odd scribbles of an Illustrious oddball

2009-01-24T08:11:00.000-08:00

Your pompous photography
the orange flourishes
on juhu beach
and chowpatty sands
are only
your desperate attempts to
show you've progressed ,
done better than your dad
ever could think of .

It's an age of upstarts.

What i feel for you
is close to pity
but
far from empathy.
The Bom Bahiya
of the portuguese
has been kind to you
and why not?
(Bombay toh kisiko bhuka nahi sulata hai nah!)

Don't look for me
in the koli fisherwomen
i don't smell of crab
(i'm only a cancerian)
or pomfret.
Don't sell your story
to wannabe journalists
in the dim light
of their cheap flats.
They don't want your story
they just like
genes that transmit
good looks.

Slumdog tales don't sell
it's the brilliance of
british film making
that fetch nominations
the problems
in Colaba and Mazegaon
remain as they were.

she'll laugh at your story
you fool
in her cabin
so go
do what you
do best
play!

p.s. this is to inform deya & beadysea that this is utterly random. so no worries. and bombay could have been pune or Goa, just that i'm reading Rushdie & loving it.

2009-01-04T23:34:00.000-08:00

Amidst ever changing violet
did you think
you discovered love too?
within the boundaries
of musty
tranquil sarani
you can never realize love
the way he'd want you to.
so off he went
he'd never have known
that there was a tranquil sarani
once
and forever-
it was a mobile phone you used
won't help looking up codes in fat books anymore
(is tranquil sarani even registered?)
it will disturb you a little though
make you throw a few things
make your head hurt
(but that it always did)
make you irritable-
the ways of professional glamour,
you'll miss knowing a star
but soon
you will be okay.

2008-11-27T23:08:00.000-08:00

Sunset at
Tranquil Sarani
is bleaker
than you thought
and nude
as it were.
Hardly Richmond street
but blind .

The energy is concentrated
in the navel
when you dance
but the dusk eats away
into you
..

2008-10-16T23:29:00.000-07:00

a tear drop each
for the baby
that dies
every night .

2008-09-17T22:34:00.001-07:00

A new kid arrives. A real star kid.Good,looking,chic & suave.Comes directly into our drawing rooms after a much pompous opening.

Star Jolsha,it is.

method package :k factory ish glamour. suspense. routine laughter shows. and a chat show,signature ritu da. not bad.

but i have major issues with the catchline. what's with bangali'r bodlano?kano bodlabe bangali?

p.s. ( from diya's blog : Crazy Frog on viswakarma pujo?? CRAZY!! bodlachhi naki? ei shereche!!)

2008-09-13T09:04:00.000-07:00

I slept through the day practically. was rude to baba. was very irritable.

and when i woke up to star anando's announcement about the serial blasts and the newsreader saying ''auto r modhhe ekta poribaar chinnobhinno hoye gayche'' all i thought was ..i need to talk to beadysea. yes selfish interests!

I pray for the safety of all and my sister who is away from home.

no point praying about God putting sense into the heads of people who engineer all this. but let's all pray that they don't succeed anymore and we have the capital shift to normalcy again.

The World In A Bus ..

2008-09-08T08:35:00.000-07:00

Working women. Office time. Kolkata traffic. signal.jam.oborodh. and a BUS.
The ladies' special.
These women have clearly found a whole new life within a vehicle. And they are more than proud to tell oblivious men ''dada namun namun ladies bus eta'' and some take morbid delight in clapping vigorously when a man who unknowingly boards this bus is asked to get down by the conductor. yes. what joy it gives them is not for me to know.i'm more then happy to see the bus turn into college street and even more glad to get down and rush to MA's class for which i'm invariably always late.no they don't amuse me,these women.they irritate me.probably they are happy that atleast they have something all to themselves.They have become best of friends in due course.They reserve seats for each other.Shout shamelessly.go into fits of laughter and almost fall off their seats.crack " hardly funny, farah khan's brother ish" jokes.They talk about their 'talented' sons and their busy schedules,their husbands and bodmaash shashuris.Their Bosses and colleagues. And every other thing under the sun. They carry with them whatever they've shopped for the pujos to show their 'friends'. yes. they give a whole new dimension to bitching,gossiping and suchlike. and some of them have such awesome ,imposing bodies that i never get a place to sit before the bus has well crossed esplanade where the well fed ones get down.they make me wonder :thank heavens!for thin people.Imagine if you put all healthy people( for a bengali fat is healthy) in a poor bus? just bhaba jainah!!
wow! aunties,you all have given me a topic to blog about ( thank you!) and i've given you footage.

