Sunday, September 28, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Here are the instances of two innocent bystanders who fell prey to my bumblebee obsession.
Innocent Bystander 1
what bumble bee?
me: any bumble bee. you have?
saptarshi: Not much i have been running out of supplies lately
00:45 specially the yellow ones with the black twirls, unno?
me: i want a black one with magenta swirls
saptarshi: magenta, did you say? Wait.00:46 me: yes
saptarshi: Now, in our times, i do remember my grandpa gifting me one of those on my 21st birthday.
saptarshi: My graduation gift of sorts
But i havent seen one in a long long time now.00:47
me: i see
saptarshi: Sad. Really. The way things are going thses days.00:48
No magenta twirl bumble bee at awl!
me: can you look in the attic? maybe it's hidden away with the silverfish?
saptarshi: Oh no. My old bones wont let me. I would have been the kid climbing coconut trees if you had seen me back then, not now.
Oh no. :(
00:49 The silver fish is covered with black soots of silver suphide. Pollution.
00:50 (what a sad sad digression)
00:51 me: what a sordid observation!
but splendid contemplation :P
Innocent Bystander 2
why do you want a bumblebee?
me: i wanta black bumblebee with magenta swirls.
priyanka.kumar23: i thought it was butterflies?
me: now it's bumblebees.Butterflies make people happy
bumblebees make people feel crappy.after they're done with them
priyanka.kumar23: so you want a bumblebee?
me: so you see?
priyanka.kumar23: which you can let fly at people
Ahh yes...I would very much like that.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
In between crocin, thunderous outpourings of threatening rain, dirty muddy feet, concerned telephone calls,endless cups of ada cha, familial worries and steamy chicken soup, I realised that no matter how hard I try and wrestle with these silly frogs in my throat, they will always emerge victorious and I will be the vanguished. The croaking sounds are amusing and can provoke me to break into laughter. Only, the throat hurts too much. To look on the brighter side of things, I have a "grainy voice" now (a la Farhan Akhtar). Only I can't play a guitar and don't have such cool hair :(
In other news, I have two Followers. Rise, Sir Sandy and Sir Saptarshi. You have been knighted!
Sunday, September 7, 2008
"Hey jude, dont make it bad.
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her into your heart,
then you can start to make it better.
Hey jude, dont be afraid.
You were made to go out and get her.
The minute you let her under your skin,
then you begin to make it better. "
I've probably heard the song millions and billions of times before but I've never actually thought about the lyrics as much as I did today. This probably has a lot to do with the fact that I've been sheafing through old scrapbooks and looking at grease-covered pictures of my twelve year old self. It's amazing how age has made me shy away from excellence and perfection. How idealism has been replaced by cynicism.This city has become a city of fragmented dreams,once conjured and of desires,once desired with a pure heart.The invincible demeanour ,the indomitable spirit and the quench for perfection are mere shadows of the Christmas past.
I found a picture of me smiling. A goofy, wide mouthed grin. Standing next to me was the only boy that I have truly loved. The only perfect love.
Maybe, just maybe there's still time to take a sad song and make it better. That's what keeps me going. That glimmer of hope. That one day, I will strive for perfection...again.
(this is a nice mellow cover)
Friday, September 5, 2008
I dislike crows. I know Ted Hughes waxed eloquent about them and Shuvaprasanna painted hoards and hoards of crow pictures after reading all those poems, but I dislike them. Maybe it's because for some strange reason, they're the ones expected to clean up after everyone's had a party. Or maybe I don't like them because I see those things in them that I don't want to see in myself. Or maybe because this is some kind of weird childhood trauma that is finally surfacing. I remember being hauled up for my illegible handwriting and the teacher saying "eta ki kager thang boger thang likheccho"
I feel like Matilda. I am fed up with the Miss Trunchbulls of the world. Some of them are tactless and supercilious enough get the "I'm big you're small " routine over with in a jiffy. Others actually make the effort of appearing magical. The green-golden dragons breathe fire down your throat and expect you to swallow it all without a word, all the time pretending that it's all being done for your benefit. Winged Culprits.
*DRUMROLL after rant*
Maybe, I'll like crows one day. Maybe even learn to love them. Or maybe I'll just invert the egg when it's sunny side down. Whatever :P