Saturday, October 28, 2006

An experiment

They said that I am one among the crowd. But when this tide of mankind overflows into those sweeping trains, with nothing but their small office rooms as destination, I can't restrain myself from smiling.

Tut
Tut
Click.
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Its so wondrous a spectacle to see a sky-scraper go to the dusts. It just bows down from existence.

The men beside me hurled each other away in their urge to see the sight. Somebody screamed. Sirens sounded. Was that the ambulance or the police?
The train was waiting for me. I smiled. It always waits for me, donnit?
I had that cool glasses in my jacket. I took it. Costs a fortune, they said.
Let it go to the feverish crowd .
Not enough.
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T
hey say that I am dangerous. Some say that I am elusive. A nemesis. I love the way things are, let it stay so. A little kid smiled at me.
The train came to a halt.
That was not in the plan, now.
I smiled back.
IIf this is what they call 'life', lemme tell you one thing, its nothing more than an entertaining slick flick. Aaah! Its been so long since I had last seen that constable.Just renewing acquaintance. He saw me too. Bravo. Got to run now.
Ladies - Gentlemen - hermaphrodites who call themselves 'cool dudes'- more gentlemen-more ladies - kids- The Exit - A respectable police officer.
More cool dudes- more respectable officers - more shouts . I say, somebody must have deceived me.Time is less, work is more.
I hate to take beautiful ladies as the bait, I even hate the practise of sticking the knife out at someones throat. Its not fair. Moreover it destroys the style factor. I spotted the unlucky subject. I stuck out the ugly object. Now, I predicate.
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They say that I am cunning. Well, they were wrong.Or else I should have seen this chase coming. I dun like to prespire much during office-hours.
The mobile rang.
" Done "
It was being tapped. The Sonovabitch had deceited me.
But they were true to their word. They had promised they would send the flying object. But, things didn't smell well.
I used my business policy.
When in doubt, ERASE.
I went inside the copter. The pilot was only a Inspector- General.
Pity I don't know to fly.
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Hotels are expensive and risky. Streets are cool and cosy. Nightlights invited me. Later, perhaps. The sirens would be booming at every lodge in the city.Did they find out my name?
Oh!
I don't have one.
Atleast, would they find out what they called me?
A purposeful footstep echoed. I hate purposeful footsteps.
I got up. Took my toy.
There came he. He had the toy too.
Next second, I saw something red sticking out from my chest.
" This is not a film" I caught him saying
" First action, then dialogue"
hmm...
It seems I was not clever at all. But, he wouldn't escape alive.
I smiled.
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Sunday, October 15, 2006

Signs of a Future?

It was the beginning. The fire ball was sinking on the Horizon, sending its image across the oceans. There were fresh tears in my eyes, which looked at the powerless moon standing years above. My pocket was empty, my heart was heavy, the sands were wet.

When the moon had sprung into life, I slowly got up.

I felt an uncomfortable sigh behind me.

"Your journey is ended Kid. All things happen for a reason. You are free now. I have come to take you home."

I didn’t open my mouth. It was too much for it too, I guess. I didn’t give a damn who the guy was. I started hearing deafening roars from the ocean sleeping beside me. It disrupted the peace that had existed before. The whole place changed into a havoc hectic crowd wailing and screaming at everything. Mothers carrying their babies, running directionless, fathers looking restrained. The Sun hid itself from everyone, it didn’t want to see this. The man beside me blinked his eyes and shuffled his feet.

“So this is it” I felt myself at tranquility. It is, eventually, once and for all, over.

That was my story, the story of my life on Earth………The after-life is different.

Life is , or rather was, a rather over-grown pumpkin….. because it doesn’t make any sense just like the comparison itself . I felt myself lifting, Lifting from existence, lifting from gravity, lifting from reality. I had one last look at the place where I had belonged.

Waves thrashed the shores ecstatically, sweeping away millions of lives, freeing millions of souls.

I was still me. A light flickered. All that I could see was darkness. There was no sound.

I felt somebody was nearby even if I couldn’t see it.

“Welcome” I heard somebody say but I had this queer feeling that it wasn’t my ears that picked it up.

Sure of somebody’s existence, I blurted out a question that had been nagging me for sometime.

“Who am I ?”

Silence

“Am I alive?”

Silence

Silence

I didn’t know what to do. So I kept concentrating on the source of the flickering light.

I had no legs, it was a funny feeling. I didn’t have to move, I didn’t feel like. The flickering light would follow me wherever I went, the rest would envelope in darkness.

“Your reason is inappropriate”

I was startled. I found out that I still had the emotion fear. It was not there a moment ago. I felt like somebody chaining me. Depriving me of the new-found freedom, freedom from existence. I now became what I was before, human. I couldn’t bear it.

“No! I am dead” I yelled with my mouth.

No echo, No reply. Nothing.