2008-09-02T06:55:00.000-07:00

These days I tend to have too much of deja vu .. you know.. like been there done that ish feeling at disturbingly close intervals.

Do I really experience that or am I just too intent on wanting weird things to happen to me as the mundane is boring me to death?

don't know!

But whatever it be ,it occurs at disturbingly close intervals and I'm hating it.

I seem to have met everybody before,been at every place and the craziest is most of what I do is like a repition of things I've done before.(doesn't make sense? can't help it!)

....

Okay ,any of you who want to absolutely hate someone who like,secretly like or admire?

you ridicule him publicly ,say they suck yet like them?

like Shaw said Shakespeare sucked ,yet loved his works and eventually went on to say Twelfth Night is the most delightful comedy he ever read?

have such rivals who you can't help but love??

well,it's a case of anxiety of influence!

and for who thought ok!this is what I've learnt in class today?

yes sortof.

Ma Aashchen ..

2008-08-30T08:56:00.000-07:00

copyright credit :Sohini Dey.

status :trapped in alipore.heart at 86/1.
occupation: photographer,lyadkhor
leisuretime activity :eetihaash chorcha,alipore campus.

2008-08-09T05:39:00.000-07:00

Of late one word has been on my mind : fake.I've been thinking too much about all that is fake and all that isn't a little too much of late and yes it has been troubling me to say the least.The same faces that smile at you bitch about you when you are not around.
and talking of bitching, it too is the most contagious thing around. When one or two start all the rest follow and make it a trend. So idiosyncratic bitches take a bow, you inspire a whole galaxy of women to follow into your footsteps. And men are awesome bitches too, more innovative, articulate ,antagonistic and detailed than women. * speaking from experience look*
Done with bitching(for now) , now digressing.
sometimes i wonder what do i really love about 86/1 ?! i think the very fact that i'm there is what i love.its about the general ''campus life'' , not individuals who constitute that life.Do i really love them? Shall i miss them for being ''them'' after 2 years?? don't think so. will just miss being at presi,will miss that life .will miss them collectively for they've become so much a part of it(bitches included,will miss them more).will miss them more of out habit then friendship which in itself is so apparent.
i'm sounding very different , very unlike me (for those who know me). but trust me that's how all of us feel. ''will miss you like crazy ,okhankar(whatever place)number ta dish'' is all random, out of habit.

P.S. In case i didn't make sense ,i'm not sorry!

2008-08-04T08:43:00.001-07:00

aaj apato bimorsho din e ..ek mathro bhalo lagaa muhurto..deya r phone ... 10 minute kotha,toh ki?
setaai onek... finally something that isn't fake.
aar ekta baaje haircut korey aashar por beadysea r shashon ''nesha koronah''.. ''ei blog kornah''(which has borne this) , ''tomai bhalo lagche,chobi tule mail koro'' ....
thank heavens for soul sisters
:)

SOHOR CIRCA.

2008-06-18T01:10:00.000-07:00

ei sohor jane aamar prothom shob kichu..

2008-06-16T23:32:00.000-07:00

now i'm at my books coz i spent all my book-time here.

and will be back to the act soon :D

2008-06-15T23:40:00.000-07:00

Shanties along railroad tracks,
club tents upholding centuries of pride,
the water logged fields,
slimy now,
send a spasmodic pang
through the ribs of
the ancient inscriptions
and the sniggers
wound the gut and
soul of century old monuments,
yet colonial vibrations
of legacy
in the wobbly legs of mahagony
benches and the lobby,
all live on
even on rainwashed
afternoons
...
Growing multiplexes ,
pitied against oriental bazaars,
vendors,
and the relished puffed rice.
Trams coming round the bend,
only to stop again,
they've become almost
extinct,
but still ride on,
the few that remain,
following the assigned tracks,
even on
rainwashed days
..

P.S. This is not poetry.only word-collage.

