Joint Exasperating Exercise, especially if it involves waking up at three a.m. and studying. The cow has finally gone. And so has the over-enthusiastic parent. I need to drink water now. Mesa loves drinking water. Water is good, yes. Very good. Another loud vehicle! *Growls in anger* *Glares at perpetrator of aforementioned crime* Blow up! NOW! And the cow is back! *Le sigh*
Thursday, 28 June 2007
Release
Date: 28.06.2007
Time: 00:15 a.m.
When I woke up today
Did you wonder
How far I have come
Away from you?
When I laughed today
Did you wonder
Whether I had won
And defied you?
When I sang today
Did you wonder
Why it was harder
To pull me down?
To that split self
I answer
No
I have survived.
To that split self
I state
Yes
Now, I will fly.
To that split self
I command
Go!
You are banished from my mind!
I have taken all the blows
Bled out all my woes
Barely existed for a while
The ordeal leaving me numb
But now, I will live ... I will soar
And now, you will die.
End: 00:23 a.m.
Time: 00:15 a.m.
When I woke up today
Did you wonder
How far I have come
Away from you?
When I laughed today
Did you wonder
Whether I had won
And defied you?
When I sang today
Did you wonder
Why it was harder
To pull me down?
To that split self
I answer
No
I have survived.
To that split self
I state
Yes
Now, I will fly.
To that split self
I command
Go!
You are banished from my mind!
I have taken all the blows
Bled out all my woes
Barely existed for a while
The ordeal leaving me numb
But now, I will live ... I will soar
And now, you will die.
End: 00:23 a.m.
Wednesday, 27 June 2007
Peskipiksie Pesternomi
Date: 27.06.2007
Time: 7:40 a.m.
On certain days, when you find that everything is going against you and that the technology you depend on appears to be jinxed and non functional, what do you feel? I feel angry, very angry … and extremely frustrated. The by-line for the Reliance data-card says, ‘Take the internet with you wherever you go’. I would know that by heart since I spent most of last night glaring at it hoping to make it explode by just looking at it. Well, I didn’t go anywhere. I was in my room. All that I was asking for was a decent Internet connection which would not get disconnected every five minutes or so. But no … That is not acceptable for the Reliance bloody-git-of-a-card. In spite of trying repeatedly from nine o’ clock to twelve o’ clock, I DID NOT GET CONNECTED.
To my further annoyance, we also happened to have a power-cut which lasted from half past nine to half past ten. It wasn’t for a very long duration compared to some other ‘famous’ power-cuts that we’ve had lately, but it was still very, very infuriating, especially because it was a rather warm evening and I had showered only a while earlier. I feel like issuing a warning to the Electricity Department. I watch TV on Wednesdays only. For two hours, I recline on the rocking chair (if my mother fails to shove me off it, that is) and indulge in the pleasure of watching the rather complicated lives of fictional characters unravel onscreen. If, there happens to be a power-cut again, especially at nine o’ clock, a certain young person who is not yet legally responsible for her actions is going to be rather annoyed and might just end up hurting some fellow human beings. You have been warned, ED.
Another irking incident that took place last evening was that my father had forgotten to scan the last Thank You card I had made. It had actually turned out a whole lot better than the others. Now it’s gone — forever … I really dislike giving away any art-work of mine, however horrible it might be. I remember that at the height of the Football World Cup 2002, I had painted a picture showing a match taking place. That painting had looked rather good. It was as though the figures were actually moving. And then, I had to submit it for my Art Exam. Damn. I never saw that picture again … Le sigh.
I was in my ‘hyper loopy’ state all evening and some songs kept on playing over and over again inside my head. It was as though I had an mp3 player instead of a brain enclosed in my cranium. Things stayed that way throughout the night and I had a lot of trouble falling asleep. It is rather difficult to go off to la la land if you keep hearing It’s My Life, How You Remind Me or even Sweet Child Of Mine playing away to glory in the background.
