scribbles doodles n gobbledegook

a tribute to rocknrolla

2009-03-13T09:00:00.000-07:00

Smoke. There are two kinds of smoke.
One, that's for attention. from the early days. smoke signals. to draw people to you.
second, is a facade. smoke blown in your eyes to make you look the other way. to fool you.

and if you think about it. that makes two kinda smokers.

the pseudo elite bastards that smoke for attention.
and the real rocknrollas who rock and roll while you
are crying your eyes out.

Twist

2008-12-12T02:31:00.000-08:00

Years and years she waited
For a prince charming to ride in
Never another man she sated
Until the prince managed to her win

Everyday she prayed and prayed
For nothing more than wedded bliss
Never worked and never paid
But a family life, just this

The wedding came and went
And so did many other things
Nine months was soon heaven sent
From an angel with pretty wings

But on that fateful day
Out came a toad without delay
The only twist that wretched the wife
But without a twist, what is life

fear

2008-12-10T00:50:00.000-08:00

For years I had played that lil’ prank on his mother. Hiding behind doors and in closets for her to pass unwarily. And then jump out with an almost gentle “boo” until she screamed and leapt out of her skin. Many a time she even hurt herself from the fear of that gentle boo.
Lil Arshad was lying on his back, like most 6 month olds in his crib. I hid in the closet and when Mumma left, I jumped out and screamed, “Boo”
He burst out, laughing.

P.S:
Fear is something you learn on the way.
Do one thing everyday that scares you

Magic

2008-11-28T03:50:00.000-08:00

The summary of the last seven years of my life – magical.

The details would take me seven times the time. Each second. Each moment. Each breath. Each everything. Everything with her, about her and together.

She tugged at my heart with heaven-sent harp strings. Her words, honey coated dewdrops on my now sugar coated mind. Like an angel kissed life I lived with her.

Then she left. Without a trace. It nearly killed me but it was worth it. And I knew her secret all along. All that happiness, the otherworldly love. I knew her secret. She never slipped up, but I caught on from the first day when she said “Hi, my name is Maya.”

so....

2008-11-28T03:46:00.000-08:00

well i guess i've come up with a plan after all.
i realised that i've got tonnes of writing. whether its writings for other websites or any thing else and that i might as well share it here.
i guess it's time to come out of the closet. well not that one, but since im a closet poet, i might as well open the doors and let in some sunshine.

so from henceforth, i shall start putting up my old stuff, one by one... and hopefully along the way, the newer ones as they come too.

hopes and dreams....

Crap. Again. Repeat.

2008-11-27T01:47:00.000-08:00

It's been awhile since i read my own blog. Or for that matter even recollect in some remote corner of my brain that i did have a blog.
So i read it.
And i read about all the confusion i had on what to write and the likes.
Here's my conclusion. I still don't know. that's the only explanation i can come with for not having written since then.

so much has happened since. i write for other web pages. I've put up photo blogs and covered website logs. but here, is dead. gone. kapooey and kaboom.

so much has happened. i've moved cities. moved dreams. moved people. people have moved on. written, sketched, partied, photographed, scribbled, dreamt and slept.
like the nuances of anyone's life, mine's moving up and down and round and forward and backward and still.

i still don't know why i care about this blog but after a year and a half, it seems like i do.
i still havent figured out what's wrong with my comment settings. apparently no one can comment and i dont know how to change that.

so with new-born inspiration i shall hope to write again. write something. try again. and im sure like my other enthusiasm, it'll hopefully last the weekend.

and until something re-inspires me, or re-lights my angst to write, i guess it'll be the last you hear from me.

maybe. maybe not.

I'm Back

2007-04-17T04:11:00.001-07:00

I’m back.
Forget the showstopper. The heartbreak kid. Or all the lovely gimmicks I pull including being a stand up comedian or a half wit clown. Forget the phenomenon. The attention puller. I mean forget the attention. I’ve even got A.D.D.

So enough. Enough wannabeing any of the numerous authors I get inspired by. Forget the witty quotes, the humorous dialogues. The puns, the idioms, the similes that smile. The entendres and the double entendres. The whole playing with the language like its your best bud thing. Enough.

I aint ready for it yet. I’m writing advertising. And I’ve deduced that it’s a whole different ball game. I need more time. More reading. Bigger vocabulary. Discipline. And a whole load of things to arm myself like a soldier, before I battle out writing a book.

No, these are not excuses. I promise you! I know what excuses are. And sometimes the truth seems lame. But hey, you got to face it.