2008-05-21T08:41:00.000-07:00

There were green knights
and green bogeys
peeping out of flared nostrils
patches of brown behind
unclipped nails
and also a princess in
pink drapes and
the proverbial prince
on horseback.
There were rooms stacked
with picture books
and the wooden trunk of a doll
but your dreams had died
in the corners of dried lachrymose
and behind the red
shame inflicted cheekmarks
of dry water
stroked roughly
with sore knuckles.
No poet anywhere
wept
but your poetry
suffered sclerosis
and the marmalade skies
so long preserved fled
to happier worlds of utopian stench
and your sixteen year old
fluid filled spaces
were besotted with alien
moonless skies
and diminishing drops
of alkaline sepia.

2008-05-09T08:32:00.000-07:00

Gotokaal aamio aar paancha bangalir moton beshorkari songbadmadhomme 'Rabindro Onurag' dekhechi. Bikele shobhajatra jawar somoy barandaay dariechi,gaan shunechi...

tobe gotokaal, bhristi ,tomar opor boro raag hochhilo,tomaai chaichilam bote tobe orom ekta somoy noe... nrishongsho bhabe ekta kuri kuri match er aayu komiye dile?

obisshi blessing in disguise o hote pare... oi 8 over khela hole chobi ta ono rokom hote parto tai gotokaalker praaptigulo r modhhe tomai rakhchi,bhristi.benifit of doublt dichhi,r ki.

aar praapti bolte moharaj da r phire pawa form, SRK r Kobiguru ke ' Tagore Sa'ab' bole sommodhon kora( *wry smile*) aar srk r engreji onibaad abbriti.

tobe joto ta bhoy pachhilam aamra..aamra oneke serom holona kichu..

sohorbaashi niraash koreni prio sohor ke , take niye jabotiyo culture sochetonota r boraay ( jeta aamio kori,tobe majhe majhe aadikheta r porjaaye chole jai) kornewalader matha het hoyni... udham naach hoyni,keu oshontosh prokash koreni toh tate...aar darde disco r beats r phake koyek minute r bhristi bheja 'Kobi Bondona' shusto bhabei holo toh...

2008-05-03T05:35:00.000-07:00

I had presented him shadowy truths
in candlelit layettes and starry drapes,
truths adorned in a balconyful of
moonshine and buckets of
starlit evenings.
Old time waffles and
blurred moments that embraced
enormous oceans
over time and coffee cups.
Truths,
drenched in shadows of purple
evenings and tales
of breezy intimacy that don't sell
yellow parchments and sepia-stained poetry
in crimson cupped hands.
I died the night he undressed them,
revived their souls and brought them
to life and
my ghost looked on at
the cruel April afternoons ,
breezy may evenings and purple stains
of the cycle of seasons.
I had died when rain
washed away the dusky intensity
of July.

2008-04-30T23:49:00.000-07:00

I just decided i quite like facebook!

its fun for all its lameness and randomness.

and it gets interesting with every application as pun(k)star gets

interesting with every pun. *wink*

everyone is utterly ''pissed off'' so am I.Hah!

and its too hot!phew!

and before i get back to poetry again,you shall have to bear with my random roobish

coz i can't do without updating :D

POMPOUS!

2008-04-30T22:46:00.000-07:00

I'm so glad i'm unsmart :D

2008-04-28T21:34:00.000-07:00

People have started thinking, thinking hard at that, some even deciding what to do after three years.

I'm still trying to figure out what to KNOW to be able to WRITE after i-dunno-maybe-fifty-days!

so I'm a good close to three years behind in thought! academic thought, that is.

so I AM?

ancient?archaic? primitive?

huh!none of that. an academic non-enthusiast,that's all!

and i sincerely DON'T believe in the ''proving'' shit!

all the best and congrats.a happyhappy post!

2008-04-21T05:16:00.000-07:00

All the best to you guys.those taking their closing sem that is.people do very well.for a change the attention diverts from the jheelpaar and the canteenS (you guys have six nah?) to the classrooms and books.but that too shall pass and you'll be back to business.cheers!

beads,do very well in your second paper and take everything that troubles you right out of your system ASAP!*hugs*
deya ,do well in your tests.i know you will.muah!

congrats, dadabhai and honey.may you be blessed with happiness and many kids.*smiles and hugs*
congrats rana da and mampa di.we're all waiting for the baby.god bless.

sillypostbearwithmeishallbeokaysoon...