I have not been inspired enough for a poem in ages. I mean, I can feel a poem coming when I am in the bathroom, where there isn’t a pen in sight. However, the moment I step out and grab the nearest pen or pencil, the words which I had been muttering under my breath till then, simply disappear and I cannot remember any of it. I can find no logical explanation for this occurrence apart from my hypothesis that I shall be taken by Alzheimer’s very soon.
This morning, I happened to wake up at six in the morning. SIX! I am truly scaring myself these days. Anyway, the first thing (or I should say, things) I saw on waking up were two lizards getting very, er, friendly with each other on one of the walls of my room. Gross! This is why I simply cannot make myself like lizards. I mean, I have no problems which the other members of the Animal Kingdom. Cockroaches can be amusing to watch and even more amusing to extract striated muscles from during Biology practical classes. Spiders are cute. Rats are loads of fun to dissect, especially since you can gross out classmates by showing them the small intestine of a rat and commenting rather nonchalantly that it resembles chicken noodles, which have just been consumed for lunch. Other creatures of the natural world have their virtues. However, I cannot forgive lizards. These infinitely stupid creatures should know better than to get fresh with each other in my room!
Since I am on a full-fledged rant, I might as well mention another major bug-bear. Very sadly, I do not look my age. I’d say I look as though I am in class XI. I’d even be willing to stretch that to class X. And sometimes, when I am feeling particularly benevolent, I would let a comment that I look as though I am in class IX pass with minimal twitching of my face. However if people choose to tell me that I look even younger than that, I get quite peeved. A few weeks back, when I went to get a blood test done, the man who extracted my blood remarked that I looked as though I were in class V or VI … V or VI! That had incensed me greatly and I had given him my famous F.O.D. glare before leaving.
Ah well. It feels good to have all of this out of my system. Perhaps it will make my mind ‘less cluttered’ and those idiots at blogthings will not say that my mind is sixty-something percent cluttered. Hell … who cares anyway? Ranting rocks!
End: 8:45 a.m.
Time: 7:40 a.m.
On certain days, when you find that everything is going against you and that the technology you depend on appears to be jinxed and non functional, what do you feel? I feel angry, very angry … and extremely frustrated. The by-line for the Reliance data-card says, ‘Take the internet with you wherever you go’. I would know that by heart since I spent most of last night glaring at it hoping to make it explode by just looking at it. Well, I didn’t go anywhere. I was in my room. All that I was asking for was a decent Internet connection which would not get disconnected every five minutes or so. But no … That is not acceptable for the Reliance bloody-git-of-a-card. In spite of trying repeatedly from nine o’ clock to twelve o’ clock, I DID NOT GET CONNECTED.
To my further annoyance, we also happened to have a power-cut which lasted from half past nine to half past ten. It wasn’t for a very long duration compared to some other ‘famous’ power-cuts that we’ve had lately, but it was still very, very infuriating, especially because it was a rather warm evening and I had showered only a while earlier. I feel like issuing a warning to the Electricity Department. I watch TV on Wednesdays only. For two hours, I recline on the rocking chair (if my mother fails to shove me off it, that is) and indulge in the pleasure of watching the rather complicated lives of fictional characters unravel onscreen. If, there happens to be a power-cut again, especially at nine o’ clock, a certain young person who is not yet legally responsible for her actions is going to be rather annoyed and might just end up hurting some fellow human beings. You have been warned, ED.
Another irking incident that took place last evening was that my father had forgotten to scan the last Thank You card I had made. It had actually turned out a whole lot better than the others. Now it’s gone — forever … I really dislike giving away any art-work of mine, however horrible it might be. I remember that at the height of the Football World Cup 2002, I had painted a picture showing a match taking place. That painting had looked rather good. It was as though the figures were actually moving. And then, I had to submit it for my Art Exam. Damn. I never saw that picture again … Le sigh.
I was in my ‘hyper loopy’ state all evening and some songs kept on playing over and over again inside my head. It was as though I had an mp3 player instead of a brain enclosed in my cranium. Things stayed that way throughout the night and I had a lot of trouble falling asleep. It is rather difficult to go off to la la land if you keep hearing It’s My Life, How You Remind Me or even Sweet Child Of Mine playing away to glory in the background.