Now, I decided to forget trying too hard for the fancy writing. I’ve decided, I shall just use this to record memories.

Things I want to remember, but most likely forget after a while
Like Taj Land’s end. My first trip to Mumbai. Or my new cam. My first hundred photos. My travels. My trips.
Mostly my travels.

Which I know, I will not do any useful writing with, so I might as well record it for eternity. And you never know, maybe I’ll be famous through my travels. Maybe the travel writing. Maybe it’ll improve my writing. Maybe itll store inpiration for me to write later. Mayb itll get me writing.

And then. maybe I will write something worthwhile. And I’ll become the showstopper again. The heartbreak kid. The stand up comedian and the half-wit clown.

2006-10-07T00:19:00.000-07:00

these amazing barrack at Dandeli, Karnataka....Visited it last year, hoping the photo is a ncie one... i think it is hehe.

Insane - read this

2006-10-06T00:35:00.000-07:00

Name ure kid insanity.

Typical conversations: He's insane.

No, insanity is sane. Trust me, he's as sane as insanity can get.

hey, are you insane??

Dude, im Insane man, i live on the fourth floor.
Other: You're insane? what you got liek some disease, or you onto drugs or something?
No, dude, none of that, im Just plain Insane.

that'd be funny, wouldnt it. anyway im going through a sanity crisis. I have this huge personal problem and i cant mention it here, in case by chance that some day in some vague place, someone decides to read my blog, then im busted... but the whole thing is, the issue is so freakin huge. like controversy and newspapers are made of this stuff. but me, ive been so cool about it. almost playing god. atleast poeple have said i reacted godly. all forgiving and stuff. so now i feel like god. wondering where all the angers gone. jus hoping it doesn't come out in someplace it aint supposed to. so i keep wondering what happened, how did i digest waht happened.. and how in teh world did i not get angry. or where did the anger go.

thats when i realised i'd just named my kid - "Insane" , haha, poor sucker!

welcome back mandi!

2006-10-04T04:57:00.000-07:00

well for the hundreth time im back... after ages... 3 months i guess
well this aint me proffesin my writing skils, but ive decided i need a place for my dear diary events..
so much has happened over the past 3 months, that im already forgettin my best holidays... so im gonna try n write em out..or atleast keep track of em in the future as and when i can ....

a brief view of de past :
aug 13-16
kotagiri, trekking, lawrence, ooty etc.

17-18th
wedding

26th
pondicherry

31st
brothers engagement to coorg

sept 9th
munnar for a whole week
wildlife conference - mountain ungulates
photography -gravelbanks etc

then to kumarakom

30 sept - 3rd oct

coorg and nagarahole
elephants, bisons, lone tusker, wild boar, over 500 chital or spotted deer, sambhar etc.

so , one thing though is that i realised i cant blog when my life gets happenin, cuz i mostly dont have access to a computer whenmy life "does" get happenin... and since i have all the non happenin times, i might as welll use it to write and reflect on the "happenin times"

so hope to do this in the future as and when i can, with some photographs tooo!

happy birthday lucifer

2006-06-06T03:32:00.000-07:00

Finally I get a mail. About blogging. It says blog. Its good for you. Saya nything. Put pictures. Write something. A diary, a joke, anything. Anything at all. So that was final inspiration to get back here.
After that my biggest worry was why no one was reading my blog and why I wasn’t receiving comments. So I decided I’d put this as my homepage so people can see on my various profiles.
All that’s done and I’m gleaming in pride.

Till I realised I had a secret identity on my blog. An unrevealed and mysterious one so I can write anything about anyone and not be lynched. Ouch! Ouch! That’s the lynching I’m getting now. Brilliant, ain’t I?

Anyways the biggest motivator to write. I was called "the devil" back in school. And today is my birthday. 06-06-06….. or 6-6-6… Now aint that fun. If the devil's here then "dude, happy birthday"

So now I shall go celebrate my ingenuity. Or sleep. Or pray. Or party or blog. For the devil may care.

Absolutely boring and meaningless

2006-03-29T02:07:00.000-08:00

Absolutely boring and meaningless.

Boring : there are two kinds. When u have absolutely nothing to do and nothing to think of. Or when u have a lot to do but you can’t do it so your sitting doing nothing but thinking of doing all those things you could be doing.
Meaningless: so as in to make no sense at all to either the reader or the readee.

Blog: Where do most people write from? I’m a writer, but what I ask is what do I write in a blog. This is in relation to other blogs, which I find some mundane, some boring, some funny, some hilarious, and some even worth dying for. But me, I don’t know what to write.