2008-04-16T00:22:00.000-07:00

Have you met ANYBODY who gives power even in its cheapest form a miss?

I haven't.

mole ke 'beauty spot' bolle je haashi ta haashtish,aaj seta boddo mone porche.infact gotokal ghumate jawar somoy e mone porchilo.no no,this is not the oh-i-miss-you-too-much-shit.

only the laughter i'm talking about...

I know I don't have my priorities right.and I still don't want them right.

Jani,aami khub boka,khub e

...

2008-04-13T22:32:00.000-07:00

Basic tunes
born out
of the solitary
ancient reed
of the minstrel's
clarinet
engulf an
eternity of sunsets
and kiss away
the tides of
change.
Crystal fragments
and glassy spectres
of broken lyrics
drowned
in the blue of
your soul
peep out from
blue graves
and merge into
the landscape
giving us
rainbow coloured songs
that
a heart
wrapped carefully
in stars and
liquid pain
dances to,
with soul-wringing
intensity.

Tagged by bebe!(i've lived up to the expectation)

2008-04-11T08:13:00.000-07:00

1. LAST MOVIE YOU SAW IN A THEATER ? Men In Black . ages back. lol.
2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING? Jaya Shura r Golpo.
3. FAVORITE BOARD GAME? ludo.
4. FAVORITE MAGAZINE? 86/1( amader khudro little magazine) and Graphiti.
5. FAVORITE SMELLS? kerosene , petrol , ink(chelpark),new and old books alike,paint.
6. FAVORITE SOUND? dad's snores.
7. WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD? nothing really .
8. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE? i'm late for the first period.
9. FAVORITE FAST FOOD PLACE? Chinis' , Dilkhusha, Dosaman outside 86/1.
10. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME: Mrittika for the girlchild. Cheler naam Megh rakhbo.
11. FINISH THIS STATEMENT,"If i had a lot of money i would...duh!! khorcha kortam abar ki?!
12.DO YOU DRIVE FAST? drive? haha!
13. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL? nooo way!
14. STORMS-COOL OR SCARY? depends.
15. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR? white one,lal aalo joltoh,police r gaari r moton awaz hoto.
16. FAVORITE DRINK? water, orangedrink(*winks at bebe*), sprite,daab r jol.
17. FINISH THIS STATEMENT, "IF I HAD THE TIME I WOULD :let it pass me by!
18. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS ON BROCCOLI? dhurr!
19. IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOR, WHAT WOULD BE YOUR CHOICE? expert rah bhalo bujhbe tao purple koraabo bhabhi!
20. NAME ALL THE DIFFERENT CITIES/TOWNS YOU HAVE LIVED IN:none except calcutta!aar kothao jawar shokh o nei!
21. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? soccer. ek somoy ektu beshi pagla chilam,match r aage strategy bhajtam,etc., ekhon uud kome geche:P and cricket ofcourse.and btw aami kintu khela dekhi kheloaar noe!
22. ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU:she's my bebe,sis from anoda mada . among other things,she is a woman with a difference:)
23. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED?trunks.dust too.
24. WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE BORN AS YOURSELF AGAIN?obviously!
25. MORNING PERSON, OR NIGHT OWL?somewhere in between.
26. OVER EASY, OR SUNNY SIDE UP?sunny side up:)
27. FAVORITE PLACE TO RELAX? baari!
28. FAVORITE PIE? khainah!
29. FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?chocolate!vanilla.strawberry.
30. OF ALL THE PEOPLE YOU TAGGED THIS TO, WHO'S MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND FIRST? dunno!
I Tag Darkling,Little boxes and Clouds.

Transience

2008-04-03T04:40:00.000-07:00

The smoke
from the wasted
last beedi,
now a stub
reminiscent of
wouldhavebeen insidious puffs,
left
patterns in the air,
patterns christened
Nostalgia
at noontime.
Sleeping lines and
standing lines
from
decade old copybook infested
attics
and half circles from
the random riddles of days
put together
and bestowed a title-
childhood.
Their constancy enamoured
me so
I rushed to get
my palette
but before I could
barely mix the colours
they disappeared,
all the lines and circles
hopped
back to the attics
and soiled
comic book pages
of yesteryears,
Nostalgia
died
into the noon.