I have not been inspired enough for a poem in ages. I mean, I can feel a poem coming when I am in the bathroom, where there isn’t a pen in sight. However, the moment I step out and grab the nearest pen or pencil, the words which I had been muttering under my breath till then, simply disappear and I cannot remember any of it. I can find no logical explanation for this occurrence apart from my hypothesis that I shall be taken by Alzheimer’s very soon.
This morning, I happened to wake up at six in the morning. SIX! I am truly scaring myself these days. Anyway, the first thing (or I should say, things) I saw on waking up were two lizards getting very, er, friendly with each other on one of the walls of my room. Gross! This is why I simply cannot make myself like lizards. I mean, I have no problems which the other members of the Animal Kingdom. Cockroaches can be amusing to watch and even more amusing to extract striated muscles from during Biology practical classes. Spiders are cute. Rats are loads of fun to dissect, especially since you can gross out classmates by showing them the small intestine of a rat and commenting rather nonchalantly that it resembles chicken noodles, which have just been consumed for lunch. Other creatures of the natural world have their virtues. However, I cannot forgive lizards. These infinitely stupid creatures should know better than to get fresh with each other in my room!
Since I am on a full-fledged rant, I might as well mention another major bug-bear. Very sadly, I do not look my age. I’d say I look as though I am in class XI. I’d even be willing to stretch that to class X. And sometimes, when I am feeling particularly benevolent, I would let a comment that I look as though I am in class IX pass with minimal twitching of my face. However if people choose to tell me that I look even younger than that, I get quite peeved. A few weeks back, when I went to get a blood test done, the man who extracted my blood remarked that I looked as though I were in class V or VI … V or VI! That had incensed me greatly and I had given him my famous F.O.D. glare before leaving.
Ah well. It feels good to have all of this out of my system. Perhaps it will make my mind ‘less cluttered’ and those idiots at blogthings will not say that my mind is sixty-something percent cluttered. Hell … who cares anyway? Ranting rocks!
End: 8:45 a.m.
Monday, 25 June 2007
A Window to my World [III]
Good evening everyone. You are now tuned into FM LD is a Loon. Please stay with us to hear the latest 'updates' on LD's alternately eccentric and mundane existence...
Right then, welcome, welcome! Greetings to new visitors and old! My my, my discreet blog is getting noticed! To get back to the topic of 'updates', let me start by mentioning that I've been feeling immensely relieved these days. I finally cleaned up my room (which looked very similar to a garbage dump). This great and oh-so-important event in history took place on the 17th of June. My room and everything in it is squeaky clean. I feel so happy about that! Eight and a half hours of incessant toil did pay off. Yayness!
My mother has also run out of topics to nag me about. When I mentioned this happy fact of life to her some days back, she looked at me oddly and said, "Wait! Let me think of some!" and then plunged into serious contemplation. It seems that she has not had sudden flashes of insight regarding this issue seeing that all her attempts at attempting to nag me have fallen flat. "Ha!" says I. Yayness, again!
These last few days, I have had to spend my creative energies coming up with different ways of saying formal 'Thank You's. One can probably see the results in the last post. I had to make another such card this evening. However, the stimulus for the card was a rather pleasant one — a lovely collection of CDs, which contain some very good songs. It is, by far, the best (and most thoughtful) 'Congratulations-for-passing-out-and-getting-into-college' gift I have received. Much better than numerous rather expensive ball-point pens, which are all unfortunately blue (a colour of ink that I do not write with). Another lovely gift that I have received is a Music World gift voucher which will be valid for the next six months. Very nice, indeed. Now I can easily go and buy a CD of my choice with less pressure on my 'hard-saved' money. Speaking of which, I have acquired Minutes to Midnight. LP may have mellowed a bit, but they still ROCK MY SOCKS!
In spite of my acquaintances being kept busy and not watching movies or hanging out with me everyday (glares at them), I have kept myself busy as well and not let myself be captured by those filthy and disgusting hands of the evil demon called 'Boredom'. I have been reading and listening to a lot of music. (No surprises there). The only sad part is that I am yet to attend a piano lesson this month owing to 'unavoidable circumstances'. Neglect in this department on my part showed its ugly face this evening when I found that I had nearly forgotten one piece. FORGOTTEN! Gasp. Splutter. Blink. I had to spend one hour practising it over and over again till I perfected it once again. Fortunately, some of the other pieces which are closer to my heart were left unscathed. Thank goodness for conditioned reflexes!
