Cerebral Fallacies

THERE.... There they were....there they were sleeping on the corner of the busiest road in town in the daze of the traffic, in the blur of the headlights, screaming vehicles, ready to go on a rampage, horns yelling their heads off in a wanton effort to be heard to and attended to and given way... but they slept undeterred, their backs to the whole wide world around them. to people in the relentless race of their lives...They slept on untired,unmindful, unheeding! The three laid out to rest while they day dragged itself to a loose end. My three witches, they slept on...I encountered them on a 'rimzim day'...It's not so much the monsoon but the idea of those buxom winds that makes this dry state put name to indulgences like a sweetened soda water, with a rainy name like that...But id havta go with the name...Nothing else quenches your dry senses on a hot dry day and perks up your eyes like you just got out of the longest stupid, languid stupor. Well, that’s when I met them......

That is my blog preamble... To be taken with appropriate leaves... I can only ramble and cannot edit I can only be wordy or confused I can be motlyey and never whole I can be eccentric and never bizarre I can only be full of myself I can only write at length I can only be appropriate as and when I please take me nimble, take me tame so ...

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...