2008-03-28T23:40:00.000-07:00

I eat your effervescent
laughter
your smirks
and your secrets
that lurk
behind
the hush ups and lopsided grin,
that familiar half-smile.
I drink
your sighs
and smoke filled exclaims
which leave benign
tumours of frisson
in my vortical
soul,
fast melting
to meet your liquid shadow.
Under the clear blue
sky,
I lacerate gently
the white skin
of conventional standards
of sobriety and
sanity.
My being,
fast melting
takes off to
the purple skies
of utopian lands,
only to meet your
liquid shadow,
fast solidifying.

2008-03-25T22:42:00.000-07:00

I've
brought them back
from the surge
of azure oceans,
every lucky charm
every little fetish
and the false
eyelashes
stained with silent
tears
sharing tell-tales
of curious exclaims.
The hazel promises
which chocked
in infancy
at the lachrymal
contours
of your eyes,
and mine
I've brought them
back too
every little piece
with their
gaping zigzags and
scarlet zilch,
now I shall
kiss the lacunae
and fill them up
with last year's
ashes
of the yule- logs.

Tagged !!

2008-03-25T06:43:00.000-07:00

A is for acrobatics.the ones that happen in the mind.

B is for bonee.my shona shona bonee.also boimela.sanskritik dushon rodh korte je boimela aamra chai e chai! peyechi.

C is for Caedmon. swapne kobita peye gelo.aamio koto kichu pawar swapno dekhi...*sigh*

D is for deja vu. praayei hoe :P

E is for era. joog. joog er shuru . joog er oboshaan.

F is for fyaataru . jaara swapno dekhi aar opobaad bohon kori je aamra ghorer kheye boner mosh tarai. aamra bawal di. system tomai bodlaboi..aha~ki prottoy!!

G is for garn! ( in the manner of Eliza Doolittle). or gosh!

H is for hridoy.also hatred.hating with all your heart?

I is for Isle of Man.okhane biraaj kori.sotti !!!

J is for jyaathamo. pseudo-knowingness(eta abar ki?) .or mere pakami.

K is for ket/keth. jeta aamra onekei maarte byaasto thaki :D

L is for laconic. kom kotha.olpe onek kichu bola.abar kichu na bola...

M is for Mon Ami.meaning beloved.happens to be my good name too.

N is for nyaaka . suffix ta nai ba add korlam *wink*

O is for ''Oranges for Christmas''. a book within a book. well,ei boita aami porini but i like the name .and the concept.Tony Parson r ekta boi te i came across it.

P is for PRESIDENCY.My life. Period.

Q is for quips. i love quips.nijeo kore thaki.

R is for race.the reverse race.jetate aamar moto lyaadkhor ra douraai.not the rat race.lol.damn that!

S is for sky.azure.purple.royal blue.crimson.i love it in all moods.

T is for taare zameen par. the movie. and the lil 'uns.

U is for U- turn. of the roads. the mind. and life.

V is for very or vary.very good.vary bad.variable.relative.

W is for watch.watch out! watch on...

X is for xylophone.aamar ekta chilo.bichchiri green rong er.

Y is for yellow.yellow leaves.yellow parchments.nostalgia.an era.

Z is for zilch.

P.S. aami formatting e suck kori. aami onek kom jene beche aachi.eishob technical jinish jani nah.

so bear with me.

and i've used onek onek bangla. that should be okay i hope!

I tag all who want to be tagged :P

Foetus Unborn

2008-03-01T23:33:00.000-08:00

The paradigm
of words
and phrases
woven
unconsciously
in the yarns
of my mind
die
a million deaths
painlessly.
The imagery
and parlance,
tulips and snow,
and the forest
dense,
die
a million deaths
painlessly
night after night.
Sleep shrouds
the loud orange
sky,
the fleeting images
of the old clockmakers'
solitary paper-shaded
lightbulb
antique clocks and
their paralysed hands,
fozen time
across metal numericals
wither away
against symmetrically
chewn mulberry
as the silkworms
burn into the
night
eating through
the vorticist's
vividly brushstroked
walls.
The mind
is a milky vortex
next morning,
only the pillow case
is wet
with last night's
sepia.

iamasleep!