I had this terrible nauseating feeling. Loneliness, I found the word. My legs dragged me wobbly across something below.

I was thinking about the words I had heard a moment before. My reason was inappropriate, it seemed.

“Sorry, it took me time.”

“What!?” I yelled even before I could restrain my mouth.

“You have to go back”

“Are you God?” I asked, without my mouth, calmly to my own brain.

“If I am God, then what are you?” It replied. I had a feeling that It was chuckling when it said this.

“Where am I?”

“I can tell it to you but I am afraid I would have to erase your memory.”

“Why?”

“Because you are going back to what you call ‘life’”

I was determined to oppose but there were a million processes going on in my brain, it was difficult to single out one among them.

In the end I managed a “what?”

“Sorry you were not to be here. This is the first case ever.”

“Am I god?”

What is god?”

“ Oh! I get it...I am”

That was the last I saw of GOD.

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Saturday, October 14, 2006

Stavromula Beta - Oh! how I wish I was there (No mentioning in this post)

Damn our Physics teacher! I have never ever had the oppurtunity to open my eyes when she is teaching. It is IMPOSSIBLE. I don't have any specific interest in the topic, anyway. So what's the topic that interests me? hmm...English! ofcourse! Not the stupid chapters that they have in our book where the old hag goes and sits in the Verandah of a postoffice for five years, waiting for a letter, and then dies one fine morning.
I am crazy, it's only when the clock lurkes near the midnight zone that actually my brain starts to do something..viz..think. All the other times, it thinks it does. Atleast it does think so. Fair enough.
Analyze, myself - Superficial, well that's my favourite word these days because I can use it for any body I see on the street.
Girls! Their existence on this planet has enveloped my existence. I care more for winning their hearts than my studies. Mate, the drought I am feeling now is inexplainable. My whole motto (Oh!I don't have one) of life is to keep one girl as the primary option and others as subsidiary. But the problem that has sprung up now is that the Primary seat is vacant. Subsidiaries have by the time established their own industries at the other side.
Hmm...really girls kill me and are killing my future too. I have this hell of an idea that your quality of life depends upon your calibre in Maths and physics. And I don't claim to be good at both of them.
Blame it on that woman. She goes on drawling about Nuclear Fission and Fusion in such vigour that we half the time think about the spelling mistakes she commits on the blackboard. Blame it on me. I only go on wanting to be good at it but don't even have the slightest enthusiasm to click the mouse.
Better stick to what you are good at, I guess. That is to say, make girls go "aaaah! chweet" with fake speeches made up of chocolates that most girls like. Atleast, I can take pride in the fact that I have bowled over some of them with my superficiality.
I am happy, anyway, and that does make a difference. Criticize me now and I would go on smiling as if nothing better could happen, well...nothing better could happen. I don't know why but it all seems so funny to me now. I really do think this is the "lull before the storm" they keep on saying. Look at my life...everything has happened according to my whims and fancies, well..almost most of the things I can think of. Boy! this really feels good.
Being in 10th is like being in heaven. Teachers wont conduct tests because they think you study all the time and what more if you get good marks they don't come as close as about a mile to interfere with whatever you do. Enjoy it when it lasts, boy! I can imagine myself sitting here on 14-10-07 going 'boo-aaaggh' at my schedule.
Its past midnight.The cracks have mutated into ugly lively forms.The rats keep on poking the nest it has made for itself in the ventilator. hmm...now where is that headphone?

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Some good ones

5.
The God's message to the creation - " We are sorry for the inconvenience".


4.

The first words:
" In the beginning the Universe was created.........This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move"


3.
Arthur said, "It says in the brochure that I can have a special prayer, individually tailored to me and my special needs."
The old man said, "heres the prayer for you. It goes like this - Protect me from knowing what I don't need to know. Protect me from even knowing that there are things to know that I don't know. Protect me from knowing that I decided not to know about the things that I decided not to know about. Amen"
"Theres another prayer that goes with it and is very important" continued the old man " It goes, 'Lord, Lord,lord....'It's best to put in that bit, just in case. You can never be sure."Protect me from the consequences of the above prayer."
2.

I refuse to prove that I exist," says God, "for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing."

"But," says me, "the Babel fish is a dead giveaway, isn't it? It could not have evolved by chance. It proves you exist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you don't. QED."

"Oh dear," says God, "I hadn't though of that" and promply vanishes in a puff of logic.


1.
Here is a sample from 'Hitchhiker's Guide Galaxy':
The Universe-some information to help you live in it
1. Area: Infinite
The hitchhiker's Guide to Galaxy offers the definition of the word 'infinite'
Infinite: Bigger than the biggest thing ever and some. Much bigger than that infact, amazingly immense, a totally stunning size, real "wow, that's big"time. Infinity is is just so big that, by comparison, bigness itself looks a bit twitchy.