DO I write my feelings – (yawn)
Do I write bout the stuff happening around me – (you yawn)
Do I sound intellectual – (phew*)
DO I sound funny – (hmmm, but what if I suck- naa, I do)
Do I just blabber 0 (too close to reality then )

So what? What do I do? No one reads what I write, what do I write for? Money? Fame? Superstardom?
Outlet? Vent? Anger? Passion ? Or just for some contact with the world?
Which comes back to I think it’s cuz- I’m bored and anyway this time is meaningless!

smoking in office

2006-03-27T02:25:00.000-08:00

Smoking in office

First apologies for the delay. Though I said I’d be regular this time, I was absolutely swamped in work (for a change) and couldn’t do a damn thing, not even fold my clothes, well that’s not the point is it.

Dear boss,
Please let me smoke in office. It is for your own good.
In fact, you better let me smoke in office based on research.
A smoker smokes anywhere between 5-20 cigarettes a day. As an average let’s say 6 during the course of work. Each cigarette takes about 10 minutes. So that’s an hour out of a seven hour work schedule.

If your salary is Rs.30000. Then you get Rs.1000 per day. But weekends not withstanding, that is about Rs.1365 per day. Which translates to almost Rs.200 an hour including lunch breaks and coffee time-outs.
So if you don’t let me smoke in my cabin it costs you, the company Rs.200 a day. Which is Rs.6000 a month. And yes, almost Rs.72000 a year.

After this research and facts I either request you to let me smoke in my cabin or let non-smokers, off an hour early.

Thanking you in advance,
Yours sincerely

A smoker.

Species: autodrivus

2006-03-16T01:33:00.000-08:00

Sub-Species: Autodrivus Mindfukus

Ratio: 95% male population.

Characteristics: Comes in all shapes and sizes.
Extremely aggressive
Bearded or clean but shows chest hair mostly
Thrives on money
Can yell huge decibels.
Usually alone, but in a fight can gather up to 100 of same species
Loves foreigners
No logic, only math
Lacks mental abilities

Habitat: All over India, but this particular sub-species mainly found in southern India, Chennai.

Experience: All previous experience not with holding, yesterday’s was the pie on top of the travel cake. They yell, scream and beat for a meagre three rupees. Does not understand or comprehend the meaning of "don’t raise your voice" etc.
And audacity to say "what the hell can you do?"

Positives: Make normal humans feel like piece of scrap on the road. Ability to demoralize and inhumanize the toughest of human-biengs.

Biggest threat: Transport strike
Biggest problem: If they do that, the city could be stranded.

This is one species I would rather see extinct.

P.S: For those who do not understand the above, contact the author or may meet the author, but do not under any circumstances come in an autorickshaw.

lies

2006-03-14T21:46:00.000-08:00

I was waiting for the noose to tighten around my neck. To take me away. I stood up there, knees weak and scared shitless. No, your life doesn’t flash before you when you die. You don’t think of your wife, your favourite colour or your favourite food. I was scared. And fear paralyses the mind.

I was standing in the galley. Probably a thousand people screaming for my death. They don’t do that these days but in my head it was the same scene from a movie. I couldn’t see anyway. My head was covered in a pitch-black cloth. I’m claustrophobic. And I’m scared of the dark. With your head in a black cloth your brains pretty much freaked out. My mind shut down, I couldn’t even pray. My last thought before I died was blank.

How I got here? I lied!

What it takes to quit.

2006-03-07T20:58:00.000-08:00

People all around me have been trying to quit smoking.
Person #1
1. Smoked half cigarettes for awhile to reduce the need.
2. Drank a kazillion cups of coffee.
3. Ayurvedic massage
4. Nicotine patches

Succumbed again for a bit. And while trying each item, professed the wonders of it.
5. Nicotine gum (some 70 packs)
6. Makes others blow smoke to sniff sniff.
And finally quit for a bit now, but hooked on to nicotine gum.

Person #2 (falling for the same ploy)
1. Food
2. 40 Half cigarettes (instead of the 20 full ones)
3. Coffee
4. Three day holiday
Back to square one
5. Red bull energy drink (4 cans @ Rs.75 each)
6. Chocolates (7 bars @ Rs.15)
And after all this has survived three days, but not without tantrums, irritable refutes and spasms.

All in all I conclude: "Do you really think I’d wanna quit now?"