2008-03-01T02:27:00.000-08:00

" Ball and socket

joint

I roll a joint

suck smoke

Mapusa Mapusa . "

I bought BLACK MILK today.

YES.

A random book off college street .In the summer of 94 someone had gifted this book with his 'highest regard' to a bloke who had little regard for it.He sold it.

I have it now.It feels good after the bombscare thingy and the dosa.I'll do well in the next test.

anotherdayat86/1

2008-03-01T02:03:00.000-08:00

Not much.Not much.Just sniffer dogs.Bomb squad.A very busy Pappu da.A half-amused,half bewildered Palash.Apparently indifferent Pramod da.Giggling students.Regular jokes.Media attention(as is the order of the day at premiere places).A fucked up test.Yummy masala dosa.

86/1iwastherethreeautumnsbackbutididntevenlookatyou!

2008-02-26T07:25:00.000-08:00

Two autumns back or was it three?....well,one autumn afternoon I had gone there.We had.Three fools looking for a place called COFFEE HOUSE.I was so excited.First time I debated and coming second was commendable I thought.How much was the book coupon worth?It was priceless.I had won it blasting refugee influx.It was special.However, we couldn't find the place.S asked somebody.He was confused himself.He said he couldn't find his way either.Yet he kept walking behind us . I got paranoid as usual. S turned back and all she said was ''sonovabitch''.
I didn't see him again.
We walked.Back and Forth.Asked a group of giggling females...er..i mean ladies.Found the place.I took ''Five Point Someone'' .I think.S wanted many books.Naipaul and all.All she had was her prize coupon.Then we met an uncle who bought her those books.No hadn't met him before.I remember him saying something about children not reading books thses days and he was glad we do. Ate at coffee house too . Chicken sandwich. It wasn't flu time then three autumns back.And when S was clearing the bill someone said ''I want to friendship you''. Don't remember what S let out.
I go to that place everyday.The place I was alien to three autumns back.And I love the place.I don't meet these friendship men anymore.Thank gawd for that!!
But then I don't meet uncles like him either!

thisoneisforyou!

2008-02-26T06:16:00.000-08:00

As she walks done the corridors,
of colonial times,
of yesteryears,
and the airy refectories and the lobby,
she carries MY reflections.......~my lil un~that she be
as MISS says
''deya,ur so much like my monAmi'' .

They speak of soul sisters, of reflections and relationships that begin and end in story books and movies.But I've been lucky to have someone like that.Deya.
Lil 'un.Pooh Bear.Muahpie.Chubbbie.Bachcha.Patient(even when the phone rings and older 'un dusn't listen and lets the handset blissfully vibrate in the drawer).
Love you girl for all that you are and all that you aren't.hugs.
The countdown has begun and the boards don't remain far away but I'm sure you'll emerge with flying colours.

iamnotaplagiarizerforgodsake!

2008-02-26T00:36:00.000-08:00

For Archi,

The finely trimmed grass & fuchsia,
the well-kept lawn and gentle flowers are not as gladdening as the confused hedgegrows:
she is not a landscape gardener,
she is only a girl.
Overwhelmed by wild nature & confused hedgegrows,
she knows not the labour of choice
only the familiar voices:my calls,the dog's bark,the gliding slender skylark.
The scenes she is born into are too dear to her,
the familiar objects are extensions of her personality,
like her hair & limbs.
The companions of her existence donot rest on demonstrable superiority of quality but the sanctity of her love has deep roots.

bhaatboka!

2008-02-26T00:25:00.000-08:00

I'm house-arrested.This time it's no natural or unnatural calamity.No 'bangla ochol'(new words are being coined every day.Incredible!).Just another day.Actually it's a case of being foolish enough to try outwitting mums who are smarter than you thought them to be.A case of smart and stubborn mums.I love mine a lot but she has held me up today.So I sit and type crap while life takes off at 86/1 , College Street and goes on...

bokabokarandompostonarareawayfrompresiday!

2008-02-26T00:03:00.000-08:00

To Sabrin,
we are two friends(read:fiends)the beauty and the beast.the chubby and the skinny(constant=k).the shona and the pocha.the bhalo and the mondo.the 'k' remains constant.all else is relative!!!!!
your full smile and (un)sporadic laughter.....your lame jokes and our lame talks..seems like yesterday!D.U. is far away ain't it?but i still see you next to me in a dash of blue and white,giggling away to glory..our moments will live on..wat say?
love: skinny go-getter!

