Cerebral Fallacies

On the eve of the 10 attacks by terrorists in Mumbai and some subsequent thoughts... 27th Nov 08’ Yet another explosion. Yet another day filled with breaking news, smses, urgent phone calls and canteen talk of how the world is going to the crazies. A field day for the broadcast media and lots of future print will be spared for the victims, the police, the politicos, the must-have dones, the candle marches, how the spirit of the city took over and how how prejudice works in strange ways...A fresh understanding of communities, why little boys play with hand grenades and AK 47’s instead of toys and virtual games. A distortion of security truths and itsy bitsy cover ups that can save face of the government taken by surprise one too many times... The same old emotions played a myriad times, with different locations with different dates and different people... Yet some of our very own... A tragedy brings a collective emotion together, be it in indifference, in sadness or grief, shock or info...

Darkness and 3 Movies and candle lit dinners and dream-dreamless sleep is what signified this week for me... We thought we could outwit the dim-witted old fools at the electricity department and did what 3 carefree people could do...stall paying the bill..Apropos we came back from work to a dark and looming house... We looked around to find that all the neighbours had smiley and cheerful lights on and blazing... between phone calls and smses and talks, little did we realise the gravity of it all... to top it all clucking neighbours came to the dark house and debated on our plight, we joined in gathering all the sympathy we cud, I managed to squeak, maybe they’ve cut our bijli... to watch all the neighbours vociferously denied such a thing ‘s possibility..how can 3 angelic girls holding jobs not pay the light, na na they voiced, the fuse has given up on us... With invitations to crash at a neighbours place we made way and had our dinner made by a very surly cook who made all the right n...

Dunno wat gud this wud do the existing blog, but I felt I had to write this thing... I have my dream written down, I have my words to follow, my path to undertake, Awake I will from this resolute slumber- only when a certain shift is reached till the next paradigm i shall dream on Unfettered go my dreams as my walk Memorable or not I vow to dream unfettered so i dont awake to a hopeless dawn!

The discretions of being drunk or stark raving mad are way too many...> The world either looks painfully wanting of laughter, beauty, sadness, humour or good food and also lack of sleep. Every single movement of ur colleagues and their talk tends to seem like an exaggerated motion to u,.... such a a vain practice of opening ur mouth n warble it with words, keypads r better as u can irritate n nourish ur brain at the same time with the putter putter sounds... Only music seems to get thru to your system as sounds of some kind seeme to salvage ur mood...> u can smile at every1 like a goofball or simmer at sum1 and fix sum1 wid a glowering look to shut em up.... Ah u can play "god of small ills"> Freaking around n driving altogether acquires a new meanin...> Things slow down I mean really, s l o w down.... you can actually count the decibals wen sum1 plays music...hwz tht 4 rocket science > The bed seems to automatically pull u towards its solar plexus where ...

A story like no other and a story like every other… There was once two people. One was destiny's child and one was destiny's orphan. One clamoured and caught all at once and never really got while the other just got too much and never caught. Just like yin and yang, happiness and sadness, every conflict and its intended resolution and beginning to its conclusion. Nothing more to it, nothing less. Inconsequential, irresolute pieces of information just like any other. Like I said earlier A story like no other and a a story like every other. Unsynchronized pieces of summer sonata with ethereal piece of footwork and movements celestial! And life goes on…and never stopped for a moment and watched the two grow together nor apart. She just went her way without as much as a backward glance. For a long time this continued and then time did stop! Once…yes that once was when destiny intervened. Stopped time in its tracks, froze her with a spectacle that was as bright as the morning sun, a...

In borrowed clothes I wait To meet you, In borrowed fragments Of time, Spanning Fragments of conversations Some seemingly rights and then some My minds available parking space For the excess baggage from the past I check into a new wardrobe change And find certain feelings missing While I put my feet up, Priorities , the running for life And stacked with them I begin to dress again The clothes become never righted Stripes and silver Jeans and flutter Nothing goes I check out Delayed by a lifetime' In borrowed thoughts I wait….

Mea Culpa :Can we blame Eve for the original sin The apple - the mysteriously tantalizing apple that beholds all our hopes, dreams and aspirations; ladies and genteelmen(gently) still eo hxists. Yes, for a relative rookie like me who has about a years weight of burden in the big bad world of job hunting, every other job that has a mailing address and a fancy name is like a juicy, shiny, luscious red lipstick-like apple that is just waiting far away (always) in a different city, country waiting for me or rather people like me to reach out. I know a lot of blokes or rather the (unemployeds) are vehemently shaking their heads at this piece of contention right now. 'but how thoroughly departmental'e e cummings Ours seems to be a rather silly race that just cannot look beyond the necessary. Look at the animals (well where are they anyways). "do dogs count as one asks my pesky neigbourhood kid. Wont they do? She asks me, I say thanks for the national geographic and discovery an...