10 easy ways to get dumped

2006-03-06T21:33:00.000-08:00

Tell her:

1. She’s fat.
2. Her friends are boring.
3. Stop being a cry baby.
4. If she has a baby nephew / niece / cousin / sister / brother, say he / she is one ugly baby.
5. Her parents are stingy.
6. Her thighs are "big"
7. Her moush is bigger than yours
8. I’m gay (actually that wont work, so say you’re a nympho)
9. I love sadism
10. Honey, I was serious about the group thingi with your friends.

Well these aren’t the best, but hey, they work!

Before you are clean

2006-03-06T01:46:00.000-08:00

A dozen things to know before you decide to clean your house

1. Acid for bathroom washing, burns on contact with skin.
2. There is a reason why proffesionals are called in for this job
3. There is also a reason why it is called "demeaning"
4. Yes, you must have a bath after you do this
5. Cockroaches have been around since dinosaurs. There is reason for survival.
6. It is tiring
7. Keep cold beer handy (If you dont drink or have any other mind chilling habit, dont do this)
8. Those with heart disease stay away.
9. Cupboards are heavy
10. Dust in your eyes are itchy (and you cant itch cuz your eyes are dusty)
11. Black to white is not as easy as it sounds
12. No volunteer for help will show up. Trust me.

..........the list goes on, but i'd better stop. Din't mean to discourage you.

Do-it-youself may save you money,
but its not worth even one penny.

Seriously thinking about something funny.

2006-03-05T23:10:00.000-08:00

Ive been thinking for so long, thoughtlessly.
What do i write? should i write?
it better be good, it better be funny.
So i sat about thinking serisouly, about something funny

Things come and go and many a thought,
scribbles and doodles, but nothing worth
nothing i remember from a weekend that flew
so i still think serisouly bout something funny

the weekend was gr8, just cleaning up my place
spent some time to craft my arts and words
coming again to the point that blogs aint my forte
im desperately serious bout writing something funny

no, it doesnt work!im still workin on it,
it'll take me a while, i must agree im slow
as life goes on, i must admit that
i cant serisouly think bout something funny!

day one

2006-03-01T23:16:00.000-08:00

I moved in with a girl, yipee or other wise?
The first day of blogging always brings out 2-3 posts, less just cant be said.

What with all the excitement, and what with me being one who doesn’t know when to shut up anyway.
The whole idea came up because I moved in with a girl. And I just had to memorize it somewhere, the day the date so on and so forth. So for the records it yesterday, March 1st, 2006.

I love it. All our bags were piled in the middle of the room. The house is filthy. Don’t tell anyone that I knew the guy who lived there before. Coodos to him, I don’t know how he did. And I came back home late from work and ta da!!

Clean house, sparkling, everything in order, even the beds made. AAAAH the life..
As for all those guys, well here’s the other side. For a clean house to come to everyday here’s the small price you pay. Get used to "loofahs"!!, pink fluffy towels, satinish or any soft material sheets. Bags arranged in height order.
Well honestly, that’s all.

Ok one more, get used to this conversation.
"does this match with this?","im wearing yellow slippers?" will it go with my blue top?"
Me: "Yeah sure it does"
"No, it doesn’t, you don’t know anything"
Me: "well you asked"
"Actually it doesn’t go, so wait let me change my top?"

Change the slipper woman. And well it doesn’t matter if you’re colour blind, cuz you better have some opinion when they ask.

Well now, honestly that’s it. Well just one day up, whadya expect?

i have no idea why im putting this first

2006-03-01T22:35:00.000-08:00

The first time i saw her, well she was really cute
she was sitting in that corner, playin on her flute
on and on, the night grew long
and then she played my song

The moon was shining, and the loud crashing waves
lit up her face, i was looking her like a puppy craves
come come, she called to me
come on and sit next to me

I sat by her wondering how she knew
to smoke, i waited in the queue
0round and round the smoke passed
on as long as you could last

i finally got my turn as i hazed my mind
i passed it on to someone far behind
liar liar, i did call her
u stole my song, now that aint fair?

she turned to me and stared me down
suddenly there was laughter all around
really? really? she asked me twice
like she was being really nice

oh yes, i wrote it long ago on a piece of white paper
when i used to live on the 3rd floor of a skyscraper
what ? what ? everyone stopped
out came a very loud gasp!

thats an evergreen eric clapton number they laughed
oh my god! you must be stoned or plain daft
no! no! i really cried
they all thought i lied

now i promise i sat up all night writing that song
can i help it if her name was layla, now shes gone
yes! yes! i wrote the same
and layla was her name