Anne,
and we giggled and laughed........and talked and argued.laughed.walked.Period.i miss you*getting all cheesy*and the walk from the main building to the hostel and the canteen.
Your verdict:MonAmi..u shall go abroad.ah~WE shall see...
Till we meet again.......lets drink to the times we've had together..the wet stg grass and the wet cheekbones...our explosive adjectives and diabolic laughters....our wasteful walks and ideas...i love you still like i always did...cheers ;)
hugs & kicks:dudette.

P.S. lousy to a T.
like I didn't know !?
who's promised Chaucer and Milton here?
bugger off!!!

2008-02-25T05:13:00.000-08:00

I hadn't thought of her for long.Ever since I took my sweet revenge or so I thought.Ever since I showed her all that I can do and all that I'm capable of or so I thought.Not until I got 'her smell'. Her perfume.A familiar smell.I don't know who it was.It's not important;could have been either of the women occupying the seats reserved for ladies.But the smell.God knows which brand of perfume,I had never asked her.Not that I care.But that familiar smell.And it all came back:strange things these smells do.Remind you of long forgotten things and times.Make you feel strange,stir up in your seat a little,wriggle your bottom a little between two saree-clad aunties and sit up again.Lingering smells these!They give you funny headaches!They interfere with your random thoughts and give you moist cheekbones.They tempt you.You almost take your cellphone out of your pocket.Almost.Then you sit up.Ofcourse,I'm not text messaging.I don't.I didn't! It's only the same perfume for God's sake!!

iwrotethisinhistoryofliteratureclass!

2008-02-25T04:57:00.000-08:00

I had funny feelings about Ann sometimes.I kind of envied her for being so fiercely practical and ambitious,two things I never could be.Did I want to be?Perhaps not.On second thoughts,I don't think I envied her,how does one envy someone one loves so well?That's precisely the point.I loved her so much and many others for that matter,I thought I couldn't do without them.Precisely why I looked down upon her sometimes,she was too practical for my liking,almost selfish,shamelessly admitting how easy 'moving on' was for her.

Now, I realize 'moving on' is easy after all.You don't make attempts.You don't try.You just move on!I don't dream of green coloured baby chairs anymore .I don't remember how the piano was positioned in the lobby.How many fishes are there in the aquarium outside the home science laboratory?I don't know.Correction:I don't remember!

I wake up to find myself dreaming,sometimes relieved,sometimes disappointed.Where?The portico.The quadrangle or the 'haloed staircases'.Not the moss- covered pond.Not among water -hyacinth.Not any more.Never in the musty classroom packed in beside the staffroom.Or was it behind..?

Once Upon a day...

2008-02-24T19:52:00.000-08:00

A casual day,
the solitary remnant of
the monsoon cloud
ambles around
listlessly,
smothered in languor.
The peaceful blisters
of soothing raindrops,
have left patterns
in the roadside
puddles.
Staggering footsteps,
a quick glance above,
stealing glances from the lazing sun,
and hopeless
mirth.
Speeding cabs,
jittery motor vehicles
and amidst smoke,
soot and dust,
moist
the long walk home
is solitary and pensive.
Drawing a blank,
uncontemplative stares,
and the long walk home,
silently
leaving prints in the mud.

Just another day,
the shop-windows half-shut,
languid footsteps and rakish
runs,
sleepy dogs,
and roadside relishes,
crisp snacks dipped
in tamarind water,
bumblebees,
and the long walk home,
as the whispering city
slumbers.

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2008-02-24T07:01:00.000-08:00

Valiant creatures of the dark,
twirling
in and out of dark
tunnels,
and finding their way through
moth-eaten contours
of rainwashed wood,
charcoal
and a weather beaten
soul.

They hang on poles,
like half-dried clothes
hung
in the backyard,
as the smoke from the scullery maid's
cigar,
clasp them,
then let go...

They have little swords
to cut through
wood,
using them in the manner
of axes,the fools:
and flesh
and moonlit souls.

They twirl around lamps
like the umbilical cord
twirled
around the little ,black baby
on the hospital bed,
and a sweaty,
nervous father,
ran around and
prayed,
frantic
to save his
firstborn.