Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Fed up
WHAT about all of that makes me so unnatural, hopeless and 'corrupted' to a blinded, older generation that are incapable of seeing any farther than their prejudiced, crooked, hooked noses?
Also, what happened to the age-old adage, which I've taken the liberty to edit, slightly; 'If you have nothing nice to say, then keep your thoughts to yourself and SHUT THE HELL UP.'
Or or...how about...'When I want your opinion, I'll be sure to YELL FOR IT AND BEG YOU TO SHOVE IT DOWN MY THROAT. Otherwise, again, I repeat, SHUT THE HELL UP.'
If myself and my immediate family members are understanding, supportive and accepting of my decision to CREATE A LIFE FOR MYSELF, then I really do not appreciate the backwardness of this society shoving their displaced prejudices and misunderstandings of the accepted societal norms and traditions down our throats. Our only concern should be having to deal with missing one another, and most definitely NOT with 'what people are going to say and think.' But heck. these people are corrupting my family members heads. I wonder what would befall.
I'm a person with plans. I'm not going to sit back and dream about them one day coming true. I'm going to make sure they come true, and I'm going to actively work on ensuring that things happen for me. If that makes me abnormal, atypical, destined to forever sprint down the wrong and evil path, inappropriate, stupid for turning my back on the comforts of irresponsible living, deviant even...then so be it!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
m-old
we mold ourselves
freely at first…
we are
what we want to be...
but then,
'tick tock'…
the clay hardens
and dries us up
in a shape we cannot escape from...
and we are
only
what we became.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Shadows
Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go
Round with the Sun-illumin'd Lantern held
In Midnight by the Master of the Show
~ Omar Khayyám; Edward FitzGerald
Sunday, September 7, 2008
An ode to the art of silliness
My niece likes to sing
She'd be sitting in the drawing room, with her dad, riveting all her senses on to that jigsaw puzzle, until she arranges it right. As my room is close to the drawing room and the door is wide open, as is mine, and we're each on our respective tasks - her tools are a jigsaw cards, toys and toys. My tools are my flying fingers, my desktop keyboard and my books scattered around - she sings, and I continue along.
And all the while, she's be singing to herself and I can hear her, singing it out:
kabhi kabhi aditi .....zindagi mein yuhi.... apna lagta hai
kabhi kabhi aditi woh bichad jaaye to.... lagta hai
kabhi kabhi to lage zindagi mein rahi naa khushi aur naa mazaa
kabhi kabhi to lage....................
Sometimes she switches, and starts singing nursery rhymes:
elley the elephant goes
this way and that
she is so very big
she is so very fat........
And then she continues with her song:
aise mein koi kaise muskuraye kaise hass de khush hoke aur kaise koi soch le everything gonna be okay
sonch zara jaane jaa tujhko hum kitna chahte hai
raat ke baad hi to savera hota hai..
(Then she hums a little 'cause I don't think she knows the words)
In response, I start playing in my iTunes the songs she's singing, and I blasted for her.
That's her cue to toss aside all her things and toy stuffs. In seconds, she's in my room, and I, also in response, jump out of my chair, and of course, we start dancing. And we start jumping from one bed to its sister bed before falling and twisting our ankles.
With the music reverberating throughout the house, it grasps my mother's attention, and she scurries downstairs to see what all the fuss is about. My brother subsequently start screaming and we just nod our heads in agreement. And after some time, she return back to my room asking to play it again.
This time, we started producing strange, scary noises and scared the hell outta everyone!
Man! that kid cracks me up!
Friday, September 5, 2008
Anger Management Therapy
aaaahhhh
I have been carving so long looking various means to vent down my anger and I think blogging is just the place!
It was just another terrific day. I was strucked in the damn traffic for like 5 HOURS!! on the same route which takes not more than 15 minutes to travel and had a so called near death experience of a life time. Okay! here's a quick sneek peek, I was driving my car back home from lab. The the day was splendidly marvellous with that quenching sun and unbearable 40 degree heat. I drove happily for few minutes and thats when I found myself in traffic I definitely had no reason to be stuck in! It's one thing to be caught in traffic but its just another thing to be caught in traffic that is UNNECESSARY!
If I would have been late for about quarter minute, sure that bastard lorry driver would have knocked my car down. And tell you what, it is not something new in Hyderabad now. Whether you see a BMW or some tin can with wheels, you have a maverick driver behind the wheel. Every one happily violates the traffic rules. If you try to follow these "nonexistent" rules, others make you look like a chump. There is total disregard for others' safety. Traffic signals do not mean anything more than blipping lights around the corner. I sometimes, don't figure whether it's just a mad rush or men trying to get their pregnant wives to a hospital, everyone seems to be in crisis to reach "somewhere" in a jiffy.
This is a pretty common sight you getto see in Hyderabad
Thursday, September 4, 2008
aberration
is always more than what it is…
we are greedy by nature
and thus
we get the more
instead of the truth.