2. Imports: None
It is impossible to import things into an infinite area, there being no outside to import things in from.

3. Exports: None
See imports

4. Population: None
It is known that there are infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinte amount of space for them to be in. However, not evryone of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination.
5. Monetary Units: None.
In fact there are three freely convertible currencies in the Galaxy, but none of them count. The Altairan Dollar has recently collapsed, the Flaninian Pobble Bead is only exchangeable for other Flaninian Pobble Beads, and the Triganic Pu has its own very special problems. Its exchange rate of eight Ningis to one Pu is simple enough, but since a Ningi is a triangular rubber coin six thousand eight hundred miles across each side, no one has ever collected enough to own one Pu. Ningis are not negotiable currency because the Galactibanks refuse to deal in fiddling small change. From this basic premise it is very simple to prove that the Galactibanks are also the product of a deranged imagination.
6. Art: None.
The function of art is to hold the mirror up to nature, and there simply isn't a mirror big enough - see point one.
7. Sex: None.
Well, in fact there is an awful lot of this, largely because of the total lack of money, trade, banks, art, or anything else that might keep all the non-existent people of the Universe occupied.
However, it is not worth embarking on a long discussion of it now because it really is terribly complicated. For further information see Guide Chapters seven, nine, ten, eleven, fourteen, sixteen, seventeen, nineteen, twenty-one to eighty-four inclusive, and in fact most of the rest of the Guide.

Thursday, October 05, 2006

In love with whad-daya-call-it!

This guy sucks big time
Trying to impress goodies
And writing poems, ironically,
to hide up his whad-da-ya-call-it
This guy is shoved into me
I didn't want him to be me
I guess, I am in love with him
Becoz, the self-pitied don't succeed
I goddam want him to succeed
Becoz then I can feel how it wud be to
I want him to flock around gals
But I guess that's one thing he cant do, pals
This guy feels he is goddam hero or something
And thats exactly why he is defaming himself!
So that if any goody reads this
She would fall for his whad-da-ya-call-it.

Sunday, October 01, 2006

23:55 to 00:32

I am sitting here. 5 minutes to go before its going to be officially Gandhiji's birthday. 4 mins left now. I have Kailash Kher's worldy voice echoing in my ears. Without purpose, I go on typing something.
It's certainly pointless. I don't know what to call the 'it'....some may describe it as 'life'.
What have I got to do now?
The answer is simple.
Social Assignment.
Its now October 2. Oh! no thers still 42 seconds to go.
Ok..A frend has now signed in to chat.
It has already consumed 2 mins.
I wasn't flirting? Was I now!
Bah! who cares :D
Ok...I got rid of her or rather she got rid of me. hehe
"So Govind, are you going to sleep today?" asks me
"Hmm.... I haven't considered the option yet" replies I
The songs have ended. A lovely chocolate box lies beside me with its mouth-watering contents. I am growing fatter and am trying to reduce my intake of junk food. But there is something about these chocolate boxes that tend to make you imagine that the contents taste more than they actually do.
Ok Ok. I know a piece won't do me much harm. Thats on its way to the small intestine now.
12:15.
Hey! what about trying to make "the longest blog in the world". Sounds quite attractive, ain't it? The Guinnes Book of Records says - The longest blog is by....nah!
I have the GOTY edition of Unreal Tournament near me. Was never interested in the game anyway.
12:20
Thers absolute silence if you ignore the routine croaking of the you-know-what insect.
Lets describe the room now. Exactly behind me lies the Pooja Muri, the walls are empty except for some cracks that show that the can mutate into something uglier given the chance, A fan that doesn't creak or croak as it doesn't have the Amperes to do so, a window that is half open.
12:25
Boring.
But I won't sleep. Hey! Guess what? Type "Govind V" in google and the first result is this long-nosed guy. I have to be worried now. What if my teachers.......nah! the possibilty is only remote, BUT it still exists :( .
Now the messenger list says everybody's offline. You never know who's invisible, you know.
12:30
I suck!
12:35
There is still 5 minutes to go for 12:35 but I thought I wuld fill in, in-case I failed to make it.
Yeah! I won't make it.

So long and thanks for all the Fish!

Seriously Joking II

I want you to say what I want to hear
Whenever I see you, Iwant to come near
But even if i am near, you dont see me, dear
Oh! Please do come near
For your eyes are so innocent
So much so that my heart has went-
off to faraway heavens
Your cheeks are so rose
That even the best rose laments
When you fade from my eyes, I am at a loss
If you talk to me, I wud be 'knocked-out'
Or else my lips will sway about
Hey! Where have you gone?
For last three days, I've been all alone
What!! you are moving outta the place
And all these times were just a waste?!!!
Aaah! I still have the new family to meet
Seems that they 've a beautiful daughter, so sweet.