My battle with insomnia has taken a turn for the better. Although I still cannot fall asleep before half past twelve, sleep has been coming to me more easily and I have been waking up by half past seven everyday, that too by myself! I would call that nothing short of a miracle. Miss I-hate-waking-up-before-one-in-the-afternoon is awakening early!
Ah well. I have one last week of complete freedom. I just hope that I can make the best of it and am not left to amusing myself drawing stupid flowers as Thank You cards only. That will be all tonight. Thank you for tuning in to FM LD is a Loon. Hope you've enjoyed the show. Feedback is eagerly awaited. Good night!
Right then, welcome, welcome! Greetings to new visitors and old! My my, my discreet blog is getting noticed! To get back to the topic of 'updates', let me start by mentioning that I've been feeling immensely relieved these days. I finally cleaned up my room (which looked very similar to a garbage dump). This great and oh-so-important event in history took place on the 17th of June. My room and everything in it is squeaky clean. I feel so happy about that! Eight and a half hours of incessant toil did pay off. Yayness!
My mother has also run out of topics to nag me about. When I mentioned this happy fact of life to her some days back, she looked at me oddly and said, "Wait! Let me think of some!" and then plunged into serious contemplation. It seems that she has not had sudden flashes of insight regarding this issue seeing that all her attempts at attempting to nag me have fallen flat. "Ha!" says I. Yayness, again!
These last few days, I have had to spend my creative energies coming up with different ways of saying formal 'Thank You's. One can probably see the results in the last post. I had to make another such card this evening. However, the stimulus for the card was a rather pleasant one — a lovely collection of CDs, which contain some very good songs. It is, by far, the best (and most thoughtful) 'Congratulations-for-passing-out-and-getting-into-college' gift I have received. Much better than numerous rather expensive ball-point pens, which are all unfortunately blue (a colour of ink that I do not write with). Another lovely gift that I have received is a Music World gift voucher which will be valid for the next six months. Very nice, indeed. Now I can easily go and buy a CD of my choice with less pressure on my 'hard-saved' money. Speaking of which, I have acquired Minutes to Midnight. LP may have mellowed a bit, but they still ROCK MY SOCKS!
In spite of my acquaintances being kept busy and not watching movies or hanging out with me everyday (glares at them), I have kept myself busy as well and not let myself be captured by those filthy and disgusting hands of the evil demon called 'Boredom'. I have been reading and listening to a lot of music. (No surprises there). The only sad part is that I am yet to attend a piano lesson this month owing to 'unavoidable circumstances'. Neglect in this department on my part showed its ugly face this evening when I found that I had nearly forgotten one piece. FORGOTTEN! Gasp. Splutter. Blink. I had to spend one hour practising it over and over again till I perfected it once again. Fortunately, some of the other pieces which are closer to my heart were left unscathed. Thank goodness for conditioned reflexes!
My battle with insomnia has taken a turn for the better. Although I still cannot fall asleep before half past twelve, sleep has been coming to me more easily and I have been waking up by half past seven everyday, that too by myself! I would call that nothing short of a miracle. Miss I-hate-waking-up-before-one-in-the-afternoon is awakening early!
Ah well. I have one last week of complete freedom. I just hope that I can make the best of it and am not left to amusing myself drawing stupid flowers as Thank You cards only. That will be all tonight. Thank you for tuning in to FM LD is a Loon. Hope you've enjoyed the show. Feedback is eagerly awaited. Good night!
Thursday, 21 June 2007
Artistic Musings
I had spent last evening making two 'Thank You' cards. Thankfully, I could get the two pictures scanned this morning, before I gave them away. These are the pictures I drew for the two cards ...
Flowers
Medium: Colour pencils on a pale yellow background
Morning Sea
Medium: Oil pastels on a white background
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