Monday, October 25, 2004

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I want to believe that the last 3 months have been the best ones of my life. That is quite, quite heartening when I look back at the damage done between March and July. Easily, the worst period of my life.



It had me rebuilding my life from scratch again. It made me observe my own life with great curiosity. It made me concious of every tiny little thing I did, making me wonder why I got even the basic and simplest of tasks, all messed up. It was terrible. Watching yourself stumble so frequently isn't pleasant, especially when good times seem not too distant. Then, every inch seems like a mile.



Life has moved along in its own funny ways, reminding me ever so often that nothing lasts forever. Now, a 9-to9 life doesn't give me too much to think about. Work is a major preoccupation. Work is good. Work is fun. Home is strictly a place where I have dinner, go to sleep and get ready for college.



An year ago, I would have given an eye and a tooth for a life like this. Now that it is finally happening, I experience a sense of satisfaction that I have never experienced in many years. It's almost too pleasant to be true.



The people I am surrounded with are quite, quite awesome. It is not to compare them with my old friends. But never have I being a part of a class which had so many bad dressers, BALD MEN, Mad Magazine lovers, romantics and flirts, poets and dramatists, singers and headbangers, all at the same time. Even Sundays don't keep me away from the college now. And it saddens me that I will be seeing these people for only 5 more months now.



And life reminds me again: nothing lasts forever.

Saturday, October 23, 2004

Big City Rants

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In a big city, sanity is the domain of a privileged few. A few, who have learnt how to escape it all. The rest of us can resort back to the much worn out "life is a bitch" rhetoric.



One of the things that the small-towner will learn in the scary, big city is that the thing you lose the quickest is your temper. He will realise, anger is an acutely contagious disease out on the streets. Those big city streets where men walk, fists clenched tightly, to find small targets on which they can vent out their professional and domestic angst. The angst that comes from trying to survive the big city. The angst that is so familiar.



Somedays... it's the work that gets to him. On other days... it's the lack of it. Sometimes, it's the rush hour that creates the need to let out a good scream . The air around him is low on oxygen. The water is high on sulphides. The bus ticket costs 15. He has only 10. The people are interesting. The people will take him for a ride.



The small-towner does not relate to these roads. They do not have stories to remind him of. He's been away from home for too long.



Then the small-towner will realise. The big city has finally gotten on his nerves.

Wednesday, October 20, 2004

Ack

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I feel like Vishwamitra.



And my steadfast tapasya is about to be bhango-fied by an entire brigade of frivolous and pretty Apsaras.



Where are my ugly Rakshasa friends when I need them the most?

Monday, October 11, 2004

Sunday, October 10, 2004

Powercut

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A group of kids in my neighbourhood, when the power supply went out on a Sunday evening:



Papa kehte hai bada naam karega

Bijli ka bill tera baap bharega...




It'd been a lot funnier had you seen it in person.

Saturday, October 09, 2004

Jobless as ever

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To Rhea:



Girls, I no longer find scary.

For, once I get Vitamin A, I am no longer wary!

First my milkman used to bring Amul,

But that didn't help me keep my cool.

Now I prefer the local dairy.



To Iyer:



You dont flirt with a fat guy's flame,

Take it from me; experience is thy name!

A jealous fat guy sat on my oblongata medula,

So bad, they scraped me off the floor with a spatula!

So before they put garlands on your photo frame,

Remember son... love is a dangerous game!



Edit, 12 hours later: Look at what this got the The Xcentric into doing! ROTFLMBO!

Saturday, October 02, 2004

Cryptic Moms

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Mom: Beta, how many of you are going to Dehradoon?



Me: 10



Mom: And how many of them are girls?



Me: 6



Mom: Beta... sambhal ke jaana...







Hmmmmmm...

Friday, October 01, 2004

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And life seemed a lot less complicated when someone cute fell asleep on my shoulder.